After coming out of the school hospital, Albert went straight back to the dormitory to get his flying broom.
On the way, he heard many students gathered together and whispered, talking about what happened between Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon.
Many students were saying that the famous savior Harry Potter successfully stopped the dark wizard Quirrell from stealing the treasure that Dumbledore placed in Hogwarts Castle.
As for what exactly happened in the dungeon.
Why Harry Potter fell into a coma remains a mystery.
The principal doesn't mind at all that others use thrilling stories to speculate on the truth of the matter.
In short, everyone generally believes that Harry successfully passed through the magical mechanisms set up by the professors and finally succeeded in preventing Professor Quirrell from stealing the headmaster's treasure.
No one knew how it happened, but Potter suddenly had a lot of friends and admirers, and visiting him and giving him gifts became a strange trend in Hogwarts.
When some are happy, others are sad.
Draco Malfoy was very unhappy that Harry Potter suddenly became the hero who stopped Quirrell from stealing the headmaster's treasure. He would rather Potter remained the annoying guy that everyone hated before.
When Malfoy was complaining about this to his two followers, he was overheard by Fred, George and Lee Jordan who were preparing to cause trouble for him.
So the three of them sent a message to Albert and arranged for Malfoy together.
When Malfoy came back to his senses from his trance, he realized that his stomach seemed to be a little bit wrong, and it kept rumbling. He hurriedly shook off his two followers and ran to the nearest bathroom.
As soon as Malfoy sat down on the toilet, a splashing sound came from the cubicle. When his expression eased a little, the toilet seemed to have endured a pressure that it shouldn't have, and suddenly exploded and cracked. Malfoy sat down on the broken pieces of the toilet and jumped up screaming because he was stabbed by the pieces.
The stomach and intestines were still moving constantly, and with a rumbling sound, something even more terrible happened.
The cubicle was immediately filled with a terrible stench, and Malfoy even forgot how he left the bathroom. He fell into a semi-trance.
In the corner, several people who were under the bubble head curse were almost choking with laughter.
"Did you take the picture?" Fred asked excitedly.
"I filmed it." George laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "I bet Malfoy will have a psychological trauma when he sits on the toilet in the future."
"Let those little bastards from the Malfoy family continue to be so arrogant." Fred smiled happily. Their family and the Malfoy family have always been at odds with each other.
"By the way, did you sneak over there with Harry last night?" Lee Jordan suddenly turned his head to look at Albert and asked, "I'm sure you know what happened in the dungeon."
"I went on a date last night." Albert said honestly, "Wood told me about Potter's hospitalization not long ago."
"Do you think I'll believe it?" Fred looked at me with a look that said, "Don't try to fool us."
"I just got a bouquet of flowers and went to visit Harry. Everyone is giving gifts to our heroes. What are you planning to give?" Albert changed the subject casually.
"Cocoa beans," Lee Jordan said without hesitation. "I still have a box that I haven't opened yet. What about you?"
"How about this?"
Fred thought about it carefully, raised his finger and pointed at the toilet seat, and said jokingly, "We can mail order a new toilet seat for Harry, and leave him a card to tell him what just happened. Oh, and this photo, too. I think Harry will definitely like this gift."
"I think he'll like it too!" George nodded in agreement. "By the way, didn't Wood ask you to go for intensive training?"
"Well, you forgot that I know the clone spell!" Albert waved at the three people and walked away with a smile.
Wood's training was simple, it was to help Albert recover, so that Albert would not be unfamiliar with flying and catching the Golden Snitch after not riding a broom for a long time.
Of course, Wood still hoped that Harry would wake up, but Harry ultimately disappointed him.
In the end, it was only Albert, the substitute seeker, who had to go on the field.
The game was more intense than expected. The players did not pin the victory on Albert. Perhaps after losing Harry Potter, who had always brought them victory, they lost the confidence to win the game.
No matter how you look at it, the so-called assault training is not reliable.
However, the most annoying thing was that the players were distracted, causing the score of the game to be deadlocked, and Ravenclaw even had a slight lead over Gryffindor.
The game has been going on for two hours, and it is clear that Ravenclaw is ambitious to win the Quidditch trophy. As long as they can open up a sufficient score gap, they can defeat Gryffindor and Slytherin to win the Quidditch trophy.
To this end, they often sent seekers to intercept Albert.
The score gap had gradually widened, and the voices cheering for Gryffindor became increasingly rare. When most people thought that Gryffindor would miss the Quidditch trophy this year, Albert moved. He began to dive at an extremely fast speed. The Ravenclaw Seeker also saw the Golden Snitch and quickly dived to catch up.
"Stop him."
Screams echoed on the court. Everyone stood up nervously and watched the dramatic changes on the court. The Ravenclaw players rushed towards Albert, trying to hinder him and buy time for the Golden Snitch to disappear.
Unfortunately, Albert easily dodged the attack from the players and the Bludger, got out from the gap, and dived downwards. When everyone thought he would hit the ground, he stopped abruptly.
"Gryffindor wins!"
Lee Jordan screamed excitedly.
"Albert once again used his genius to tell everyone that even amateurs are better than you professionals."
The Gryffindor players flew towards Albert and hugged him tightly, as if they were going to squeeze him to death.
The three chasing girls showed no restraint at all and kissed Albert fiercely on the cheek and forehead.
At this moment, Albert felt that he was under pressure that he shouldn't have to bear at his age. In the end, even he had forgotten how he was lifted high up into the air.
But it's also a good feeling to hold the trophy high.
On the way back to the castle, they met Hagrid, the game keeper, who seemed to be worried.
"Congratulations on winning the game." Hagrid waved at Albert, looking as if he wanted to say something but stopped. "Can you lend me Albert's for a few minutes?"
"What's wrong?" Albert asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's all my fault!" Hagrid suddenly covered his face with his hands and sobbed, "I was the one who told Quirrell how to subdue Fluffy! It was all for a dragon egg, and Harry almost died!"
Albert was a little surprised at Hagrid's self-blame. He could feel the pain and regret in his heart.
"I don't think that Harry's near-death experience has anything to do with you." Albert glanced at the new task, coughed lightly and said, "Harry's experience was entirely the result of his love of adventure. Even if he didn't go, Quirrell still wouldn't be able to get the fake Philosopher's Stone. Can't you see that?"
"It was just a trap."
Albert said a cruel fact, "There is actually no point in Harry doing that. Even if he didn't do it, Quirrell would not be able to take the Philosopher's Stone."
Hagrid was so shocked by Albert's words that he was speechless.
Albert looked around and made sure that no one was around, then whispered, "I know Nico, and I've seen the real Philosopher's Stone. You probably don't know that I've passed those levels and seen the Philosopher's Stone long before Quirrell. It was a fake, although it was indistinguishable from the real thing."
"Don't be surprised, Dumbledore knows about this." Albert said calmly, "If you feel guilty about Harry, give him a gift too!"
"Gift?"
"Family photos, I think this gift is the most precious to Harry, you should have a solution, right?" Albert asked.
"Of course, of course. I'll send an owl to Harry's parents' old classmates and ask them for the photo. I think they will definitely be willing to give the photo to Harry."
At this moment, Hagrid was as happy as a 300-pound child, and hurried back to his hunting lodge.
Albert glanced at the prompt that the task was completed and nodded with satisfaction. Although the experience gained was not high, it was still good overall.