Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 223: How do you know?

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On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early. It was still dark in front of him and the strong wind and rain outside were hitting the window glass.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert curled up in the warm quilt, ready to go back to sleep for another nap. Anyway, today was Saturday, and no one would care even if he slept until noon.

Of course, Albert did not get what he wanted after all. At about 8:30, he was awakened by the sound of Fred and George getting up.

Then again, the heavy rain outside still shows no signs of abating.

Albert looked up and out the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch game would still go on.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch games won't be cancelled because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, I'm not the one playing in the game today." Albert secretly rejoiced. He actually hated getting wet in the rain and was not really interested in watching the game in the rain. It could only be said that his love for Quidditch had not reached that level yet.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were dark, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, all this could not cover up people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, students were excitedly chatting about Quidditch. They were looking forward to today's Quidditch match and didn't care at all that it was raining outside.

At the Gryffindor dining table, Albert was putting a grilled sausage between slices of bread, then he took a big bite, and drank the steaming corn soup. His whole body instantly warmed up.

Compared to Albert, the people around him seemed to have no appetite.

"Are you so nervous that you can't eat?" Albert understood the nervousness of Fred and the others, but he still felt that there was no need to take the outcome of this Quidditch match too seriously. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be that nervous.

"You're not the one going up to compete." Angelina glared at Albert unhappily and couldn't help complaining, "Don't make sarcastic remarks over there."

"You'd better eat something." Albert finished the corn soup on his plate and blinked. "Playing in rainy weather is very physically demanding for the players."

"I don't want to eat anything." Fred and George muttered

"I have no appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had played in a game once, her performance last time was not very good. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally stepped onto the Quidditch field as a regular player. She was sure that she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid feeling nervous.

"Albert is right. You'd better eat something to keep your strength." Lee Jordan smeared a thick layer of ketchup on the grilled sausages, took a big bite, and said happily, "Otherwise you won't have the strength to hit the Bludger away."

"Thank you for your concern," said Fred unhappily.

"You're welcome."

"I heard that you are trying to be a commentator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Albert in disbelief. "How did you know I became a Quidditch commentator?"

This is one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He originally planned to give everyone a surprise, but he didn't expect it to be revealed by Albert, which made him quite resentful.

"When did it happen?" George asked curiously.

"Not long ago, I passed Professor McGonagall's test." Lee Jordan said, "Last year's commentator Bagno seemed to have become a Ravenclaw player, so I didn't encounter too many obstacles and successfully became a Quidditch commentator. So, when did you find out?"

"What do you think?" Albert smiled but said nothing. In fact, he just said it casually and didn't know the actual situation.

In Albert's memory, Lee Jordan had always been the narrator. Or rather, the Weasley twins' friend was the narrator, so he asked casually, but he didn't expect that he would get it right.

Before half past ten, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare, and the other spectators entered before eleven o'clock.

"Together?" Alia invited Albert.

"You guys go first, I have to go back to the dormitory." Albert made an excuse and hurriedly left the hall. He did not forget the agreement he had made with the McDougal sisters. This matter had been delayed for a long time, and it was not a good idea to stand them up.

Having said that, Quidditch games are still as popular as ever. Even windy and rainy weather cannot stop all the teachers and students from coming out in full force.

Albert stood by the window, watching the students running across the lawn towards the Quidditch pitch with umbrellas.

"I feel like I must be crazy. Giving up watching today's Quidditch match for that damn bet?" Katrina McDougal walked towards Albert and did not forget to complain to Albert about this.

"You should thank me. If it weren't for me, you would still be outside in the rain." Albert retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the girl beside him and asked, "Where is Isobel?"

"She went back to the common room. She will probably come out when we go there." Katrina said as she walked over. "It's incredible that I agreed to make such a bet with you now."

"Of course you will agree. After all, the stakes are 10 Galleons, and you can buy a lot of things with this money." Albert reminded kindly.

They walked up the tower in dizzying circles, and Katrina led Albert, who had never been here before, to a door.

If this could be called a door, there was no handle or keyhole, just an old wooden board with a bronze eagle-shaped door knocker.

Albert reached out and touched the wooden board curiously, then turned his head and asked, "A piece of wood that has existed for nearly a thousand years?"

"Why is your focus different from others?" Katrina said unhappily. She reached out and knocked on the door. In the silence, the eagle's beak suddenly opened and said in a gentle, musical voice:

What is a question you can never answer "yes" to

"This is the first question." Albert turned his head and said to the girl.

Katrina responded: "Are you asleep?"

"That makes sense," the voice said, and the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened.

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' is also an answer," Albert muttered.

On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising her hand to open the door, but she didn't expect the door to open on its own.

Then, she heard Albert's words and replied, "The answer to the eagle ring riddle is not unique."