Returning to the dressing room, Albert immediately picked up his wand and used a drying spell on himself to dry the rainwater off his body.
"Put the protective gear and Quidditch clothes you took off in the basket." Charlie pointed to the big basket in the corner and reminded, "By the way, go to the school hospital later to find Madam Pomfrey and get some potion to prevent colds.
Drink, don't catch a cold in the rain."
"Actually, you want to go see those unlucky Slytherins and disgust them by the way!" Eileen immediately guessed Charlie's sinister intentions.
"Jack also needs to have Madam Pomfrey check him out. He fell hard just now." Danny coughed lightly and reminded.
"It's not all your fault." Jack complained loudly.
"How did you do it? The clothes on your body... became dry?" Wood was surprised when he noticed that Albert was about to put on his winter cloak.
"Of course it's using the drying spell," Albert noticed the puzzled looks from several people and asked, "You... don't know?"
Several people looked at each other, but no one knew the drying spell.
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"There are records about drying spells in "Practical Domestic Magic"." Albert looked at the suddenly quiet dressing room and said the book that Professor Flitwick had suggested him to read. Of course, he had not actually read the book himself.
That's it.
"You actually know how to read this kind of book?" Eileen looked at Albert in surprise.
"Isn't magic just to save trouble?" Albert rubbed his nose and said, "I feel like I'm about to catch a cold."
"Ah...sneeze!" Mario sneezed and complained: "Go back to the castle quickly, I want to take a hot bath first."
"Sorry to trouble you." Erin said with a smile.
After Albert used the drying spell to help others dry their clothes, they returned to the castle together.
Everyone came to the corridor of the school hospital on the second floor of the castle and found that a large group of people had gathered here. They were all spectators who braved the rain to watch the Quidditch match. Most of them were soaked by the rain. Now come to Madam Pomfrey to get some help.
Take some cold medicine.
The arrival of the Gryffindor team attracted the attention of a large crowd, and the crowded crowd made way for them.
Charlie greeted his acquaintances with a smile and led the team into the school hospital.
Madam Pomfrey was distributing potions to people, and Charlie greeted her, pretended to get Jack onto the hospital bed, and smiled maliciously at the Slytherin suitor Montague in the next bed.
Bert read their lips: We win!
"Mrs. Pomfrey, we also need some potions to prevent everyone from catching a cold after getting wet in the rain." Eileen said to the head nurse who came over.
"On the table, a small cup for each person, go get it yourself." Madam Pomfrey came over to check Jack's injury, still complaining that their game was too chaotic and they deserved to be injured.
It only took her less than a minute to heal Jack's injury.
While they were drinking potion to prevent colds, the members of the Slytherin team also came, and the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became very tense.
"Okay, don't crowd here." Madam Pomfrey drove Charlie and his party out of the ward. At a glance, Albert saw the substitute goalkeeper Vicky, whose teeth had been knocked out by him, and the broom who tried to intercept him but failed to stop him.
, the two unlucky guys who crashed into the auditorium were being supported by other team members and seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
"By the way, the guy who threw the bat at you was detained by Professor McGonagall." Before leaving the ward, Mark suddenly turned his head and licked his lips at someone's back, "The bat he threw at you
You hit someone. He and another unlucky guy who tried to stop you rushed into the Slytherin auditorium without having time to stop, and injured several people..."
Mark's voice was loud enough for everyone in the school hospital to hear. The students next to him who were receiving potions couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Slytherin team turned around and glared angrily. If they weren't in the school hospital, they might have started a scuffle.
"What happened to those teeth in your mouth? Why did you lose a few of them? Doesn't it matter?" Danny's eyes fell on the substitute goalkeeper Vicky and he asked while suppressing a smile.
"Ahem, let's go quickly." Charlie quickly pushed everyone and led them out of the campus hospital.
"I really hope Madam Pomfrey doesn't fill his teeth so that he can't speak." Fred couldn't help laughing, "Who did it? It's really cool."
"It seems that Albert knocked him down." Jack said. He wanted to stop Albert at that time, but... before Jack could finish speaking, he started laughing to himself.
"Don't look at me, he knocked his elbow off when he bumped into me," Albert said with an innocent look. "At that time, I was focused on the Golden Snitch, and I didn't have time to hit him. The guy didn't know why.
You just have to bump into my elbow, and it still hurts a little bit."
"Perhaps he has a strange disease that makes him uncomfortable without being slapped in the face. I hope Madam Pomfrey can cure him." George looked compassionate, which made everyone laugh.
"Let's go back and celebrate this victory."
"Let's go to the kitchen to get something to eat." George and Fred were going to the kitchen to try their luck.
"No need, Professor McGonagall has already prepared it for you!" Li Jordan emerged from the corner without warning, patted Albert's shoulder hard and said: "I've seen it, you put Slytherin
The goalkeeper’s teeth were knocked out.”
"He knocked it off himself." Albert corrected.
"None of you noticed how ugly Professor Snape's face looked when you caught the Golden Snitch, as if someone had put a lump on his face..." Li Jordan's voice stopped abruptly, because
He saw Albert raising his finger to signal him not to speak. He quickly looked up and looked around, and found that Snape was not nearby. He couldn't help but lightly hit Albert's shoulder with his fist.
Everyone else couldn't help laughing.
Of course, the only unhappy person in the corridor was probably Filch. The administrator was standing at the door of the school hospital with a mop and bucket, looking over here with malicious eyes. Filch
Maintain order and wait for the students to disperse so that they can clean up the muddy footprints all over the corridor.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as everyone returned to the common room, noisy cheers broke out inside. When people saw Albert, they shouted his name, and some even had their hands impatient.
Pull him in.
There were some cakes, pies, candies and a large pot of pumpkin juice on the table in the common room. Many people gathered around Albert and asked him to talk about the thrilling scene before catching the Golden Snitch. Some people also talked about him.
The one that ended up knocking out the teeth of the Slytherin goalkeeper.
However, Albert insisted that it was Slytherin's substitute goalkeeper who hit his elbow and knocked out his tooth.
He is a good person, how could he do such a thing?
After finally getting rid of everyone's entanglement, Albert took a small plate with cake and sat on the armchair in the corner.
"That's right, I didn't expect you to be very good at Quidditch." Field next to him put his chin on his hand and teased, "If you were older, I could not help but chase after you."
Albert suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Are all foreign girls so tough?
Of course, he also knew that Field was just teasing him, so he counterattacked in a low voice: "Actually, I don't really like girls older than me!"
"How old?" Field couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Albert and changed the subject: "How are you doing with your summoning skills?"
"It's okay, I'm trying to summon other things now." Albert thought about the progress of his summoning skills, nodded with satisfaction, "After a while, I will be able to successfully summon an umbrella."
"What did you summon the umbrella for?" Field asked in confusion.
"Of course I don't need to bring an umbrella in case it rains in the future." Albert said seriously, "Britain is a rainy country. Sometimes you don't bring an umbrella when you go out, and you get soaked in the rain when you come back."