Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 228: Closed

Winter nights come very early, and at five o'clock in the evening, the sky quickly darkens.

However, today's Hogwarts is a bit special. The Quidditch pitch is still brightly lit. To keep the game going, Hogwarts professors light torches around the pitch.

In the stands, Albert tightened his thick cloak to withstand the rapidly falling low temperature at night. Compared with Albert's situation, the situation of the other audience members around was even worse, and they were already hungry without eating lunch.

However, the audience continued to sit in the stands to watch the Quidditch match, enduring hunger and cold with enthusiasm that Albert could not understand.

However, the audience was not the worst at the scene. The players who were still flying in the sky were already messed up in the cold wind.

The wind in the sky is very cold, and it is even colder after nightfall, especially for the rookie players who are nervous in the morning and have not eaten much.

The narrator Lee Jordan, who was in high spirits, has lost his initial enthusiasm at this moment. His voice has become hoarse due to the continuous commentary. With the help of Professor McGonagall, he has to use loud voice magic to continue to persevere. , This is undoubtedly a severe test for Lee Jordan, who was the first commentator.

"Look, they've all spotted the Snitch and caught up!" Lee Jordan shouted from the stands, "Right now, Gryffindor is 210-270 with Ravenclaw, and the Wenclaw is ahead temporarily, but the gap between the two sides is not completely widened, no matter who catches the Snitch, it can bring victory for his team."

A snitch battle is raging high above the field, and Seekers on both sides can't wait to end the long game.

No way, it went on for hours and all the players were exhausted.

"Both sides are accelerating their dives. Oh, about to hit the ground, oh my god, they hit the ground, hope they're all right." Lee Jordan shouted in horror. "Wait, oops, the Ravenclaw Seeker has caught the Snitch."

No one cares what Lee Jordan just said, because there's been a round of cheers on the court, and people are cheering for the victory.

Albert swarmed the pitch with the rest of the Gryffindor crowd, with the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw players already surrounding Charlie.

The two Seekers were in a bit of a bad state, both fell and were eventually taken to the campus hospital on a stretcher by the hurried Professor McGonagall.

"Don't worry, Charlie will be fine." Albert softly comforted the twin brothers, both of whom were not in a good condition. They were shivering from the cold wind above, and they seemed to be showing signs of losing their strength.

"Eat some candy first." Albert pulled out the candy and handed it to the twins, pulling out his wand to remove the dampness and chill from them.

"Thank you, thanks to you!" Fred said a little wearily, he did not refuse Albert's support, in fact, he was almost exhausted.

"I didn't expect this game to last this long."

The four hurried back to the castle, sat at the crowded table, and ate a bowl of steaming corn chowder before they could talk about other things.

"I remember you said that the game would last a long time." Lee Jordan suddenly looked up at Albert while eating a piece of fried potato.

"I didn't say that, so don't blame me." Albert gave Lee Jordan a sullen look, "I just told them to eat more so they wouldn't have the energy to compete. ."

"Same meaning," said Lee Jordan.

"The result is still lost." George's tone was a little heavy. They trained so hard and still lost the game.

"Charlie has done his best," Albert said.

"I know, he's just unlucky." Fred was a little depressed. Ravenclaw won the game, but it was just luck. At that time, the opponent's Seeker and Charlie swooped together, neither of them intending to slow down. When the fruit hit the ground, the opponent actually caught the Snitch.

Speaking of luck, several people looked at Albert, this guy's luck is good enough, if...

They didn't think about it any further, there was no if.

After eating something, Albert went to the school hospital with the Gryffindor players to see the injured Charlie. The captain has been treated by Madam Pomfrey. The condition is not very good and needs to be in school Hospital overnight observation.

Charlie is not alone, however, as there is someone with him, the only regret is that it is not a girl, but a lucky Ravenclaw Seeker who shares the same ailment with Charlie.

As soon as they left the school hospital, the four encountered Professor Smith in the corridor.

"Albert, I happened to be looking for you." Professor Smith greeted Albert kindly to his Defence Against the Dark Arts office.

"That's what I said last time." He handed Albert a piece of parchment with what Albert saw today in the Room of Requirement.

Sure enough, Professor Smith went in there too.

"This is the history of the creation of Hogwarts," said Albert, after taking a moment to read the contents of the parchment.

"I know." Professor Smith nodded. "Do you think there is anything special about him?"

"Special?" Albert thought for a moment. "It's nothing special, it's just a piece of history, similar to what I've seen in the library."

Professor Smith seems a little disappointed, even though Albert got the same results as him.

"If I'm going to say something weird..." Albert hesitated for a while ~IndoMTL.com~ and asked, "Was the situation really bad for the ancient wizards?"

It's not bad, Albert knows it, he's just diverting Professor Smith's attention.

"Not very good," explained Professor Smith. "In those days, the knowledge of magic was not summarized and summarized like we do. Wizards crossed the river by feeling the stones. Knowledge is very precious, a parchment book. It may be worth a baron's income for a year or more. At that time, many wizards did not have many types of magic, especially those from Muggles, who were in a very bad situation. They had nothing but magic power. Not even regular magic."

Without a wand, let alone how to use magic There are only a few people who explore and use magic rudely.

"The four founders of Hogwarts are undoubtedly very great, and there are only a few wizards as powerful as them, and even fewer are willing to share their knowledge with others as selflessly as they do. Less." Professor Smith said with emotion.

"I thought it was a prosperous age of magic," Albert muttered. "The ancient and powerful magic of Hogwarts..."

"You're right, in that era, there were indeed a lot of magical and powerful magics. Although traces of those ancient magics can still be found today, no one will use them so far... Maybe Deng Bridor knows some ancient magic, but such cases are only a few." Professor Smith frowned slightly, he was actually aware of some problems, but he couldn't figure out where it was for a moment.