In the evening, Albert had just returned from the kitchen, still carrying a steaming supper in his hand, and stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

"Password. ”

"Pumpkin pie. ”

Albert waited for the entrance to open, and immediately walked into the Gryffindor common room.

The commotion around him immediately poured into his ears, everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match, and all the topics that had been related to Professor Smith were left behind, and few people really cared about Rowanna Smith's life or death.

He looked around, walked up to Lee Jordan, who was doing his homework in the stacks of books, and placed the oily paper bag with the hot pumpkin pie in front of him, his eyes swept over the common room to the group in the corner.

Charlie is crouching in front of a model of a Quidditch pitch, using his wand to direct the movement of the villains on the pitch, babbling to explain to his teammates the tactics he might use tomorrow.

"Did the date go well?" Lee Jordan teased as he opened the oiled paper bag, "I thought you'd come back in the middle of the night." ”

The girls next to them all pricked up their ears and silently eavesdropped on the conversation between the two, and everyone was curious about who Albert was getting along with.

"I think you don't seem to like eating this......"

Albert slapped Lee Jordan's hand away with a smile, removed the oiled paper bag from his face, and turned his head to talk to Shanna, who was also doing her homework.

"Do you want a late-night snack?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oiled paper bag handed over by Albert, took out a steaming pumpkin pie from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it, it's still hot." ”

"The house-elves are freshly cooked, and the freshly baked pumpkin pie is even tastier. Albert drew his wand and waved, and the milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and brewed, and flew in front of him and Shanna.

"Family magic? Shanna smiled and took a sip of milk tea and happily took a bite of the pumpkin pie, "I didn't expect you to go out of your way to learn family magic." ”

"Ahem, Albert, I fell under the gibberish spell just now, don't you mind. Lee Jordan's eyes were fixed on the oil-paper bag, and he immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

"The milk tea brewed using magic is not as delicious as brewing it yourself, just for convenience. Albert took a sip of milk tea and ignored Lee Jordan next to him.

The bastard was going to spread rumors about him, and he wanted to eat the supper he brought back.

"I've never heard of a gibberish spell!" Fred said with a grin, putting his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder.

"Besides, I don't think you're here here!" George took the oiled paper bag from Albert, and sure enough, there were only two pumpkin pies left in it, and he smiled and divided it with Fred.

Shanna looked down at her pumpkin pie when she heard this, and instantly understood what was going on, and hurriedly threw an apologetic look at Lee Jordan.

"Charlie is done?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"That's it. Fred sighed lightly, "It doesn't feel like it's useful. Thankfully, the Hufflepuffs are not strong and should win tomorrow. ”

"If you lose face, you won't be able to get by. ”

Albert knew tomorrow was their final Quidditch match of the season, with Gryffindor going to battle the Hufflepuffs for the title of the worst team of the term.

'Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can't shirk anymore and Wood will definitely let you join the team. George took a bite of the pumpkin pie and said to Albert suddenly.

A good Seeker is usually able to bring victory to the team.

Albert had already proven his talent for flying, and with Charlie's departure, he needed to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood will find a better Seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.

It's true that he likes to fly, but he doesn't like Quidditch training very much, and his time is very limited, especially in the third year, twelve classes are no joke, where is the time to play Quidditch?

"I didn't find a better fit. Wood said angrily.

"I mean freshmen. ”

"Have you forgotten? Freshmen are not allowed to compete. Fred reminded.

"There's always a special case, didn't we compete in the first grade?" Albert pointed out.

"I always think you're mysterious. Lee Jordan is now depressed because he didn't eat supper, "If you have something to say, don't let everyone guess." ”

"Next school year, Hogwarts will have a very famous new student enrolled. Albert said mysteriously.

"Who?" asked Shanna.

"You don't know. Albert looked at the crowd in disbelief.

"Harry Potter?" said George.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded, "Today, I saw the name of the Savior in a book, and after counting the time, Harry Potter should be almost of school age." ”

"Do you think Potter is good at Quidditch?" Fred's eyes widened, and he looked Albert up and down, as if wondering if the guy was fooling them with nonsense again.

"If you're paying attention, you'll notice that the prize room has a lot of Quidditch trophies from James Potter's school days. Albert reminded.

"Didn't pay attention. ”

"Me too. ”

Albert motioned for them to go to the prize showroom now if they didn't believe me.

"What does this have to do with the Savior Quidditch?" "Shanna was even more puzzled, "and you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Wizards are all about genetics. Albert had a strange expression, "James Potter is in Gryffindor, Harry Potter should be in Gryffindor, and maybe he will be good at flying." ”

"Actually, you don't want to be on the Quidditch team yourself, do you!" said Lee Jordan unceremoniously debunking Albert's careful thoughts.

Wood stared at Albert instantly.

"Next semester, I'm going to take twelve classes, where is the time to play Quidditch?" Albert said angrily, not embarrassed by the fact that his ideas had been debunked, because it was also true.

"Twelve?" Wood's voice sharpened.

"It sounds like you're talking nonsense, but it sounds reasonable. Fred finished his pumpkin pie and patted Wood on the shoulder and comforted, "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying." ”

"Go to sleep, play well tomorrow and don't lose again. ”

Charlie came over to let everyone go back to rest, and before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that he had to win the next game no matter what, and he must not lose too ugly.

"I don't think it matters if I lose, I won't be able to win the championship trophy anyway. George said to Albert when he returned to the dormitory.

In fact, the players of the Gryffindor team are very depressed, they have been training hard, but the results are still not very good, and the pressure from public opinion behind is not small, many people say that they were selected into the team by virtue of their connections, and ruined the originally good team.