After the Easter holiday, a gloomy atmosphere quietly enveloped the castle. Most students spent the Easter holiday rushing to finish their holiday homework and had no time to review for the final exams. Just after the Easter holiday, they suddenly found that there was only one month left before the final exams, which made them even more depressed.
Not only the final exams, but also the Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Slytherin is approaching with the end of the Easter holidays. This final to decide the Quidditch champion will start on the first weekend after the holidays.
On the eve of the match, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room was depressing, and the noisy environment was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
The players were sitting in armchairs in the corner of the lounge, drinking butterbeer and eating desserts on the table, discussing the tactics that might be used tomorrow and how to attack the weaknesses of the Slytherin team.
It is not enough to just beat the Slytherin team, they must be more than 50 points ahead of the Slytherin team and catch the Golden Snitch to win the final Quidditch trophy, so the three seekers Angelina, Arya and Katie became the focus of this discussion.
Fred and George thought that Wood had overlooked one thing. They believed that the Slytherin team would definitely use all kinds of despicable means to prevent them from winning, so they should use the Transylvanian feint to fight back strongly and there was no need to be polite to them at all.
When Albert took Tom downstairs for some fresh air, he could naturally feel everyone's anxiety, but some things were difficult to understand, and in the end he could only attribute it to the so-called atmosphere. Even Hermione was infected by this atmosphere and put down the book in her hand.
"I can't concentrate on my studies." Hermione closed the book and said to Albert who was playing with the cat next to her.
"It's too noisy here. If you want to read, should you go back to the dormitory?" Albert said, gently stroking Tom's little head.
"No, that's not the reason." Hermione shook her head. "I feel very irritable and a little nervous."
"It's not you who's playing, why are you so nervous?"
"I hope Harry can beat Malfoy and win the championship for Gryffindor." Hermione suddenly wished Crookshanks was by her side. She reached out to Tom, tickled Tom's ears, and said to Albert, "If we lose to the Slytherin team, to someone like Malfoy, I will definitely not be able to bear it."
"You should believe in Harry and everyone else. They have been training hard and trying desperately to win the game." Albert comforted him softly, "Besides, Potter has a Firebolt and can completely crush Malfoy on his broomstick."
"You are quite calm." Hermione felt that Albert didn't care much about the outcome of tomorrow's Quidditch match.
"Because I believe Harry will bring victory to Gryffindor House." Albert said calmly.
"Oh, I almost forgot you could predict the outcome of the match." Hermione muttered softly, "It looks like Gryffindor will win in the end."
For some reason, Hermione's mood suddenly improved.
"By the way, can your Crookshanks catch mice?" Albert felt that Hermione seemed to have made up something in her mind, so he changed the subject.
Hermione looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he brought this up, and waited quietly for him to continue.
"Hagrid's cabin seems to have a lot of mice. Last time he asked me to borrow Tom, saying that he wanted Tom to help catch mice." Albert continued, "But my Tom can't catch mice."
"Can't your Tom catch mice?" Hermione found it hard to imagine a cat that didn't know how to catch mice.
"Tom only knows how to act cute and coquettish with me all day long." Albert reached out and gently tapped Tom's head. Ignoring his protest, he reached out and touched Tom's fat belly. "But, for me, this is enough. I don't need Tom to catch mice. I will keep him anyway. The meaning of keeping a pet is more about companionship."
Hermione felt that Albert had spoiled Tom, but one thing was undeniable: Tom was cuter than her Crookshanks, and was better at being cute and coquettish, which was very attractive to girls. Of course, Hermione actually agreed with Albert's statement: the meaning of keeping a pet is more about companionship.
"When is Hagrid going to need a cat?" Hermione asked. "How about I send Crookshanks over sometime to help catch mice?"
"I'll ask Hagrid about it next time I see him. After all, the cat might make a mess of Hagrid's hut when it catches the mouse."
"Don't worry, Crookshanks is very smart." Hermione got Crookshanks from somewhere and stroked his fur while saying, "I'll send you to Hagrid in a few days. You must catch mice carefully then."
"I'm sure Hagrid will be pleased."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Albert's mouth, and he was ready to arrange for the mouse Peter.
After Albert had solved Buckbeak's plot, he had already begun to prepare to arrange the rest of the things clearly, so as to prevent the plot of the dog catching the rat from getting out of control. After all, it was related to Albert's mission reward, a large sum of Galleons, and, by the way, Blake's innocence. He would never allow the situation to get out of his control.
"It's finally over. I really don't understand why Wood had to talk about these things before the game." Fred took a sip of butterbeer and couldn't help complaining.
Wood was simply adding pressure to them.
"Where did you get the butterbeer?" Ron couldn't help but ask.
"I bought it during the last wizard card competition. I still have one bucket left. I originally planned to keep it for celebration after the exams." George explained.
Albert's method is very effective. Drinking some butter beer and some snacks, and chatting about some light and pleasant topics, I feel much more relaxed and no longer have such great psychological pressure.
As for the game, they actually didn't agree with Wood's tactics. Using the Transylvanian fake was undoubtedly the best way, and even Albert agreed with his tactics. In the twins' view, the Slytherin team would definitely do whatever it took, and they didn't need the Transylvanian fake to result in them being penalized, because the opponent might do more than them.
"By the way, have you placed your bets?" Fred said suddenly, "We all bet on Gryffindor to win."
"Aren't you afraid that you won't get your money back if you win?" Albert shrugged. "Slytherin's credit isn't very good anyway. Who knows if they won't pay you back if you lose."
"That bastard Kenneth said you bet ten Galleons." George narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he realized that he had been fooled.
"That guy is using your name to bluff people everywhere. Luckily we just bet a few Sickles. Even if we can't get them back, it will be a big loss." Fred and George found out that they were fooled by that bastard, and their faces looked unhappy.
“Will you not get your winnings back?” Ron next to him looked even paler than usual. He also placed a bet and put all the Sickle in his pocket on it.