Albert was woken up before dawn on Saturday. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fred walking back and forth in the room.
"Ah~" Albert reached out and grabbed the pocket watch on the bedside table. He covered his yawn and looked at the time on the pocket watch with the help of the light on the table.
"What the hell are you doing? It's only half past six!"
Albert could understand that Fred, George and even the entire Gryffindor team didn't want to lose, but...
"It's no use being nervous. You should rest and recharge your batteries so that you will have enough energy for the upcoming Quidditch game."
"Sorry for waking you up."
The door of the room suddenly creaked open, and George, who had just returned from washing up, gave an apologetic look to the sleepy Albert.
"I think Albert is right. You should have confidence in yourself." Lee Jordan's voice suddenly rang out in the room.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Albert then noticed Lee Jordan. This guy had been staying in the shadows since a while ago, and was ignored by him because he was not fully conscious yet.
"I'm going to be the commentator for the game today, so of course I have to dress up nicely."
Lee Jordan was fiddling with his hairstyle in front of the mirror.
To be honest, Albert didn't know what was so good about his curly hair.
"Have you taken a fancy to that girl? Maybe I can give you some advice on how to seduce her." Albert held back his yawn and huddled back into bed. The room was a little cold. The temperature had dropped sharply recently and it was already looking like snowing outside.
"By the way, how did you manage to pick up the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw?" Lee Jordan changed the subject, apparently having been guessed by Albert.
"I just asked Isobel if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and then it became a deal." Albert said bluntly, "You should be more confident. Confident boys are more attractive to girls."
"This Christmas, we'll give you a copy of 'Twelve Magical Ways to Charm Witches'." Fred and George looked at each other and grinned. "We also gave Albert a copy last year."
"That book is quite useful." Albert poked his head out of the bed sheet, closed his eyes and said, "Originally, I was planning to give Lee Jordan as a Christmas present, but it seems that this year I can only give him a large portion of Bibi's Every Flavour Beans. If you don't want it, how about I give you a signed copy of Lockhart's book?"
"An extra-large portion of Beebe's Every Flavour Beans, please," Lee Jordan said unhappily, causing Fred and George to laugh.
"Don't worry, there will definitely be surprises as Christmas gifts this year." Albert planned to give everyone a bottle of glutinous rice wine. The house-elves had tried to brew it several times and had initially succeeded in brewing glutinous rice wine.
"We'll be looking forward to unpacking the packages. We'll go downstairs first and see you later." The Weasley twins, dressed, went downstairs early to have breakfast, so as not to disturb Albert's rest any further.
"I'll remember to go to the stadium to cheer you on." Albert put his head back into the sheets, intending to take a nap.
When he woke up again? It was already half past nine.
When he arrived at the hall, he found that the Gryffindor team members were crowded around a long table. Each of them looked nervous and taciturn, like prisoners who would be sent to the gallows at any time.
Albert knew that the Gryffindor team members were eager to defeat the Slytherin team and defeat the Nimbus 2001 that the Slytherin team bought with money.
If they lost this Quidditch game, it would mean that all their efforts and contributions had been defeated by the opponent using Galleons. This cruel reality would undoubtedly deal a serious blow to the confidence of the entire team.
However? Sometimes, you will become stronger by spending money, reality is so cruel.
What's even more cruel is that the Slytherin team lost the game because of the money.
Reality is such a crap game.
As expected? Under the aura of Harry Potter's protagonist, Malfoy could only tremble.
While eating? Albert secretly observed Lockhart who was eating at the teacher's seat. The smile on the face of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed a little forced. Some bad things happened recently. Lockhart found that he had signs of hair loss. This discovery almost made him collapse. If he became bald, how would he face his book fans in the future.
Of course, Lockhart didn't know that Albert had secretly cut off a small tuft of his hair when he was sleeping that night, and the hair on the pillow was "accidentally" left behind by Albert when he was collecting the hair.
What a sad misunderstanding.
Eleven o'clock was approaching, and Albert and Isobel made an appointment to go to the Quidditch field to watch the game.
"You look tired?"
"We were woken up in the morning. Fred and George were too nervous. They didn't want to lose to Garlon." Albert looked up at the sky. The weather was terrible today. There were faint thunders in the sky and it looked like it might rain at any time.
“Although it’s a bit unfair, it’s also part of the game and should be used reasonably within the rules,” Isobel commented simply.
"Actually, I think so too." Albert said with a smile, "If Gryffindor collectively received Nimbus 2001, their opinions would probably be completely different."
"But they won't lose because they have Potter." Albert said meaningfully.
"Because of Potter?" Isobel didn't understand what Albert meant.
Just a few minutes into the game, the Slytherin team took advantage of the speed of Nimbus 2001 and scored the first goal.
It is useful for the Malfoy family to give money to the team, and the effect is obvious.
The Gryffindor team was suppressed by the speed of Nimbus 2001, and the score between the two teams was slowly widening.
"There's something wrong with that Bludger. Someone has cast a spell on it." Isobel frowned.
Just now, Harry Potter used a very clever dodging technique, rushed towards the audience and pulled upwards, successfully letting the Bludger into the audience.
"It's useless. Bludgers are always running around recklessly. Besides, the competition venue is so large, I'm afraid not many people will notice this." Albert shook his head. "Besides, even if we raise questions, we will probably be laughed at. If we request an investigation, we will probably be disqualified and lose the game. After all, there is no evidence to indicate that the Slytherin team tampered with the Bludgers."
Albert remembered that it seemed to be a house-elf in disguise, with the purpose of knocking Harry off his broom, causing him to be seriously injured and sent home, thereby "saving" him from danger.
Harry was fighting desperately to avoid being rescued.
Albert, observing the Bludger chasing Harry through binoculars, once again lamented the weird train of thought of the house-elf, which was really speechless.
No matter who you are, you probably wouldn't like to be saved in this way!