At night, Albert had just returned from the kitchen with a steaming midnight snack 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 topics originally related to Professor Smith were all forgotten. Few people really cared about Rowena Smith's life or death.
He looked around and walked towards Lee Jordan, who was buried in a pile of books doing homework. He put the oil paper bag of hot pumpkin pie in front of him, and his eyes swept across the common room to the group of people in the corner.
Charlie was squatting in front of a model of a Quidditch field, using his wand to direct the little figures on the field to move. He kept muttering to his teammates next to him, explaining the tactics that might be used tomorrow.
"Did your date go well?" Lee Jordan opened the oil-paper bag and couldn't help but teasing, "I thought you would come back in the middle of the night."
The girls nearby pricked up their ears and eavesdropped on their conversation. They were all very curious about who Albert was dating.
"I remember you didn't seem to like eating this..."
Albert smiled and slapped Lee Jordan's hand away, took the oil paper bag away from him, and turned his head to talk to Shanna who was also doing homework.
"Want a midnight snack?"
"Thank you!" Sana glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag handed to her by Albert, took out a piece of steaming pumpkin pie from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it? It's still hot."
"The house-elves just made it. Freshly-baked pumpkin pie is even more delicious." Albert took out his wand and waved it. The milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and flew in front of him and Sana.
"Family magic? It looks very convenient." Sana smiled and took a sip of milk tea and a bite of pumpkin pie happily. "I didn't expect you would go out of your way to learn family magic."
"Ahem, Albert, I was just under the spell of gibberish, please don't mind it." Lee Jordan stared at the oil paper bag and immediately apologized.
"The milk tea brewed using magic isn't as delicious as the one I make myself, it's just for convenience." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and ignored Lee Jordan next to him.
This bastard was planning to make up rumors about him and even wanted to eat the midnight snack he brought back.
"I've never heard of a gibberish curse!" said Fred, putting his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder and grinning.
"Besides, I feel like there's no portion for you here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, and sure enough, there were only two pieces of pumpkin pie left in it. He smiled and shared it with Fred.
When Sana heard this, she looked down at her pumpkin pie and instantly realized what was going on. She quickly gave Lee Jordan an apologetic look.
"Is Charlie finished?" Albert asked.
"That's all." Fred sighed softly, "I don't think it's any use. Fortunately, the Hufflepuff team is not strong. They should be able to win tomorrow."
"If I lose face again, I won't be able to get through this."
Albert knew that tomorrow was their last Quidditch game of the season, with Gryffindor competing against Hufflepuff for the title of the worst team of the term.
"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you won't be able to refuse anymore. Wood will definitely let you join the team." George took a bite of pumpkin pie and suddenly said to Albert.
A good Seeker can usually bring victory to the team.
Albert had already proven his talent in flying, and after Charlie left, he would need to fill that position.
"Maybe Wood can find a better seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.
It was true that he liked flying, but he didn't like Quidditch training very much. Moreover, his time was very limited, especially in the third grade. The twelve subjects were no joke. How could he have time to play Quidditch
"I don't see anything more suitable," said Wood unhappily.
"I mean the freshmen."
"Have you forgotten? Freshmen are not allowed to participate in the competition." Fred reminded.
"There are always exceptions. Didn't we also participate in the competition in first grade?" Albert pointed out.
"I always feel like you're being mysterious." Lee Jordan was upset because he didn't get to have a midnight snack. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't keep everyone guessing."
"Next school year, there will be a very famous new student enrolling in Hogwarts." Albert said mysteriously.
"Who?" Shanna asked.
"You didn'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. I calculated the time and Harry Potter should be almost of school age."
"Do you think Potter will be 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 quite a few Quidditch trophies left over from James Potter's school days in the trophy display room," Albert reminded.
“I didn’t notice.”
"Me too."
Albert signaled to them that if they didn't believe it, they could go to the trophy display room now.
"What does this have to do with the savior playing Quidditch?" Shannah was even more confused. "Besides, do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"
"Wizards are hereditary." Albert looked very strange. "James Potter is in Gryffindor, so Harry Potter should also be in Gryffindor, and he might be good at flying."
"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, right!" Lee Jordan bluntly exposed Albert's little thoughts.
Wood instantly stared at Albert.
"I have twelve courses next semester, so how can I have time to play Quidditch?" Albert said unhappily. He was not embarrassed about having his thoughts exposed, because this was also the truth.
"Twelve courses?" Wood's voice became sharp.
"Although I think you're talking nonsense, it seems to make some sense." Fred finished his pumpkin pie, patted Wood's shoulder and comforted him, "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying."
"Go to sleep, play well tomorrow, and don't lose the game again."
Charlie came over and asked everyone to go back and rest. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that they had to win the next game no matter what and must not lose too badly.
"I think it doesn't matter even if we lose. We won't get the championship trophy anyway." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.
In fact, the players of the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have been training very hard, but the results are still not very good. There is also a lot of pressure from public opinion behind the scenes. Many people say that they were selected into the team because of connections and they have ruined the originally good team.