It was approaching eleven o'clock, and the teachers and students of Hogwarts went to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
Albert and Lee Jordan followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch. Although they carried binoculars, they still chose to go to the highest terrace, where they could see the game better.
However, there were many people who had this idea. Albert met a few acquaintances in the stands. After greeting everyone with a smile, he joined in the discussion about the possibility of the Gryffindor team winning the Quidditch Cup.
In fact, most Gryffindor students still have a sense of house honor, and they also hope to see their house break Slytherin House's monopoly on the House Cup and Quidditch Trophy.
This time is undoubtedly the best opportunity.
As long as they win this game, the Gryffindor team can win the Quidditch Trophy with a complete victory. Moreover, Gryffindor House's points can surpass Slytherin House's points in one go and take the first place.
The actual situation is always somewhat different from what everyone expected. The Ravenclaw team is still very strong and was actually able to temporarily lead the Gryffindor team with a slight score advantage after the game started.
Of course, this situation is only temporary.
Charlie was almost obsessed with chasing the Quidditch trophy. His devilish training of his players was not in vain. The Gryffindor team also began to flex its muscles, and soon the scores of both sides were evened and surpassed.
However, the Ravenclaw team's performance was even more amazing than everyone thought. It only allowed Gryffindor to lead for ten minutes before regaining its previous advantage.
The scores of the two teams were catching up with each other, and no one wanted to give in. The game eventually turned into a tug-of-war between the two sides.
Watching the fierce confrontation on the field, the cheers from the audience in the stands continued, and even Albert could feel the unique charm of the Quidditch game.
Although Albert's own opinion of Quidditch was only average, it did not affect him from being infected by the tense atmosphere at the scene.
"The game is very exciting. The current score between the two sides is 100:110. Ravenclaw is currently in the lead." Since the commentator is a student of Ravenclaw, when the Ravenclaw team is temporarily leading, his words are full of emotion.
A sense of pride that is worthy of honor.
"Currently, whoever can catch the Golden Snitch first will be able to win the final victory." The commentator shouted at the top of his voice, "The seekers from both sides are entangled with each other, and it seems that they don't want their opponents to let go.
Looking for the Golden Snitch.”
High-intensity, high-intensity games mean that the players' physical strength is exhausted very quickly. Now is the halftime break, and Charlie obviously wants to take the opportunity to adjust the formation and tactics.
"Ahem, my throat hurts a little." Li Jordan turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you brought any water?"
"We don't have water, but we do have candies, do you want it?" Albert looked at his roommate quite speechlessly, and the other person actually shouted hoarsely.
"No, it's more uncomfortable to eat candy." Li Jordan shook his head and refused.
"I think so." Albert peeled off the candy wrapper, threw the chocolate candy into his mouth, and muttered, "Don't yell at the top of your lungs and you won't get a sore throat."
"What do you mean by shouting at the top of your lungs? I'm just cheering for the team." Lee Jordan looked at Albert in shock, "You are unmoved by such a beautiful game?"
"I'm just not as excited as you." Albert sighed lightly. He also knew that some people like to shout out when watching football games and give up their seats to make the atmosphere more exciting. But Albert obviously doesn't have that habit.
At most, when Gryffindor scores a goal, he claps along with everyone else.
Lee Jordan: "..."
It sounds reasonable, but it doesn't make sense!
When watching a game, the most important thing is to cheer loudly for the team you support.
"This game is really exciting."
Albert noticed that Lee Jordan seemed to want to say something else, so he changed the topic, "If Fred and George knew that they had missed an exciting game, they would probably skip the confinement and run over to watch the game.
Bar."
"The two of them will probably be mad." Li Qiaodan also felt a little pitiful for his roommate. This game was so exciting, and it was truly a competition for the final championship.
Whether it's the fight for the Ghost Ball, the control of the Bludger, or even the pursuit of the Golden Snitch, it's all very exciting, and both sides are very good at using some unexpected tactics.
"It won't start here for a while. If you're thirsty, go back to the castle and drink water before coming back." Albert was looking around the stadium through his binoculars. The most grumpy crowd was the Slytherin audience.
Most Slytherin students hope that Gryffindor loses the game. Only if Gryffindor loses this game can Slytherin defeat the Gryffindor team in total points and win the Quidditch match.
champion.
Slytherin House, which has occupied the Quidditch trophy for too long, has regarded the House Cup and the Quidditch Trophy as their own, and is not willing to share them with other houses at all.
"Do you think those Slytherin students who are nagging about something are cursing us and hoping that we lose this game?" Albert looked at the Slytherin players and suddenly felt a little funny.
"Slytherin? Curse? Where is it? Let me take a look." Lee Jordan moved the telescope over and saw the Slytherin students whispering to each other. He couldn't help laughing, "This year's Quidditch champion belongs to
Gryffindor, right?"
"Well, victory belongs to Gryffindor."
"That's good. Is this wave stable?"
"What's stable?" Angelina, who was sitting above them, asked curiously.
"Gryffindor will win!" Lee Jordan was full of confidence in Albert. "This guy's mouth is open and he says what he wants to say. He wants to say that Gryffindor will win. Eighty percent of the time he will really win.
.”
Albert: "..." Classmate, you must believe in science... ahem, you must believe in magic.
Everyone in the stands stared at Albert, wondering why Lee Jordan thought so. Could Albert's words really...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I said... you don't have to look at me like this." Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes and laughed at himself: "If talking nonsense really works
If so, then why should I work so hard? Let’s just say that when I graduated from school, I had twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates, and all of them were excellent.”
Everyone looked at each other, but Albert continued, "Then, um, get two or three girlfriends, publish two or three books, win two or three championship trophies. After graduation, you can make a lot of money without working, and finally
Live a happy life.”
Albert's words made everyone else burst into laughter. Someone asked, "What are you doing, making a wish?"
"Well, I'm just making a wish. Didn't Lee Jordan say that what I said is accurate?" Albert said seriously, "Then of course I will take advantage of the opportunity to give myself a milk wave. If I accidentally get what I said, I will
If not, you’ll earn it.”
Everyone was speechless. Suddenly, they felt that Albert's thinking was so strange. It cannot be said that his idea was wrong. No, it should be said that it was quite correct.
"By the way, you actually want to get twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates?" Shanna felt that Albert was very ambitious, "And you also plan to get excellent in them all?"
In fact, Shanna thinks that with Albert's talents and talents, it is not too difficult to obtain twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates, but is it a bit too much to want to obtain excellence in them all?
"Do you plan to publish three more books?" Aaliya looked Albert up and down, "Or before graduation? By the way, what book do you plan to publish?"
"Don't you think it's too much to win three championship trophies?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.
"I think this is more likely. When he joins the Gryffindor team next year, he might really be able to help Gryffindor win the Quidditch trophy."
"Ahem, I just said those words casually, but you actually take it seriously?" Albert was speechless immediately. In fact, he just couldn't help but complain, lest Lee Jordan always say what he said was accurate.
If it's really that accurate, just give yourself a shot of milk and say you'll win the first-class lottery.
At that time, I will become rich overnight and still have to work hard in finance.
"What's the matter? Katrina." Albert smiled and greeted the red-haired girl in front of him who was looking at him with contempt.
"I found that you are really greedy. You want to have three girlfriends?" Katrina looked at Albert. "You actually want to make a lot of money without working?"
Albert didn't pay much attention to Katrina's words and said in a joking tone: "It's not good for you to come here. Are you preparing to surrender to the enemy?"
"Someone wants to see you." Katrina said suddenly.
"who?"
"Mr. Smith, he is a friend of Professor Broad and a good friend of my father during his lifetime. Maybe he has heard about you and wants to meet you?" Katrina said her purpose.
"Smith?" Albert frowned slightly.
"He is at the east exit of the stadium, come with me." Katrina turned and left. As Albert said, it was really not good for her to stay here.
"Oh!" Albert responded. Every time he heard the last name Smith, he couldn't help but think of something unpleasant.
Leaving the stands, Albert walked towards the exit. He noticed the two people standing there, one was still Albert's old acquaintance Isobel McDougal, and the other should be Mr. Smith.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson." Mr. Smith stepped forward with a smile on his face and took the initiative to greet Albert, "I am Rowena, Rowena Smith. You may not have heard of my name, but I often
I heard about you from Mog and Bard, and I have always wanted to meet you, the youngest magic text master in history."
"Master of Magical Texts?"
The expression on Albert's face was a little stiff, but he still managed to squeeze out a polite smile and reminded, "I never consider myself a master of magic texts. I just know a little bit about ancient magic texts."
"Humility is not a bad thing, but excessive modesty will make you feel hypocritical." Smith reminded with a smile.
These words simply touched the hearts of the two girls. Yes, this is a hypocritical guy.
"It's very hypocritical, isn't it?" Albert was not angry and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone call a twelve-year-old kid a magic text master?"
"Haha, Mr. Anderson is really an interesting person. Yes, as you said, no one would call a twelve-year-old a magic text master." Rowena looked at Albert with interest, "I think
We will have many common topics, let’s talk while we walk.”
What does this person want to do? Albert is a little confused, but there is no doubt that Rowena Smith is an expert.
It is actually normal for experts to have friends who are experts.
"Do the so-called experts and masters like to compliment each other when they meet?" The corner of Isobel's mouth twitched.
The two of them didn't know what Isobel was thinking. As they were walking and chatting, they found that there were quite a lot of topics that they could talk about together.
What surprised Smith was that Albert was actually sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat?
"Gryffindor is not only reckless." Albert reminded him without caring at all, "Dumbledore was also sorted into Gryffindor?"
"That's right." Smith was not too entangled in this issue. The topics of his chat with Albert gradually involved other fields.
Albert was surprised by the scope of Smith's involvement, but little did he know that Smith was even more surprised that Albert had his own unique insights in various fields.
You know, Albert hasn't even finished his first year at Hogwarts yet. Apart from being a genius, Smith really doesn't know what to use to describe the man in front of him.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The situation of this Quidditch match was actually predicted by Albert. The tug-of-war between the two sides continued, and it seemed that it was very likely to drag on.
until night.
"Why does Uncle Rowena want to see that guy?" Katrina was puzzled. She originally thought that Smith came here for the information left by her father, but that didn't seem to be the case.
"I don't know, don't worry about them, let's go back to the stands and continue watching the game." Isobel glanced at the backs of the two of them, pulled her sister and left.
To be honest, the exchange between Albert and Smith was not very friendly to most people.
In the eyes of the McDougal sisters, as soon as the two guys met, they started chattering, which gave the two people who didn't understand a headache.
The competition lasted until eight o'clock in the evening, and finally Charlie, who looked exhausted, caught the Golden Snitch by chance.
No one thought that Albert's prediction would come true. At that time, what he said:
Maybe, after your confinement is over, the competition won't be over yet.
Victory belongs to Gryffindor.
In fact, these two sentences really come true.
Fred and George's confinement only lasted until seven o'clock in the evening. They didn't even eat dinner, so they hurried over to watch the game, and they happened to watch the end.
"This is a wonderful game." Smith smiled and said to Albert, "Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"I'm leaving first." Before Smith turned to leave, he turned back and said, "We will meet again soon. I'm looking forward to your letter."
"Will do."
Albert looked at Smith's leaving back and then cast his gaze to the center of the court. The members of the Gryffindor team all hugged each other. Charlie took the trophy and raised it high, announcing to everyone that Gryffindor had won this tournament.
Quidditch trophy.
Albert saw Professor McGonagall with a pleased face, disappointed Ravenclaw students, and even gloomy Slytherin students.
He took steps and walked towards the court.
Outside the stadium, Smith was walking on the lawn when a figure appeared beside him without warning, it was Dumbledore.
"How is it?" Dumbledore smiled.
"A great Quidditch match." Smith did not hesitate to praise him, "I agree with that."
"That's great." Dumbledore said happily, "Would you like to have dinner together in the Great Hall?"
"No, I don't think there's any need to rush. I should go back." Smith said goodbye to Dumbledore and walked towards Hogsmeade.