At nightfall, Albert just came back from the kitchen, holding a steaming supper in his hand, and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password."
"Pumpkin pie."
Albert waited for the entrance to open and immediately walked into the Gryffindor common room.
The noise around him immediately filled his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match. The original topics related to Professor Smith were all forgotten. Few people really cared about Rowena...
Smith's life and death.
He looked around, walked up to Lee Jordan who was immersed in the pile of books doing homework, and put the oil paper bag containing the warm pumpkin pie in front of him. His eyes swept across the common room and saw the group of people in the corner.
On people.
Charlie was squatting in front of a model of the Quidditch field, using his wand to direct the movement of the little people on the field. He was constantly chattering, explaining the tactics that might be used tomorrow to his teammates next to him.
"Did the date go well?" Li Jordan opened the oil paper bag and couldn't help but joked, "I thought you would come back at midnight."
The girls next to them all pricked up their ears and silently eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. Everyone was curious about who Albert was dating.
"I remember you don't seem to like eating this..."
Albert smiled and patted away Lee Jordan's hand, took the oil paper bag away from his face, and turned his head to talk to Shanna, who was also doing homework.
"Want a late-night snack?"
"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Li Jordan, took the oil paper bag handed over by Albert, took out a piece of steaming pumpkin pie from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it?
When it arrived, it was actually still hot.”
"The house elves just made it, and the freshly baked pumpkin pie is even more delicious." Albert took out his wand and waved it, and the milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and brewed, then flew in front of him and Shanna.
"Home magic? It seems very convenient." Shanna smiled, took a sip of milk tea, and happily took a bite of pumpkin pie. "I didn't expect you to go out of your way to learn home magic."
"Ahem, Albert, don't mind if I was hit by a gibbering spell just now." Lee Jordan stared directly at the oil paper bag and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.
"The milk tea brewed using magic is not as delicious as brewing it yourself. It's just for convenience." Albert took a sip of milk tea and ignored Li Jordan next to him.
This bastard planned to spread rumors about him, and also wanted to eat the midnight snack he brought back.
"I've never heard of any nonsense curse!" Fred put his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Besides, I feel like you don't have a place here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert. As expected, there were only two pieces of pumpkin pie left in it, and he shared it with Fred with a smile.
After hearing this, Shanna lowered her head and glanced at her pumpkin pie. She immediately understood what was going on and quickly cast an apologetic look at Li Jordan.
"Charlie is done?" Albert asked.
"That's it." Fred sighed softly, "It feels useless. Fortunately, the Hufflepuff team is not strong and they should be able to win tomorrow."
"If you lose face again, you won't be able to survive."
Albert knew that tomorrow was their last Quidditch match of the season, and Gryffindor would compete with Hufflepuff for the title of worst team this term.
"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can no longer shirk it. Wood will definitely let you join the team." George took a bite of the pumpkin pie and suddenly said to Albert.
An excellent seeker can usually bring victory to the team.
Albert has already proven his talent in flying, and after Charlie leaves, he needs to fill that position.
"Maybe Wood can find a better seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.
It's true that he likes flying, but he doesn't really like Quidditch training, and his time is very limited, especially in the third grade. Twelve subjects are no joke. How can he have time to play Quidditch?
"I didn't find anything more suitable." Wood said angrily.
"I mean new students."
"Have you forgotten? Freshmen are not allowed to participate in the competition." Fred reminded.
"There are always exceptions. Didn't we participate in the competition when we were in the first grade?" Albert pointed out this point.
"I always think you are mysterious." Li Qiaodan was very depressed because he didn't have the midnight snack. "Just say what you have to say, and don't let everyone guess."
"Next school year, a very famous new student will be admitted to Hogwarts." Albert said mysteriously.
"Who?" Shanna asked.
"You don't know." Albert looked at everyone in disbelief.
"Harry Potter?" George suddenly said.
"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded: "Today, I saw the name of the savior in a book. I calculated the time and found that Harry Potter should be almost at school age.
.”
"Do you think Potter will be good at Quidditch?" Fred's eyes widened and he looked Albert up and down, as if wondering if this guy was deceiving them with his nonsense again.
"If you pay attention, you will find that in the trophy display room, there are many Quidditch trophies left by James Potter when he was in school." Albert reminded.
"Did not notice."
"Me too."
Albert told them that if they didn't believe it, they could go to the prize showroom now.
"What does this have to do with the Savior who knows Quidditch?" Zannah became even more puzzled, "Besides, do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"
"Wizards pay attention to heredity." Albert's expression was strange, "James Potter is in Gryffindor, and Harry Potter should be in Gryffindor as well, and he might be good at flying."
"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, do you?" Lee Jordan unceremoniously exposed Albert's little thoughts.
Wood stared at Albert for an instant.
"Next semester, I have to take twelve classes, how can I still have time to play Quidditch?" Albert said angrily, and he did not feel embarrassed because his thoughts were exposed, because this was also true.
"Twelve courses?" Wood's voice became sharp.
"Although I think you are talking nonsense, it seems to make sense." After finishing the pumpkin pie, Fred patted Wood on the shoulder and comforted him, "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying."
"Go to bed, play hard tomorrow, and don't lose another game."
Charlie came over and asked everyone to go back and rest. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that he must win the next game no matter what, and he must not lose too ugly.
"I think it doesn't matter even if we lose, since we can't win the championship trophy anyway." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.
In fact, the players on the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have been training very hard, but their results are still not very good. There is also a lot of pressure from public opinion behind them. Many people say that they were selected to the team based on their connections.