Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 25: Future Players

"It sounds like Filch is like a big devil." Albert was amused by the twins' evaluation of Filch, a bit like the immediate sense of the former students who regarded the stern housemaid as an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said with a serious face, "Even people like Percy say that. I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it."

"What is a person like Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really good to talk about his family like this?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time , turned to the three of them and said, "Okay, it's almost time. Go to the hall for breakfast first, and then walk around the castle."

This time, they took the same path Albert took in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passage. When passing the moving stairs, there was no waiting, and the foyer was reached smoothly.

When I walked into the auditorium for breakfast, the four long tables were mostly empty, the enchanted ceiling was gray and it could rain at any time.

"We're probably the first ones to get up." George Weasley was slicing the potatoes on the plate with a knife, looking up at the empty auditorium, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't even remember going there. When is the last time I woke up so early?"

"Three years ago," Fred said suddenly.

"You still remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief, "Could it be a guess?"

"Of course I guessed it." Fred couldn't help laughing, "You actually take it seriously?"

"As expected."

"What are you painting?" Li Kan asked.

"Record where we've just walked. I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert flipped the parchment over and showed them what was on it.

"I'm more curious about what is that in your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen, and he found that Albert had been drawing, but never got any ink, which was abnormal.

"You mean this? A pen, Muggles use it to write, and a quill can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use." Albert handed Fred his pen, which It was Herb's birthday present. Although it is not a good one, it has been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill," said Fred, looking at the nib.

"Of course, the principle of the pen is similar to that of the quill pen. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can last for a long time." Albert handed the parchment in front of the three of them, "Our current location is in the auditorium, go out. If it is the front hall, the marble steps lead to the moving staircase, Filch's office is near here, and there are two doors to the basement, the left door leads to the kitchen (the left side from the stairs) , I haven't been to the right, the kitchen is probably here, the entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruit, and when you touch the big pear, the door handle will appear."

"Your records are really detailed." Li took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that if he went there, he should be able to find it. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "We Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so as not to find the way next time." Albert put away the parchment handed over by George and said, "Then, stop by and see if you can find the secret passage. These secret passages are usually hidden behind tapestries, stone carvings, stone walls, or even portraits."

"According to you, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After Fred wiped out the baked potatoes on the plate, he was already eager to try.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords, or touch some special locations." Albert shook his head and said, "I was able to find the kitchen, or I found it by chance because I touched the portrait again. entrance."

"Why, do you think that the painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded beside him, Albert turned his head to look over, it was Angelina, a freshman in the same college, and they had a few conversations last night.

"Of course it's because it's too suspicious. The size of the fruit portrait is almost the same as Mrs. Fatty's. It's like telling everyone that there is a secret passage here." Albert took a natural tone. Say.

"Oh!" After the four of them listened, they couldn't understand Albert's thinking logic.

However, it turns out that Albert's guess was right.

In other words, this guy's brain is really good.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Where's your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my last name." Angelina's face showed a surprised expression. In fact, even her roommate couldn't remember her name.

After all, everyone has only known each other for a while, and they haven't even said a few words. It's normal that they can't remember.

"My memory has always been good." Albert introduced with a smile: "This is Li, and the twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I can't tell who is who. ."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No no no, I'm George, he's Fred." The other twin retorted.

"Many twins like to play this kind of trick. They like to wear the same clothes and dress up, making it difficult to figure out who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying towards him.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert ~IndoMTL.com~ Lee Jordan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert picked up a piece of bread and shredded it and fed it to Shera, who fell on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, aren't you eating?" Angelina asked suspiciously, making herself a sandwich.

"I just ate it in the kitchen, just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "I have something to send home on weekends, so remember to come in the morning. down the hall."

Shera let out a cry, indicating that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet on Albert's desk. However, it's head is average, and it almost hit George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred's hands were fast, he would have been soaked in the porridge, and then dipped in jam, it is estimated that he would be able to eat.

"Can you lend me a look?" Angelina asked, picking up the newspaper. "I want to see the Quidditch column."

Albert said: "Oh, of course."

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I like it, but unfortunately, I can't participate in the Quidditch trials in the first year." Angelina regretted this very much.

"Okay, if there is a shortage of Quidditch people, you can get Professor McGonagall to agree." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly, "It is said that the first grade cannot Participate in the selection, but there are always exceptions, the rules themselves are meant to be broken.”

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could change Professor McGonagall's mind, "I've already found out that next term, Gryffindor will graduate with a Chaser, and I'm going to sign up at that time. Try it, how about you?"

The twins said in unison: "The batter suits us better."