"Where did you get your supper?"

Fresh from the shower, Albert, dressed in gray pajamas, walked into the dormitory and saw several roommates sitting around the table, playing wizard cards and eating freshly baked pies on their plates.

"The house-elves sent me. ”

George's mouth was stuffed with food, and his speech was slurred.

Albert looked over the plate and saw that a hand was about to reach over and take the last piece of pie, and immediately stepped forward and waved his hand on the hand.

A crisp sound echoed through the room.

Hurt!

Lee Jordan looked up at Albert with a grim look on his face, rubbing the back of his hand that was red and swollen with his hand.

"You didn't even leave me the last piece!" Albert picked up the last pie very simply, and took a bite, the meat filling inside was still warm, and it felt good.

"You don't have to be so ruthless!"!"

"I didn't have the strength to hold on for a while. And, if you don't leave me a piece, who will you fight if you don't hit me?" Albert ate, eating the pie, turned his head to look at the Weasley brothers who were snickering next to him, and asked, "How many sets of wizard cards have you made?" ”

"At the moment, we can only come one by one, the progress is very slow, and we have spent a lot of time only getting a pair for ourselves. George shrugged helplessly, indicating that he had done his best.

"How the hell did you get the house-elves to bring you supper?" Fred brought up another, more interesting topic.

"Personal charisma. ”

Albert took the last bite of the pie and wiped the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief from the side.

The three of them looked at each other, completely unconvinced by Albert's nonsense.

Albert didn't believe it or not, looked around, but couldn't see his cat, and asked, "Where's my Tom?"

"Tom, oh, you mean the cat!" Fred said, pointing up to the doorway, "It just ran out and should still be running around in the Gryffindor common room." ”

"Really, it's so late, and you're running around. Albert grunted.

"Cat, you can't keep it. ”

"I didn't say I wanted to shut it up. ”

Albert took the compass out of his leather bag, looked in the direction, and made his way down the stairs to the common room.

The common room was dim at the moment, and there were some embers in the fireplace that were flickering.

"Tom. ”

Albert whispered the name of his cat, but there was no response, he looked at the compass in his hand, and looked in that direction again, and was about to take out his wand and use the flying charm to summon his cat back, when he saw a fluffy black shadow in the corner suddenly pounce on him.

"It's time to go back to sleep!" Albert bent down to pick up the fat cat, the light of the tip of his wand casually slicing through the common room, and the corner of Albert's eye was on the chair closest to the entrance to the common room.

Albert noticed a man sitting there, and walked over with the cat in his arms, a little girl in a pink dressing gown.

"Don't sleep here, be careful of catching a cold, Miss Granger. ”

Hermione heard the noise and looked up in confusion, a little flustered as she looked at Albert.

Albert looked at the little girl in front of him, this was the first time he had carefully observed this legendary Hermione Granger, very ordinary, not different from the little girl next door.

"You're not going to quarrel with your roommates, are you?"

"No!" Hermione said dryly.

"Then go back and rest!" Albert glanced at the oil lamp next to him, and said calmly, "Don't hide here and be scared, or are you going to go out for a night trip?"

"Nope. ”

Hermione was a little embarrassed to smell the faint scent of the bath on Albert's body, but fortunately the darkness around her masked the change in the girl's face, and she hesitated for a moment to tell Albert about what she had overheard Harry and Ron preparing to duel with Malfoy.

"It's a good fit for Gryffindor's character. Alberta took a chair and sat down next to Hermione, placing Tom on his lap and helping him with his hair, "So, you want to stop them." ”

"Yes, wandering around the school at night, how many points would Gryffindor lose if they were caught, and I think they'd definitely get caught by Filch, I heard that Mr. Administrator knows all the secret passages in the school. ”

"I dare say, they will absolutely say to you: this is none of your business. Albert watched the expression on the girl's face change, nodded, and said, "Don't worry too much, Gryffindor students are all this kind of character, and they have never taken school rules seriously." ”

Hermione opened her mouth and stared blankly at the boy in front of her with a faint smile, and finally asked puzzledly, "Shouldn't you stop them?"

"It's hard for you to stop them, unless you're Professor McGonagall, and you're obviously not. Albert shook his head and said, "Don't expect words to convince anyone, it's too hard, especially if they insist on doing so." ”

Hermione was about to say something, but was interrupted by Albert raising his hand.

"I know what you're trying to say. Albert continued, "This so-called duel should be a trap, according to the Slytherin style, it is estimated that Filch will be told about it in advance, and let the Administrator go and arrest them, which will lead to Gryffindor being deducted points, and Harry and Ron will be locked up for it." ”

"However, things are often done without a brain, which is the Gryffindor style, and sometimes, without taking a loss, they will never remember the lesson. Albert said calmly, "Don't worry too much about the rules, no one in Gryffindor House really cares about grades, otherwise they will consciously add points to the house, but most students don't think like that." ”

"Is this the style of Gryffindor House?" Hermione looked up at Albert and asked seriously, "What about you?" I heard you've been giving Gryffindor extra points all the time!"

"That's just incidental, it's best to add points, and if you can't, forget it. ”

"I don't think you're like Gryffindor at all. Hermione whispered, "The Sorting Hat must have asked if you were going to Ravenclaw!"

"Everybody says that, and a lot of people think I should go to Ravenclaw College. Albert didn't care about it, "Still, for me, Gryffindor is better, and I have familiar friends here." ”

"And what do you think I should do?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Go back to sleep, or keep trying here and stop Harry and Ron. Albert stood up and said to Hermione, "To be honest, you may not be a good fit to stay in Gryffindor House, if you have time, you can try to join the wizard card club, maybe you can make some friends, the game is more about creating happy times." ”

Hermione opened her mouth and looked at Albert's departing back, but finally didn't say anything.

Friends?

She doesn't have any of them!

Albert apparently saw it too, which is why he said that.

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