Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 70: Tired players

Sunday, morning, the weather is fine.

Albert sat eating in the auditorium, humming an unnamed ditty as he put the cut black pudding into his mouth with a fork.

Shera fluttered her wings and landed between the salad and the sugar bowl, placing a thick letter within Albert's reach.

"It's hard work." Albert moved several plates of food around, reached out and stroked Shera's back, took out the owl nuts from his pocket and placed them in front of Shera, then picked up the envelope and opened it. There was a letter from Luke, a letter from Herb and Daisy, and a letter from Nia, with a photo in the envelope of Nia blowing bubbles with Bubble Super Bubble Gum.

"What are you looking at?" Arya came over, sat down opposite and asked curiously.

"A letter from home." Albert folded the letter and put it in his pocket, Sheila ate the nuts and flew back to the owl shack to rest.

"By the way, Albert, are you going to practice on the court this morning?" Angelina also came over, sat down beside Arya, and continued, "Charlie said there was Quidditch training this morning. Well, he asked me to tell you, it doesn't matter if you can't become a regular player for a while, the team also needs alternate players."

"Oh, it seems that I don't have any reason to refuse." Albert nodded and said, "When I finish eating, I will wake up Fred and the others."

"Don't... we're already up." Fred reached out to cover a long yawn and greeted everyone: "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Albert." Charlie followed behind George and greeted him with a smile.

"You don't know, Charlie is possessed by the devil, how could he start training early in the morning." George secretly grimaced at Albert.

Charlie sat next to him and asked, "Want to go together?"

"Okay."

"Charlie, it's only seven o'clock." A sturdy young man couldn't help complaining, "You're sure we'll start training now."

"The early bird catches the worm."

"Is it bad to eat meat?" Lee Jordan sat down on the other side of Albert, put two pieces of fried meat on his plate, took a bite, and muttered, "What's so good about worms? .”

Albert hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand to avoid squirting the food out of his mouth.

"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" Lee Jordan asked Albert in confusion, blinking in confusion.

"Nothing."

"Ahem, this is Wood, our goalkeeper." Charlie patted a young man beside him and introduced: "Fred and George, my brother. This is Albert, your last time He was a genius without seeing him fly on a broom. You would never believe that Albert was flying on a broom for the first time, light... nimble..."

Albert turned his head away. Although others were bragging about him, for some reason he always felt embarrassed, especially when everyone around him looked at him.

Angelina was smiling, opening her mouth, and said silently: I didn't expect you to be so powerful!

"Cough." Albert coughed lightly, interrupting Charlie's words and asking, "What if we don't have a broom?"

"I have already explained to Professor Hooch that I will borrow a few old brooms from the school for you to use." Charlie reminded, "Of course, don't expect the brooms to be useful."

After breakfast, everyone left the castle in groups, walked across the dewy grass, and walked along the grassy **** to the field.

Along the way, Charlie is introducing old Gryffindor Quidditch players to several newcomers to Albert.

Gryffindor's Quidditch team consists of six men and one woman. Everyone gets along well, and the two batsmen are said to be lovers.

Charlie pointed to the only girl in the regular players and said, "This is Erin the violent hitter."

Eileen, a lovely girl who doesn't seem like the violence of Charlie's words, smiled at everyone and introduced: "Mark and I are hitters on the team, and this year we are at Hogg It's the last year of Watts, and don't listen to Charlie's nonsense, I'm not violent at all."

"Hehe... I haven't forgotten who was holding the bat last time and knocked that so-and-so off the broom, and was directly suspended by Professor Huo Qi, causing us to lose last semester's game."

"No way, it was just an accident, I just tried a little harder, I didn't expect to accidentally hit his leg..."

"You almost broke someone else's bone." Charlie complained weakly, "Otherwise, how could Professor Hooch directly suspend you."

"There is a big difference between a fracture and a near fracture." Erin couldn't help protesting, "Besides, he wanted to knock me off the broom first."

"Humph." Charlie sneered at this, he did not forget the contradiction between the two, and continued: "The one next to Erin is her boyfriend, the sinister Mark."

"Hey, Charlie, when am I being insidious." Mark coughed lightly and reached out to shake Albert's hand, "Don't listen to him. By the way, the somewhat rigid Wood next to him is the team's member. Goalkeeper ~IndoMTL.com~ I'm not being rigid," Wood protested.

"In the second game against Ravenclaw last term, you stood there blankly, and missed several ghost balls, like a piece of wood, and said you didn't stay." Mark said very much. Clever use of Wood to distract everyone.

"Cough, at that time..." Wood coughed lightly, "At that time... I was just watching you bump someone's cheek with your elbow, okay?"

"Is there? Well that was just an accident, even Professor Hooch thought so."

Accident?

Several others scoffed.

"Okay, who made that guy Kula so stinky, with a look of approving us." Mark said with a displeased face. "Also, at that height, he just broke a little bit, I remember last time the Slytherin batter was even more aggressive, and he gave the Hufflepuff Seeker a nosebleed, and that **** was just I was warned once, not too lightly or not."

Albert sounded a little dumb, is this still the Quidditch I know?

This is actually violent Quidditch!

"Charlie, has Quidditch ever died?" Albert asked cautiously.

"Basically none, most serious injuries, and usually get timely treatment." Charlie realized that his words were wrong, and quickly changed the subject: "Then, here are our three Chasers, Mario and Dan. Ni, Jack."

"It's an acrobatic trio," Erin added.

"Don't call us the acrobatic trio," the three complained in unison. "And don't think we can't hear what you're saying."

"If you don't do anything, our odds of winning last term will increase by at least 20%." Charlie felt a little tired. He had just taken over the position of Quidditch captain, and he was eager to make some achievements.