On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early, it was still dark, and the torrential rain outside was hitting the window glass.
"It's cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert shrank his body and nestled in the warm quilt, ready to go back to sleep again, anyway, today is Saturday, even if he really slept until noon, no one would care.
Of course, Albert failed to achieve his wish after all, and was awakened by the sound of Fred and George getting up at 8:30.
Having said that, the heavy rain outside the house still shows no signs of abating.
Albert raised his head and looked out the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch ga will continue.
In Charlie's words: Quidditch gas will not be cancelled due to a little rain.
"Fortunately, it is not who is going to play today." Albert secretly rejoices that he actually hates the rain. He really doesn't catch a cold for watching the ga in the rain. He can only say that his love for Quidditch has not yet reached. That degree.
Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were all black, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, none of this can conceal people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.
In the hall, the students were chatting happily about Quidditch. They were looking forward to today's Quidditch competition. It was not unexpected and it was raining.
At Gryffindor’s table, Albert was sandwiching a grilled sausage into a slice of bread, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, with the steaming corn soup on his stomach, his whole body imdiately ward. stand up.
Compared with Albert, the few people around seed to have no appetite.
"Aren't you nervous enough to eat?" It's not that Albert couldn't understand the nervous emotions of Fred and the others, but he still felt that there was no need to value the outco of this Quidditch match too much. He didn't care about nature. You won’t be so nervous.
"You're not the one who went up to the ga." Angelina gave Albert a nasty look, and couldn't help complaining, "Don't talk coldly over there."
"You better eat sothing." Albert swept away the corn soup on the plate and blinked. "Playing in rainy weather is very exhausting to the players."
"I don't want to eat anything." Fred and George murmured
"I don't have an appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had already played the ga once, her performance was not very good last ti. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally appeared as a player. On the stage of Quidditch Stadium, she was sure she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid tension.
"Albert is right. You'd better eat sothing to keep your strength." Lee Jordan sared a thick tomato sauce on the grilled sausage and said happily after taking a big bite. "Otherwise, there will be no strength The wandering ball hits the air."
"Thank you really for your concern." Fred said badly.
"You're welco."
"I heard you are trying to be a narrator?" Albert asked tentatively.
"How do you know?" Lee Jordan's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Albert in disbelief. "How did you know I beca a Quidditch comntator?"
This is one of Lee Jordan's greatest secrets. He originally planned to give everyone a surprise, but he didn't expect to be broken by Albert, which made him quite resentful.
"When did it happen?" George asked curiously.
“Not long ago, I passed the test of Professor McGonagall.” Lee Jordan said: “Last year’s comntator Bagno seed to have beco a Ravenclaw player, so I did not encounter too many obstacles and succeeded in becoming the leader. The narrator is here. By the way, when did you find it?"
"What do you an?" Albert smiled without saying a word. In fact, he just said casually just now, not knowing the actual situation.
In Albert's mory, Lee Jordan has always been a narrator. In other words, the friends of the Weasley twins were set by the narrator, so he just asked casually, and he didn't expect to let himself be right.
Before ten thirty, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch Stadium to prepare in advance, and the other spectators entered the field before eleven.
"Together?" Alia invited Albert.
"You go first, I want to go back to the dormitory." Albert casually found an excuse and hurriedly left the hall. He did not forget his agreent with Sister McDoug. This matter has been delayed for a long ti. Pigeons are not a good idea.
Having said that, the Quidditch competition is still as popular as ever, even if it is windy or rainy, it can't stop the whole school from pouring out.
Albert stood by the window and watched the students running across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch with umbrellas.
"I feel like I must be crazy. I gave up watching today's Quidditch ga for that **** bet?" Katrina McDouger walked towards Albert, not forgetting to complain to Albert. .
"You should thank . If it weren't for , you are still outside in the rain." Albert retracted his gaze, turned to look at the girl beside him and asked, "Where is Izabel?"
"She went back to the common room. She probably ca out when we were there." Katrina said as she walked: "I would actually agree to make such a bet with you. It feels incredible to think about it now."
"Of course you will agree. After all, the bet is 10 gallons. You can buy a lot of things with this money." Albert reminded kindly.
They walked up the tower, making dizzying circles. Albert had never been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.
If these are considered to be a door, there is no handle, no keyhole, only a piece of old wooden board with an eagle-like bronze knocker on it.
Albert curiously reached out and touched the plank, turned his head and asked, "There is wood for nearly a thousand years?"
"Why is your focus different from others?" Katrina said grimly. She reached out and knocked on the door, and in the silence, the eagle's beak suddenly opened, and said in a gentle, musical voice:
You can never answer "yes" to any question.
"This is the first question." Albert said to the girl, turning his head.
Katrina replied: "Are you asleep?"
"It makes sense." The voice said, and the door of the Ravenclaw common room opened.
"Actually, I think ‘are you dead?’ is the answer," Albert murmured.
On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising his hand to open the door, but did not expect the door to open by itself.
Then, she heard Albert's words and replied, "The answer to the eagle ring riddle is not the only one."
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