Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 318 Hardcore spoiler

  At night, Albert had just returned from the kitchen, still 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 poured into his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match. The topics originally related to Professor Smith were all forgotten by everyone. Few people really cared about Rowena. Smith's death.

He looked around, walked towards Lee Jordan, who was buried in the pile of books doing his homework, and put the oily paper bag containing warm pumpkin pie in front of him. His eyes swept across the common room and fell on the group in the corner on people.

  Charlie was crouching in front of a model of a Quidditch pitch, using his wand to direct the little figures on the pitch to move, chattering constantly, explaining tactics that might be used tomorrow to his teammates next to him.

   "Is the date going well?" Lee Jordan opened the oil-paper bag and couldn't help teasing, "I thought you wouldn't be back until midnight."

  The girls next to them all pricked up their ears and silently eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. Everyone was curious as to who Albert was dating.

   "I remember you don't seem to like eating this..."

  Albert slapped Lee Jordan's hand off with a smile, took the oil paper bag away from his face, and turned his head to talk to Shanna who was also doing homework.

   "Do you want supper?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag that Albert handed over, took out a piece of pumpkin pie that was still steaming from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it?" It’s still hot.”

   "The house elves just made it, and the freshly baked pumpkin pie is even more delicious." Albert pulled out his wand and waved it. After the milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and brewed, it flew in front of him and Shanna.

   "Household magic? It seems very convenient." Shanna smiled and took a sip of milk tea, and happily took a bite of the pumpkin pie. "I didn't expect you to learn family magic on purpose."

   "Ahem, Albert, I was under the nonsense spell just now, don't you mind." Lee Jordan stared straight at the oil paper bag, and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

   "The milk tea brewed using magic is not as delicious as the one made by oneself, just for convenience." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and ignored Lee Jordan next to him.

   This **** planned to spread rumors about him, and wanted to eat the supper he brought back.

   "I've never heard of a nonsense spell!" Fred put his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder and said with a smile.

   "Besides, I feel like you don't have a share here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, and there were really only two pieces of pumpkin pie left in it, and he shared it with Fred with a smile.

  Sanna looked down at her pumpkin pie when she heard the words, and instantly understood what was going on, and quickly cast a sorry look at Lee Jordan.

   "Charlie finished?" Albert asked back.

   "It's over." Fred sighed softly, "It doesn't feel like it's useful. Fortunately, the Hufflepuff team is not strong, and we should be able to win tomorrow."

   "If you lose face again, you won't be able to get through."

   Albert knew that tomorrow would be their last Quidditch match of the season, and that Gryffindor would compete with Hufflepuff for the title of the worst team of the semester.

   "Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can no longer shirk. Wood will definitely let you join the team." George took a bite of the pumpkin pie and suddenly said to Albert.

  A good Seeker, usually able to bring the team wins.

  Albert has already proven his talent for flying. After Charlie left, he needed 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 like Quidditch training very much, and his time is very limited, especially in the third grade. Twelve subjects are no joke. How can there be time to play Quidditch?

   "I didn't find anything more suitable." Wood said angrily.

   "I mean freshmen."

   "Did you forget? Freshmen are not allowed to participate in the competition." Fred reminded.

   "There are always exceptions. Didn't we also compete in the first grade?" Albert pointed out.

   "I always feel that you are mysterious." Lee Jordan was very depressed because he didn't have supper, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't let everyone guess."

   "In the next school year, Hogwarts will have a very famous freshman enrolled." Albert said mysteriously.

   "Who?" Shanna asked.

   "You don't know." Albert looked at everyone in disbelief.

   "Harry Potter?" George said suddenly.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded: "Today, I saw the name of the savior in a book, and after calculating the time, Harry Potter should be almost at school age .”

   "Do you think Potter is good at Quidditch?" Fred widened his eyes and looked Albert up and down, as if wondering if this guy was talking nonsense to fool them again.

   "If you pay attention, you will find that there are many Quidditch trophies left by James Potter when he was in school in the prize showroom." Albert reminded.

"Did not notice."

"Me too."

   Albert signaled to 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?" Shanna was even more puzzled, "And, do you think Harry Potter will be assigned to Gryffindor?"

   "Wizards pay attention to heredity." Albert had a strange expression, "James Potter is in Gryffindor, and Harry Potter should also be in Gryffindor, 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 a moment.

   "Next semester, I will take 12 classes, so how can I have time to play Quidditch?" Albert said angrily, and he didn't feel embarrassed that his thoughts were exposed, because it was also true.

   "Twelve courses?" Wood's voice became sharper.

   "Although I think you're talking nonsense, it sounds reasonable." Fred patted Wood on the shoulder after eating the pumpkin pie and comforted him. "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying."

   "Go to sleep, play hard tomorrow, don't lose the game again."

  Charlie came over and asked everyone to go back to rest. Before leaving, he emphasized again and again that he must win the next game no matter what, and he must not lose too embarrassingly.

   "I don't think it doesn't matter if I lose. I can't get the championship trophy anyway." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.

In fact, the players in the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have worked hard in training, but their results are still not very good. The pressure from the public opinion behind them is not small. Many people say that they were selected for the team based on their connections Yes, it ruined an otherwise good team.

  (end of this chapter)