After returning to the locker room, Albert immediately picked up his wand and used a drying spell on himself to dry the rain off his body.
"Put the protective gear and Quidditch clothes you took off in the basket." Charlie pointed to the big basket in the corner and reminded, "By the way, let's go to the school hospital to find Madam Pomfrey and get some cold prevention potion to drink, so as not to catch a cold in the rain."
"Actually, you want to go and see those unlucky people in Slytherin and disgust them at the same time!" Irene immediately guessed Charlie's sinister intentions.
"Jack also needs to be checked by Madam Pomfrey. He just fell pretty hard." Danny reminded with a light cough.
"It's all your fault." Jack complained loudly.
"How did you manage to keep your clothes... dry?" Wood was surprised when he noticed Albert was about to put on his winter cloak.
"Of course, use the drying spell," Albert noticed the puzzled looks of the others and asked, "You... don't know?"
Several people looked at each other, and no one knew the drying spell.
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"There is a record of drying spells in Practical Household Magic." Albert looked at the suddenly quiet locker room and said the book that Professor Flitwick had recommended him to read. Of course, he himself had not actually read the book.
"You actually read this kind of book?" Irene looked at Albert in surprise.
"Isn't magic meant to save trouble?" Albert rubbed his nose and said, "I feel like I'm going to catch a cold."
"A-choo!" Mario sneezed and complained, "Let's go back to the castle. I want to take a hot bath first."
"Thank you for your help." Irene said with a smile.
After Albert used a drying spell to dry the clothes of others, they returned to the castle together.
Everyone came to the corridor of the school hospital on the second floor of the castle and found that a large group of people had gathered there. They were all spectators who had come to watch the Quidditch match in the rain. Most of them were soaked by the rain and now came to Madam Pomfrey to get some potion to prevent colds.
The arrival of the Gryffindor team attracted a large group of people's attention, and the crowded crowd made way for them.
Charlie greeted his acquaintances with a smile and led the team into the school hospital.
Madam Pomfrey was dispensing potions, and Charlie greeted her, pretending to put Jack on the bed, and gave a malicious smile to the Slytherin suitor, Monta, in the next bed. Albert read their lip language: We won!
"Madam Pomfrey, we also need some potions to prevent everyone from catching a cold after being wet in the rain." Irene said to the head nurse who came over.
"It's on the table, one small cup per person, get it yourselves." Madam Pomfrey came over to check Jack's injuries, still complaining that their game was too chaotic and that he deserved to be injured.
It took her less than a minute to heal Jack's injuries.
While they were drinking the cold prevention potion, the Slytherin team members also arrived, and the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.
"Okay, don't crowd here." Madam Pomfrey drove Charlie and his group out of the ward. Albert saw the substitute goalkeeper Vicky, whose teeth were knocked out by him, and the two unlucky guys who tried to intercept him but failed to stop their brooms and crashed into the audience seats. They were being supported by other team members and seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
"By the way, the guy who threw the bat at you was put in detention by Professor McGonagall." Before leaving the ward, Mark suddenly turned his head and rubbed his lips at someone's back, "The bat he threw at you hit someone, and he and another unlucky guy who tried to stop you didn't have time to stop and rushed into the Slytherin audience, injuring several people..."
Mark's voice was loud enough for everyone in the school hospital to hear. The student who was receiving the potion nearby couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard it.
The Slytherin team collectively turned around and glared at each other. If they hadn't been in the hospital wing, there might have been a scuffle.
"What's wrong with those teeth in your mouth? Why did you lose a few of them? Is it serious?" Danny's eyes fell on the substitute goalkeeper Vicky and asked while trying to hold back a smile.
"Ahem, let's go." Charlie quickly pushed everyone and led everyone out of the school hospital.
"I really hope Madam Pomfrey doesn't fill his teeth, so that he can't speak properly." Fred couldn't help laughing. "By the way, who did this? It's really cool."
"It seems to have been knocked off by Albert." Jack said. He wanted to stop Albert at that time, but... Jack laughed to himself before he finished speaking.
"Don't look at me, it was his elbow that got knocked off when he bumped into me," Albert said innocently. "I was concentrating on the Golden Snitch at the time, so I didn't have time to hit him. I don't know why that guy insisted on bumping into my elbow. It still hurts a little bit now."
"Maybe he has a strange disease that makes him feel uncomfortable unless he is slapped in the face. I hope Madam Pomfrey can cure him." George looked compassionate, which made everyone laugh.
"Let's go back and celebrate this victory."
"Let's go to the kitchen and get something to eat." George and Fred prepared to try their luck in the kitchen.
"No need, Professor McGonagall has already prepared for you!" Li Jordan appeared from the corner without warning, patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "I saw it all, you knocked out the Slytherin goalkeeper's teeth."
"He knocked it off himself," Albert corrected.
"You all didn't notice how ugly Professor Snape's face was when you caught the Golden Snitch, as if someone had smeared something on his face..." Lee Jordan's voice stopped abruptly, because he saw Albert raised his finger, signaling him not to speak. He quickly looked around and found that Snape was not around. He couldn't help but hit Albert's shoulder lightly with his fist.
Others couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Of course, the only unhappy person in the corridor was probably Filch, who stood at the entrance of the school hospital with a mop and a bucket, looking at this side with malicious eyes. Filch maintained order and waited for the students to disperse so that he could clean up the muddy footprints in the corridor.
As soon as everyone returned to the common room, loud cheers broke out. When people saw Albert, they shouted his name, and some hands even couldn't wait to pull him in.
There were some cakes, pies, candies and a large pot of pumpkin juice on the table in the common room. Many people gathered around Albert and asked him to tell them about the thrilling scene before he caught the Golden Snitch. Some people also talked about the incident when he knocked out the Slytherin goalkeeper's teeth.
However, Albert insisted that it was the Slytherin substitute goalkeeper who knocked out his teeth when he hit his elbow.
He is a good man, how could he do such a thing
After finally getting rid of everyone's entanglement, Albert took a small plate of cake and sat in the armchair in the corner.
"Not bad, I didn't expect you to be good at Quidditch." Field, who was standing next to him, supported his chin with one hand and teased, "If you were older, I would be tempted to pursue you."
Albert was immediately a little confused. Are all foreign girls so tough
Of course, he also knew that Field was just teasing him, so he whispered back: "Actually, I don't really like girls older than me!"
"Old?" Field couldn't help but roll his eyes at Albert, and changed the subject: "How is your summoning skill going?"
"Not bad. I'm trying to summon other things now." Albert thought about his progress in learning summoning and nodded with satisfaction. "After a while, I will be able to successfully summon an umbrella."
"What are you summoning the umbrella for?" Field asked puzzledly.
"Of course, it's so that I don't have to bring an umbrella when it rains in the future." Albert said seriously, "Britain is a rainy country. Sometimes I go out without an umbrella and come back soaked in the rain."
Field: “…” It sounds like it makes sense.