Throughout the afternoon, the Gryffindor students seemed extremely excited, as if they had just won not the Ravenclaw team, but the championship of this year's Quidditch House Cup.
After returning to the common room, Lee Jordan mysteriously revealed to everyone the news he had overheard.
The Slytherin team members who tried to plot against Harry were punished and had to go to Filch for detention.
It is said that Draco Malfoy has to go to the school hospital to clean the chamber pot tomorrow.
This good news undoubtedly made Harry and Ron's good mood even happier.
I don't know who took this opportunity to cast a spell on the Daily Prophet, making the newspaper read out loud the article by Rita Skeeter, re-educate everyone about the terrible monster called Dementors, and also ridicule the ignorance and stupidity of the Slytherin students who tried to frame Harry.
Dress up as a Dementor to scare people
Everyone was almost amused by the actions of those Slytherin students.
The entire common room suddenly burst into joyful laughter.
Wood walked through the crowd and quickly towards Albert who was sitting by the fireplace. He looked up and around, as if looking for something. "Do you know where Fred and George are?"
Before Albert could answer, Wood continued to babble, "Those two guys said they could help get the snacks and drinks needed for the party, but I don't know where they went with the coins I collected."
"Don't worry, Wood. I don't think Fred and George will run away with the money." Albert comforted him softly, "You should have confidence in them."
"I'm just worried that they won't be able to get snacks and drinks." Wood was a little depressed. After all, he had already received the money for hosting the party. If he couldn't get snacks and drinks, it would be difficult for him to explain to everyone.
"Don't worry, Fred and George will definitely find a way to get the snacks and drinks we need." Lee Jordan put his arm around Wood's shoulders and said, "We should go to the kitchen and see if we can get some food from the kitchen. Those snacks alone are not enough for everyone. By the way, where is Albert? I saw him here just now."
"I don't know!" Wood thought Lee Jordan's idea was good, at least much more reliable than Fred and George's proposal.
"We'd better take Albert with us. That guy is very familiar with the house-elf in the kitchen." Lee Jordan looked around, trying to find Albert in the crowd. Before he found Albert, he was pulled away by Wood.
When the two came out of the kitchen, they had a lot of food in their hands, but Lee Jordan didn't seem satisfied with it. He muttered, "I said we should have called Albert."
"Don't we already have a bunch of food?" Wood was puzzled why Lee Jordan wanted to ask Albert to come along.
Is it because three people can take away more food
Lee Jordan didn't explain much, but Albert was treated very differently when he went to the kitchen.
The house-elves would even be happy to cook Albert some delicious snacks on the spot, rather than a pile of cold pies and biscuits.
Fred and George finally reappeared in the common room after being missing for several hours. What made Wood most angry was that the two did not bring anything back. "Where are the snacks and drinks? Don't tell me you didn't get anything."
"Don't get excited, Wood. We've bought all the snacks and drinks for the party. They're all in here!"
As he spoke, Fred took out a bag and kept taking things out, including several barrels of butterbeer, bottles of fizzing pumpkin juice and several large bags of Honeydukes candy.
"Where did you get these things?" Angelina took a bottle of fizzing pumpkin juice from Fred and couldn't help asking.
"We got a little help!" George said mysteriously.
There were tons of cookies, cakes and pies on the neatly arranged tables in the common room. In the corner, popular wizarding music was playing, and Fred and George began throwing Toad Mints to the crowd.
Albert waved his wand lightly, and countless wine glasses appeared out of thin air on an empty table, and filled the glasses with butterbeer.
Fred and George took out the fireworks they made and set them off above everyone's heads. A lion made of fireworks roared above everyone's heads and finally turned into a large brilliant firework.
"This is a new product of mine and Fred's. It feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
George quietly stood beside Albert and said proudly, "We have already thought about it. In the future, we will make these fireworks and sell them to colleges that want to hold parties."
"You are really good at business!" Albert looked at the fireworks exploding above his head and couldn't help but sigh at the twins' talent in this area.
The party lasted from the afternoon to the evening. Albert couldn't understand why everyone was so energetic. When he came back from the Room of Requirement, he found that the party had not ended yet.
Fred and George were performing some hilarious tricks for everyone, and there was a crowd of people around them.
However, what surprised Albert was that in this lively party, there was someone sitting alone in the corner.
"Proper relaxation is more conducive to learning. There's no need to be too tense." Albert put a glass of butterbeer on the table in front of Hermione. "Would you like a glass?"
"Thank you." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still did not let Albert down. She put down the heavy book in her hand, picked up the cup of butterbeer and took a sip.
"Life and Social Habits of British Muggle Families?" Albert glanced at the book Hermione was reading, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't think you really need this."
"It would be fascinating to study them from a wizarding perspective," said Hermione sincerely.
"No, I don't think it's fascinating. Most wizards don't understand Muggles, nor do they want to understand them." Albert said to Hermione: "I know the person who wrote this book. He himself admitted that "The Life and Social Habits of British Muggle Families" is a bit outdated."
"Outdated, how could that be?" Hermione was very surprised.
"The Muggle world is developing faster than you think. This is the advantage of technology." Albert did not dwell on this question any more and continued, "In fact, if you want, you can also write a book yourself to introduce the Muggle world and their lives to wizards, so that wizards can better disguise themselves and integrate into the Muggle world."
"Write your own book?" Hermione was shocked by Albert's suggestion.
"No one has more say in the Muggle world than the wizards living in the Muggle world." Albert took a few egg custard biscuits from the other side and stuffed one into Hermione's hand. "Eat something, it will help adjust your mood. If I were you, I would not read in such a noisy place, and..."
Albert deliberately lowered his voice and said, "If you want to reconcile with the two of them, just calm down and apologize to Ron. I think he won't be angry with you anymore. It's like a cat with its fur standing up. You just need to stroke its fur. It's not difficult. You just need to have the courage to speak first."
"You also think I'm wrong." Hermione looked up and stared at Albert.
"No, I just want to say that only children would throw tantrums like this."
After saying that, Albert turned around and went back to the dormitory to rest. As for when they wanted to hold the party, Albert didn't want to care.
Hermione looked at Albert's departing back, took a bite of the egg custard biscuit in her hand, and returned her gaze to the heavy book, but her head was thinking about what Albert had just said.
As she was packing up to go back to the dorm, Harry came over and asked, "Didn't you go to the game?"
"Of course I have been there." Hermione closed the book and said to Harry, "You did a good job. I always believed that you could catch the Golden Snitch and win the game for us."
"Thank you," Harry paused, pointed to the table where the food was placed and asked: "Aren't you going to have something to eat?"
"No, I've already eaten, and now I have to finish the book before Monday. There are still 422 pages to read." Hermione's voice was a little tired, "Besides, some people don't welcome me to join."
"If Scabbers hadn't been eaten, it could have eaten a few of these Fudge flies, which it has always loved to eat..." Ron obviously heard what Hermione said and spoke loudly on purpose.
"Goodnight Harry."
Hermione's voice was a little choked up as she tucked the large book under her arm and walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, disappearing in the blink of an eye.