Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 224: How would you know?

Albert woke up early on Saturday morning, and it was still dark before his eyes, and the violent storm outside was hitting the glass of the window.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert huddled in the warm quilt, ready to go back to sleep. It's Saturday anyway, even if he really slept until noon People manage.

Of course, Albert was not able to get his wish after all. At about 8:30, he was woken up by the sound of Fred and George getting up.

Speaking of which, the heavy rain outside still shows no sign of abating.

Albert looked up out the window. In this bad weather, the Quidditch match was still going on.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch matches don't get cancelled just because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, it's not me who's going to play today." Albert secretly rejoiced that he actually hated the rain. He didn't really care about watching games in the rain. He could only say that he loved Quidditch. Not quite there yet.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were pitch black, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, none of this can hide the enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were happily chatting about Quidditch, looking forward to today's Quidditch match, not at all unexpectedly raining.

At the table in Gryffindor, Albert was sandwiching a grilled sausage into a slice of bread, took a big bite, and served it with the steaming corn chowder. Just warm up.

Compared to Albert, the people around don't seem to have much appetite.

"Aren't you so nervous that you can't eat anything?" Albert couldn't understand Fred's nervousness, but he still felt that there was no need to place too much importance on the outcome of this Quidditch match. Naturally, you won't be so nervous.

"It's not you who went up to the competition." Angelina glared at Albert angrily, and couldn't help complaining, "Don't speak rude words over there."

"You better have something to eat." Albert wiped the corn chowder off the plate and blinked. "Playing in rainy weather is very exhausting for the players."

"I don't want to eat anything," muttered Fred and George

"I don't have an appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had already played a game once, but the last time was not very good, after a year of hard work, Angelina finally became the player On the stage of the Quidditch pitch as her identity, she is sure that she will perform better than last year, but she is still unable to avoid nervousness.

"Albert is right, you'd better eat something to maintain your strength." Lee Jordan smeared a thick tomato sauce on the grilled sausage, took a big bite, and said happily, "Otherwise, Didn't have the strength to knock the Bludger into the air."

"Thank you so much for your concern." Fred said angrily.

"You're welcome."

"I heard you were trying to be a narrator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan stared at Albert in disbelief. "How did you know I was a Quidditch commentator?"

This is one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He originally planned to surprise everyone, but he didn't expect it to be revealed by Albert, which made him quite resentful.

"When?" George asked curiously.

"Not long ago, I passed Professor McGonagall's test." Lee Jordan said, "Last year's commentator Bagno seemed to be a Ravenclaw player, so I didn't encounter too many obstacles. Successfully become a Quidditch commentator. By the way, when did you find out?"

"What do you say?" Albert smiled and said nothing. In fact, he just said casually, and he doesn't know the actual situation.

Lee Jordan has been a commentator for as long as Albert can remember. In other words, the friend of the Weasley twins was the narrator's setting, so he just asked casually, but he didn't expect that he really let himself say it indiscriminately.

The Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch before 10:30 to prepare, and the rest of the audience entered before 11:00.

"Together?" Arya invites Albert.

"You go first, I want to go back to the dormitory." Albert made an excuse and left the hall in a hurry. He did not forget his agreement with Sister McDougall. This matter has been delayed for a long time. , it's not a good idea to let each other's pigeons.

Having said that, Quidditch matches are still as popular as ever, and even the wind and rain can't stop the school's teachers and students from pouring out.

Albert stood by the window and watched the students run across the lawn with umbrellas to the Quidditch pitch.

"I feel like I must be insane to give up watching today's Quidditch match for that **** bet?" Katrina McDoug walked towards Albert, not forgetting to complain about it.

"You should thank me~IndoMTL.com~ If it weren't for me, you would still be outside in the rain." Albert retracted his gaze, turned to look at the girl beside him and asked, "Where's Isobel?"

"She's back in the common room, and she probably came out when we went over." Katrina said as she walked, "It's incredible that I would agree to make such a bet with you. "

"Of course you will agree. After all, the stake is 10 Galleons, and you can buy a lot of things with this money." Albert reminded kindly.

They made their way up the tower in dizzying little circles. Albert had never been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.

If this is a door, there is no handle, no keyhole, just an old wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Albert curiously reached out and touched the board, turned his head and asked, "There is wood for nearly a thousand years?"

"Why is your focus different from others?" Katrina said sullenly. She reached out and knocked on the door. In the silence, the eagle mouth suddenly opened and said in a gentle, musical voice:

What question you can never answer "yes" to.

"This is the first question." Albert said to the girl sideways.

Katrina replied "Are you asleep?"

"Makes sense," said the voice, and the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened.

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' is the answer," Albert muttered.

On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising her hand to open the door, but she didn't expect the door to open by itself.

Then, she heard Albert's words and replied, "The answer to the eagle ring riddle is not unique."