Albert, who had just finished taking a shower and was wearing gray pajamas, walked into the dormitory and saw several roommates sitting around the table, playing wizard cards and eating freshly baked pies on the plate.
"Sent here from the house elf."
George's mouth was full of food and his speech was slurred.
Albert looked towards the plate and saw a hand reaching out to take away the last piece of pie. He immediately stepped forward and waved to the hand.
A crisp sound echoed in the room.
pain!
Lee Jordan raised his head and looked at Albert with a resentful look on his face, and kept rubbing the red and swollen back of his hand with his hand.
"You didn't even leave me the last piece!" Albert simply picked up the last pie and took a bite. The meat filling inside was still warm and it felt pretty good.
"You don't have to be so cruel!"!"
"I couldn't hold back my strength for a while. Besides, if you don't leave any piece for me, who will I hit if I don't beat you?" Albert ate the pie, turned his head and looked at the Weasley brothers who were snickering next to him, and asked: "
How many sets of wizard cards have you made?"
"Currently we can only come one by one, and the progress is very slow. We spent a lot of time, so we just got one for ourselves first." George shrugged helplessly, saying that he had tried his best.
"How on earth did you get the house elf to bring you midnight snacks?" Fred brought up another topic that was more interesting to him.
"personal appeal."
Albert finished the last bite of pie and took his handkerchief from the side to wipe the corners of his mouth.
The three of them looked at each other, not believing Albert's lies at all.
Albert didn't care whether they believed it or not. He looked around but couldn't see his cat, so he asked: "Where is my Tom?"
"Tom? Oh, you mean the cat!" Fred pointed to the door and said, "It ran out just now and should still be running around in the Gryffindor common room."
"Really, it's so late and you're still running around." Albert muttered.
"Cat, you can't be locked up."
"I didn't say to close it either."
Albert took out the compass from his leather bag, checked the direction, and then followed the stairs to the common room.
The common room was very dark at the moment, and there were still some residual fires flickering in the fireplace.
"Tom."
Albert softly called his cat's name, but there was no response. He looked at the compass in his hand, then looked in that direction, preparing to take out his wand and use the flying spell to call his cat back, when he saw a figure in the corner.
A fluffy black shadow suddenly rushed towards him.
"It's time to go back to bed!" Albert bent down to pick up the fat cat. When the light from the tip of the wand passed through the common room inadvertently, the corner of Albert's eyes was on the chair closest to the entrance of the common room.
Albert noticed someone sitting there, so he walked over with the cat in his arms. It was a little girl wearing a pink nightgown.
"Don't sleep here again, you may catch a cold, Miss Granger."
Hermione heard the noise and raised her head in confusion, a little panicked when she looked at Albert.
Albert looked at the little girl in front of him. This was the first time he took a closer look at the legendary Hermione Granger. She was very ordinary, no different from the girl next door.
"You shouldn't have quarreled with your roommates, right?"
"No!" Hermione said dryly.
"Then go back and rest!" Albert glanced at the oil lamp next to him and said calmly, "Stop hiding here and scaring people, or are you planning to go out for a night out?"
"No."
Hermione smelled the faint fragrance of the bath liquid on Albert's body and felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the surrounding darkness concealed the changes on the girl's face. She hesitated for a moment and overheard Harry and Ron preparing to go.
Tell Albert about the duel with Malfoy.
"This is in line with Gryffindor's character." Albert pulled up a chair, sat down next to Hermione, put Tom on his knees, and smoothed his hair, "So, you want to stop them
.”
"Yes, wandering around the school at night. If they are caught, how many points will Gryffindor lose? And I think they will definitely be caught by Filch. I heard that the administrator knows
All the secret passages in the school."
"I dare say, they will definitely tell you: This matter has nothing to do with you." Albert looked at the change in the expression on the girl's face, nodded, and said, "Don't pay too much attention, Gryffindor students are all
Because of his character, he never takes school rules seriously."
Hermione opened her mouth, stared blankly at the boy in front of her with a faint smile, and finally asked in confusion: "Shouldn't we stop them?"
"Stop? It's hard for you to stop them, unless you are Professor McGonagall, but you are obviously not." Albert shook his head and said: "Don't expect to convince anyone with words. It is too difficult, especially if they insist on trying.
While doing this.”
Hermione was about to say something, but was interrupted by Albert raising his hand.
"I know what you want to say." Albert continued, "This so-called duel should be a trap. According to Slytherin's formal style, it is estimated that Filch will be informed of this matter in advance, so that
If Mr. Administrator catches them, points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and Harry and Ron will also be imprisoned."
"However, they often do things without thinking, which is Gryffindor's style. Sometimes, they will never remember the lesson unless they suffer some losses." Albert said calmly, "Don't pay too much attention to those rules and regulations.
No one in Gryffindor House really cares about scores, otherwise they would consciously add points to the house, but most students don’t have that idea.”
"Is this the style of Gryffindor House?" Hermione looked up at Albert and asked seriously: "What about you? I heard that you have been giving points to Gryffindor!"
"That's just incidental. It's best if you can get extra points. If you can't, forget it."
"I don't think you look like a Gryffindor at all." Hermione whispered, "The Sorting Hat must have asked you if you want to go to Ravenclaw!"
"Everyone says so. Many people think I should go to Ravenclaw House." Albert didn't care about this matter. "But, for me, Gryffindor is better. There are people I am familiar with here."
friend."
"What do you think I should do?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"Go back to sleep, or continue trying here to stop Harry and Ron." Albert stood up and said to Hermione: "To be honest, you may not be suitable for staying in Gryffindor House. If you have time,
, you can try to join the Wizard Card Club, maybe you can make some friends, the more meaning of the game is to create a happy time."
Hermione opened her mouth, looked at Albert's leaving back, and finally said nothing.
Friends?
She doesn’t have any of her own!
Albert obviously saw it too, that's why he said that.