Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 157: This wave is stable

As eleven o'clock approached, Hogwarts teachers and students headed to the Quidditch pitch to watch the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw game.

Albert and Lee Jordan followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch. Although they were carrying binoculars, the two chose to go to the top grandstand, where they could get a better view of the game.

However, there are many people who have this idea. Albert met a few acquaintances in the stands, greeted everyone with a smile, and joined in on the possibility of the Gryffindor team winning the Quidditch Cup discussion.

In fact, most Gryffindor students still have a sense of house honor, and they also want to see their house break Slytherin House's monopoly on the House Cup and Quidditch trophy.

This time is undoubtedly the best chance.

Winning this match would give the Gryffindor team the Quidditch Trophy with a clean sweep. Moreover, the points of Gryffindor House can surpass the points of Slytherin House in one breath and take the first place.

The actual situation is always different from everyone's guess. The strength of the Ravenclaw team is still very strong, and they can temporarily lead the Gryffindor team by a small point advantage after the game starts.

Of course, this situation is only temporary.

Charlie's pursuit of the Quidditch trophy was almost obsessive, and his devilish training on the players was not in vain. The Gryffindor team also began to show their muscles, and soon the two sides were leveled and surpassed.

However, Ravenclaw's performance was more impressive than everyone thought, only to give Gryffindor a ten minute lead before regaining the previous advantage.

The scores of the two teams are chasing each other, and no one wants to give in. The game eventually turned into a tug of war.

Watching the fierce confrontation on the field, the cheers from the audience continued, and even Albert could feel the unique charm of the Quidditch game.

Although Albert's own perception of Quidditch was only average, it did not prevent him from being infected by the tension at the scene.

"The game is very exciting. The current score between the two sides is 100:110, and Ravenclaw is currently leading temporarily." Since the commentator is a Ravenclaw student, when the Ravenclaw team was temporarily leading, the words They all radiated a sense of pride.

"At the moment, whoever catches the Snitch first will win the final victory." Go out and find the Snitch."

A high-intensity, high-intensity game means that the players' physical strength is quickly exhausted. Now is the halftime break. Charlie obviously wants to take the opportunity to adjust the formation and tactics.

"Cough, my throat hurts a little." Lee Jordan turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you bring water here?"

"There is no water, but there is candy, do you want it?" Albert looked at his roommate in a speechless manner, and the other party was able to hoarse his voice.

"No, it's harder to eat candy." Lee Jordan shook his head and refused.

"I think so too," muttered Albert, peeling off the candy wrapper and throwing the chocolate candy into his mouth, "You won't have a sore throat if you stop yelling."

"What do you mean by yelling at your throat, I'm cheering for the team." Lee Jordan looked at Albert in shock, "You're unmoved by such a beautiful game?"

"I'm just not as excited as you." Albert sighed lightly, he also knew that some people like to shout out when watching a football game, to give way to make it feel more atmosphere, but Albert obviously doesn't have that It's a habit of applauding with everyone at most when Gryffindor scores a goal.

Lee Jordan: "..."

Sounds like a bit of a point, a bit of a point!

When watching a game, the most important thing is to shout for the side you support.

"The game was really good."

Albert noticed that Lee Jordan seemed to have something else to say, and changed the subject, "If Fred and George knew they missed a good game, they would probably just jump out of confinement and run Come and watch the game."

"The two of them are probably going to be mad." Li Jordan also felt that his roommate was a bit pitiful. This game was so exciting that it was indeed a competition for the final championship.

Whether it's fighting for the ghost ball, or controlling the Bludger, or even chasing the Snitch, both sides are very good at using some unexpected tactics.

"It won't start here for a while. If you're thirsty, go back to the castle to drink water and come back." Albert was looking around the stadium through his glasses, and the most irritable audience was the Slytherin audience.

Most Slytherin students hope that Gryffindor will lose the game. Only if Gryffindor loses this game can Slytherin be able to beat the Gryffindor team in total points and win the current championship. The champion of the Ditch game.

Slytherin House has occupied the Quidditch trophy for too long, and regards the House Cup and the Quidditch trophy as their own, and is not willing to share it with other Houses.

"You say, those Slytherin students who don't know what to say, are they cursing us and wanting us to lose this game?" Albert looked at the Slytherin players and suddenly felt Somewhat funny.

"Slytherin? Curse? Where? Let me see." Lee Jordan moved the binoculars over and laughed when he saw the Slytherin students whispering, "This year's Quidditch The odd champion belongs to Gryffindor, right?"

"Well, victory belongs to Gryffindor."

"That's good, this wave is stable?"

"What's stable?" Angelina, who was sitting above them, asked curiously.

"Gryffindor will win!" Lee Jordan was confident in Albert, "This guy's mouth is open, what he says, what he hits, if he says Gryffindor will win, 80% is true. will win."

Albert: "..." Classmates, you have to believe in Ke... ahem, you have to believe in magic.

Everyone in the stands stared at Albert, wondering why Lee Jordan thought so, and whether Albert's words really...

"I said...you don't have to look at me like this." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes and laughed at himself: "If talking nonsense is really useful, then why should I work so hard? Say, I graduated from school with twelve O.W.L.s and seven N.E.W.T.s, all with distinction."

Everyone looked at each other, but Albert continued, "And then, um, get two or three girlfriends, publish two or three books, and win two or three championship trophies. After graduation, you can make a lot of money without having to work. money, and finally live a happy life."

Albert's remarks made everyone else burst into laughter, and someone asked, "What are you doing, making a wish?"

"Well, I'm just making a wish. Didn't Lee Jordan say that what I said was accurate?" Albert said solemnly, "Then of course I'm giving myself a wave of milk while I'm at it now, if I'm inadvertently told by me If you don't, I will earn it."

Everyone was speechless, and suddenly felt that Albert's thinking was very strange, and he couldn't say that his thinking was wrong, no, it should be quite correct.

"By the way, do you actually want to get twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates?" Shanna felt that Albert's ambitions were great, "And, are you planning to get all of them excellent?"

Actually, Shanna feels that it is not too difficult to obtain twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates with Albert's talent and talent, but is it a bit too much to want to be excellent in all of them?

"You still plan to publish three books?" Arya looked up and down Albert, "or before graduation? By the way, what books are you planning to publish?"

"Don't you think it's more extreme to get three championship trophies?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.

"I think it's more likely that when he joins the Gryffindor team next year, he might actually help Gryffindor win the Quidditch trophy."

"Cough, those words, I'll just say it casually, do you actually take it seriously?" Albert was immediately speechless. In fact, he couldn't help but complain, lest Lee Jordan always say that his words were accurate.

If it's really that accurate, just give yourself a wave of milk and say that you will win the first-class lottery.

At that time, I became a fortune overnight, and I worked so hard to make money.

"What's the matter? Katrina." Albert smiled and greeted the red-haired girl who was looking at him with contempt.

"I found out that you are really greedy, so don't tell me if your girlfriend wants to have three?" Katrina looked Albert up and down, "You still want to make a lot of money without working?"

Albert didn't pay much attention to Katrina's words, and said in a joking tone: "It's not good for you to come here, are you going to join the enemy?"

"Someone wants to see you." Katrina said suddenly.

"Who?"

"Mr. Smith, he is a friend of Professor Broad and a friend of my father before his death. He probably heard about you and wants to meet you?" Katrina expressed her intention.

"Smith?" Albert frowned slightly.

"He's at the exit on the east side of the court, come with me." Katrina turned and left, as Albert said, it's really not good for her to stay here.

"Oh!" Albert responded. Whenever I hear the surname Smith, something unpleasant comes to mind.

Leaving the stand, Albert walked towards the exit, he noticed two people standing there, one was Albert's old acquaintance Isobel McDougall, and the other should be Mr. Smith.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." Mr. Smith walked forward with a smile on his face and took the initiative to greet Albert, "I'm Rowena, Rowena Smith. You may not have heard my name, But I've often heard about you from Morg and Bard, and have always wanted to meet you, the youngest Runemaster ever."

"Master Rune?"

Albert's expression was a little stiff, but he still managed to squeeze out a polite smile, reminding, "I never thought of myself as a rune master, I just know a little bit about ancient rune."

"Humility is not a bad thing, but being too modest can make you feel like you're hypocritical," Smith reminded with a smile.

These words just touched the heart of the two girls, yes, this is a hypocritical guy.

"It's hypocritical, right?" Albert was also not angry, he turned his head and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone call a twelve-year-old a Rune Master?"

"Haha, Mr. Anderson is really an interesting person, yes, as you said, no one would call a twelve-year-old a Rune Master." Rowena looked at Albert with interest, "I think we'll have a lot of topics in common, let's chat as we walk."

What is this guy trying to do? Albert was a little puzzled, but there was no doubt that Rowena Smith was an expert.

It's normal for an expert's friend to be an expert.

"Don't the so-called experts and masters like to flatter each other when they meet?" Isobel's mouth twitched.

The two of them didn't know what Isobel was thinking. They were chatting while walking, and they found that there were quite a few topics that they could talk about together.

To Smith's surprise, Albert would be sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat?

"Gryffindor isn't just reckless." Albert didn't care at all and reminded, "Isn't Dumbledore also assigned to Gryffindor?"

"That's right." Smith didn't dwell on this issue too much. The topics he chatted with Albert gradually involved other fields.

Albert was surprised by the scope of Smith's work, but he didn't know that Smith was even more surprised that Albert had his own unique insights in various fields.

You know, Albert hasn't finished his first year at Hogwarts yet, and Smith really doesn't know what to use to describe this one, other than a genius.

The situation of this Quidditch match was actually told by Albert, and the tug-of-war between the two sides has continued, and it seems very likely that it will be dragged into the evening.

"Why does Uncle Rowena want to see that guy?" Katrina was puzzled. She thought Smith was here for the documents left by her father, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"I don't know, don't worry about them, let's go back to the stands and continue watching the game." Isobel glanced at the backs of the two of them, and took his sister away.

To be honest, Albert's exchange with Smith was not very friendly to most people.

In the eyes of Sister McDougall, the two guys started chattering as soon as they met, causing headaches for those who didn't understand.

The game lasted until 8pm, and finally a tired-looking Charlie managed to catch the Snitch~IndoMTL.com~ No one thought that Albert's prophecy came true. At that time, he was How to say it:

Maybe, after your confinement is over, the game isn't over yet.

Victory belongs to Gryffindor.

In fact, these two sentences really come true.

Fred and George's confinement only lasted until 7:00 pm. The two didn't even eat dinner, so they hurried over to watch the game, which happened to be the end.

"It was a great game." Smith smiled at Albert, "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I'm leaving first." Smith turned back before turning to leave. "We'll meet again soon, and I'm looking forward to hearing from you."

"Yes."

Albert looked at the back of Smith's departure, and then cast his eyes to the center of the court. The members of the Gryffindor team hugged each other. Charlie took the trophy and held it high, announcing to everyone that Gryffindor won This year's Quidditch Trophy.

Albert saw a relieved Professor McGonagall, a disappointed Ravenclaw student, and a gloomy Slytherin student.

He takes a step and walks toward the field.

Outside the field, Smith was walking on the lawn, and a figure appeared beside him without warning, it was Dumbledore.

"How?" Dumbledore laughed.

"A great Quidditch match." Smith didn't skimp on his compliments, "I agree with that."

"That's great," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Would you like to join us for dinner in the Great Hall?"

"No, I don't think I need to be in a hurry, I should go back." Smith said goodbye to Dumbledore and walked in the direction of Hogsmeade.