Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 318: Hardcore spoilers

At night, Albert had just returned from the kitchen, still holding a steaming supper, and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password."

"Pumpkin Pie."

Albert walked into the Gryffindor common room as soon as the entrance opened.

The surrounding noise immediately poured into his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match. The topics that were originally related to Professor Smith were all forgotten by everyone, and few people really cared about Luo. The life and death of Wenner Smith.

He looked around, raised his foot to Lee Jordan, who was buried in the stack of books doing his homework, put the oiled paper bag with the warm pumpkin pie in front of him, glanced across the common room, and landed in the corner of those people.

Charlie is squatting in front of a model of a Quidditch pitch, using his wand to direct the movement of the villains on the pitch, chattering constantly, explaining to his teammates the tactics that may be used tomorrow.

"Did the date go well?" Lee Jordan opened the oil-paper bag and couldn't help teasing, "I thought you would come back in the middle of the night."

The girls next to them all pricked up their ears and silently eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. Everyone was very curious as to who Albert was on good terms with.

"I remember you don't seem to like this..."

Albert slapped Lee Jordan's hand off with a smile, took the oiled paper bag away from him, and turned his head to talk to Shanna, who was also doing her homework.

"Do you want a late night snack?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag that Albert handed over, took out a steaming pumpkin pie, and looked at Albert in surprise, "You Where did you get it, it's still hot."

"Pumpkin pie that's just made by the house-elf is even more delicious." Albert pulled out his wand and waved it. After the milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and brewed, it flew to his and Shanna's before.

"Family magic? It looks very convenient." Shanna smiled and took a sip of milk tea and happily took a bite of the pumpkin pie. "I didn't expect you to go to learn family magic on purpose."

"Cough cough, Albert, I was hit with a nonsense spell just now, don't mind." Lee Jordan stared straight at the oiled paper bag, and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

"The milk tea brewed with magic is not as delicious as the one brewed by yourself, but it is convenient." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and ignored Lee Jordan next to him.

This **** plans to spread rumors about him, and wants to eat the supper he brought back.

"I've never heard of a gibberish spell!" Fred said with a grin, putting his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder.

"Also, I feel like you don't have a share here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, and there were only two pumpkin pies left in it, and he shared it with Fred with a smile.

Sanna looked down at her pumpkin pie after hearing the words, and instantly understood what was going on, and hurriedly cast an apologetic look at Lee Jordan.

"Is Charlie finished?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"It's over." Fred sighed softly, "It doesn't feel useful. Fortunately, the Hufflepuffs are not strong and should be able to win tomorrow."

“It’s hard to live without losing face.”

Albert knows that tomorrow is their last Quidditch match of the season, with Gryffindor battling Hufflepuff for the title of worst team of the term.

"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can't let it go. Wood will definitely let you join the team." George took a bite of the pumpkin pie and suddenly said to Albert.

A good Seeker usually brings victory to the team.

Albert has already proven his talent in flying, and when Charlie leaves, he will need to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood will find a better Seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.

He likes flying, yes, but he doesn't like Quidditch training very much, and his time is very limited, especially in third grade, twelve courses are no joke, where is there time to play Quidditch? Ditch?

"I didn't find anything more suitable," Wood said sullenly.

"I mean freshmen."

"Did you forget? Freshmen are not allowed to compete," Fred reminded.

"There are always exceptions, didn't we also compete in first grade?" Albert pointed out.

"I always think you're a mysterious guy." Lee Jordan is very depressed because he didn't have supper. "If you have something to say, just say it, don't let everyone guess."

"Next school year, Hogwarts will have a very famous freshman," said Albert mysteriously.

"Who?" Shanna asked.

"You don't know." Albert looked at the crowd in disbelief.

"Harry Potter?" George said suddenly.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded: "Today, I saw the savior's name in a book, and after counting the time, Harry Potter should have arrived soon. School age."

"You think Potter will be good at Quidditch?" Fred's eyes widened, looking up and down Albert, as if wondering if the guy was fooling them again.

"If you're paying attention, you'll find that there are quite a few Quidditch trophies from James Potter's school days in the prize room." Albert reminded ~IndoMTL.com~ not paying attention. "

"Me too."

Albert suggested that if they didn't believe it, they could go to the prize showroom now.

"What does this have to do with that Savior Quidditch?" Shanna was even more puzzled. "And, do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Wizards pay attention to heredity." Albert's expression was strange, "James Potter is in Gryffindor, Harry Potter should be in Gryffindor, and maybe he is good at flying."

"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, do you!" Lee Jordan unceremoniously exposed Albert's thoughts.

Wood stared at Albert for a moment.

"Next semester, I'm going to take twelve courses, where will I still have time to play Quidditch?" said Albert sullenly, not embarrassed by his own ideas being exposed, because it was also true.

"Twelve classes?" Wood's voice sharpened.

"I think you're talking nonsense, but it sounds like it makes sense." Fred patted Wood's shoulder comfortingly after eating the pumpkin pie, "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying. ."

"Go to bed, play well tomorrow, don't lose the game again."

Charlie came over and told everyone to go back to rest. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that he must win the next game no matter what, and he must not lose too ugly.

"I think it doesn't matter if I lose, I won't get the championship trophy anyway." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.

Actually, the players of the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have been training hard, but their results are still not very good. Those who joined the team ruined the originally good team.