Winter nights come especially early, and at five in the evening, the sky quickly darkens.
However, Hogwarts is a little special today. The Quidditch field is still brightly lit, and in order to allow the game to continue, the professors of Hogwarts lit torches around the field.
In the stands, Albert tightened his thick cloak to resist the rapidly falling temperature at night. Compared with Albert's situation, the other spectators around him were in a worse situation. They had not eaten lunch and were already hungry.
However, the audience still endured hunger and cold and continued to sit in the stands to watch the Quidditch match with an enthusiasm that Albert could not understand.
However, the spectators were not the worst-off people at the scene. The players who were still flying in the sky had already been messed up in the cold wind.
The wind at high altitude was very cold, and it became even colder at night, especially for the new players who were nervous and had not eaten much in the morning. The little energy they had left had long been drained by the cold, and now they were hungry, thirsty and cold.
The commentator Lee Jordan, who was originally in high spirits, no longer had the initial passion. His voice became hoarse due to the continuous commentary, and he had to use the loud voice magic to continue with the help of Professor McGonagall. This was undoubtedly a severe test for Lee Jordan, who was a first-time commentator.
"Look, they've all spotted the Golden Snitch and are chasing after it!" Lee Jordan shouted from the stands. "Right now, the score between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is 210 to 270. Ravenclaw is temporarily in the lead, but the two teams haven't completely widened the gap. Whoever catches the Golden Snitch will win for their team."
A fierce battle for the Golden Snitch was going on above the court, and the Seekers on both sides were eager to end this long game.
There was no way. It had lasted for several hours and all the players were very tired.
"Both sides are accelerating their dives. Oh, they're going to hit the ground, oh my god, they're hitting the ground, I hope they're okay." Lee Jordan shouted in horror. "Wait, oh no, the Ravenclaw Seeker has caught the Golden Snitch."
No one cared what Lee Jordan had just said, because rounds of cheers had already erupted in the stadium, and people were cheering for the victory of the game.
Albert and other Gryffindor spectators poured onto the field, and Gryffindor and Ravenclaw players had already gathered around Charlie.
The two Seekers were in a bad condition. They were both injured and were eventually taken to the school hospital on stretchers by Professor McGonagall who rushed over.
"Don't worry, Charlie will be fine." Albert comforted the twin brothers softly. The condition of the two was not very good. Not only were they shivering in the cold wind from above, but they also seemed to be exhausted.
"Have some candy first." Albert took out some candy and handed it to the twins, and at the same time took out his wand to remove the dampness and coldness from their bodies.
"Thank you, it's all thanks to you!" Fred said a little tiredly. He did not refuse Albert's support. In fact, he was almost out of strength.
“I didn’t expect this game to last this long.”
The four of them hurried back to the castle, sat at the crowded dining table, and after eating a bowl of steaming corn soup, they were able to talk about other things.
"I remember you seemed to say the game would last a long time." Lee Jordan suddenly looked up at Albert and said while eating a piece of fried potato.
"I didn't say that. Don't put the blame on me." Albert rolled his eyes at Lee Jordan. "I just told them to eat more so that they wouldn't have too little energy to compete."
"Same meaning," said Lee Jordan.
"In the end, we still lost." George's tone was a little heavy. They trained so hard, but still lost the game.
"Charlie has done his best." Albert said.
"I know, he just had bad luck." Fred was a little depressed. Ravenclaw won the game just because of good luck. At that time, the opponent's Seeker and Charlie dived together, and neither of them had the intention of slowing down. When they hit the ground, the opponent actually caught the Golden Snitch.
Speaking of luck, several people looked at Albert. This guy is lucky enough. If...
They didn't think about it any further, there was no if.
After eating something, Albert and the Gryffindor players went to the school hospital to visit the injured Charlie. The captain had been treated by Madam Pomfrey, but his condition was not very good and he needed to stay in the school hospital overnight for observation.
However, Charlie was not alone, because there was someone accompanying him. The only regret was that the person was not a girl, but the Lucky Seeker of Ravenclaw who shared the same suffering as Charlie.
As soon as they left the school hospital, the four met Professor Smith in the corridor.
"Albert, I just happened to want to talk to you about something." Professor Smith kindly invited Albert to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
"This is what I said last time." He handed Albert a piece of parchment, which contained what Albert saw in the Room of Requirement today.
Sure enough, Professor Smith had also been in there.
"This is the history of the founding of Hogwarts." Albert said after taking a moment to read the contents of the parchment.
"I know." Professor Smith nodded. "Do you think there's anything special about him?"
"Special?" Albert thought for a moment and said, "Nothing special. It's just a piece of history, similar to what I read in the library."
Professor Smith seemed a little disappointed, even though Albert got the same result as him.
"If you insist on saying something strange..." Albert hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Were the situations of wizards in ancient times really that bad?"
Albert knew whether it was bad or not. He was just trying to divert Professor Smith's attention.
"Not very good." Professor Smith explained, "In that era, magical knowledge was not summarized and summarized like ours, and wizards were all crossing the river by feeling the stones. Knowledge was very precious. A parchment book might be worth a baron's income for a year or even longer. In that era, many wizards did not master many types of magic, especially those wizards from Muggle families. Their situation was very bad. They had magical powers but no formal magic."
Without a wand and not knowing how to use magic, having magical power is undoubtedly a bad thing. Muggles are very afraid of this power and once discovered, they will be regarded as monsters. The fate can be imagined. People like Tom who explore on their own and use magic roughly are only a minority after all.
"The four founders of Hogwarts are undoubtedly great, but there are only a few wizards as powerful as them. There are even fewer who are willing to share their knowledge with others as selflessly as they do," Professor Smith said with emotion.
"I thought it was a prosperous era of magic," Albert muttered. "The ancient and powerful magic of Hogwarts..."
"You're right. In that era, there were indeed a lot of magical and powerful magic. Although traces of those ancient magics can still be found today, no one has the chance to use them... Maybe Dumbledore knows some ancient magic, but such cases are only a minority after all." Professor Smith frowned slightly. He was actually aware of some problems, but he couldn't figure out where they were for a while.