On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early, and it was still dark before him, and the storm outside was pounding on the window glass.

"It's cold. The temperature in the dormitory was very low, and Albert shrunk up in the warm quilt, ready to go back and continue to sleep, anyway, it was Saturday, and even if he did sleep until noon, no one cared.

Of course, Albert didn't get his way, and was woken up by the sound of Fred and George getting up at about half-past eight.

Having said that, the heavy rain outside the house still shows no signs of abating.

Albert looked up at the window, where Quidditch matches would continue in such bad weather.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch matches don't just come down with a little rain.

"Luckily, it's not me who is going to play today. Albert was secretly glad that he still hated the rain, and that he was not very interested in watching games in the rain, and that he had not yet reached that level of love for Quidditch.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were dark, and torches and candles were lit everywhere. However, none of this can hide the passion for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were happily chatting about Quidditch, looking forward to today's Quidditch match, and it was raining at all.

At the Gryffindor table, Albert was sandwiching a piece of baked sausage into a slice of bread, putting it to his mouth and taking a big bite, accompanied by the steaming corn soup.

Compared to Albert, the few people around him didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

"Aren't you so nervous that you can't eat?" Albert didn't understand Fred's nervousness, but he still felt that there was no need to pay too much attention to the outcome of this Quidditch match, and if he didn't care, he wouldn't be so nervous.

"It's not you who went up to the game. Angelina glared at Albert angrily, and couldn't help but complain, "Don't talk cool over there." ”

"You'd better get something to eat. Albert swept the corn chowder off the plate and blinked, "Playing in rainy weather is physically demanding on the players. ”

"I don't want to eat anything. Fred and George muttered

"I don't have an appetite. "Angelina was terrible, although she had already played once, but the last time she didn't do well, after a year of hard work, Angelina finally appeared on the Quidditch pitch as a player, she was sure that she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid the nervousness.

"Albert is right, you'd better eat something to keep your energy up. Lee Jordan spread a thick layer of tomato sauce on the grilled sausage, took a big bite, and said happily, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have the strength to knock the Bludger away." ”

"Thank you so much for your concern. Fred said angrily.

"You're welcome. ”

"I heard you're 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 had become a Quidditch narrator?"

This is one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets, he originally planned to surprise everyone, but he didn't expect to be told by Albert, which made him quite resentful.

"When?" asked George, curious.

"Not long ago, I passed Professor McGonagall's test. Lee Jordan said, "Last year's commentator Bagno seemed to be a Ravenclaw player, so I didn't have too many obstacles to become a Quidditch commentator. By the way, when did you find out?"

"What do you say?" said Albert, laughing. In fact, he just said casually, but he didn't know much about the actual situation.

In Albert's memory, Lee Jordan was always the narrator. In other words, the Weasley twins' friends are the narrator's settings, so he asked casually, but he didn't expect to really let himself be foolish.

Before half past ten, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare, while the rest of the spectators entered by eleven o'clock.

"Together?" Arya invited Albert.

"You go first, I'm going back to the dormitory. Albert made an excuse and hurried out of the hall, not forgetting his agreement with Sister McDoug, which had been delayed for a long time, and it was not a good idea to release the other party's pigeons.

That said, Quidditch is still as popular as ever, and even the wind and rain can't stop the whole school from pouring out.

Albert stood by the window and watched as the students ran across the lawn towards the Quidditch pitch with umbrellas.

"I must be crazy to give up on today's Quidditch for that damn bet?" said Katrina McDoug as she walked over to Albert, complaining to Albert.

"You should thank me, if it weren't for me, you'd still be out in the rain right now. Albert withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the girl beside him, and asked, "Where's Isobel?"

"She's back in the common room, and she'll probably be out when we get there. Katrina said as she walked, "I would have agreed to make such a bet with you, and it feels incredible to think about it now." ”

"Of course you will agree, after all, there is a stake of 10 Galleons, and you can buy quite a few things with this money. Albert kindly reminded.

They walked up the tower, making dizzying little circles. Albert hadn't been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.

If these were any doors, there were no handles, no keyholes, just an aged wooden plank with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker on it.

Albert curiously reached out and touched the plank, turned his head and asked, "Wood has existed for nearly a thousand years?"

"Why are your concerns so different?" said Katrina, annoyed. She stretched out her hand and knocked on the door, and in the silence the hawk's beak opened suddenly, and said in a gentle, musical voice:

What question you can never answer "yes".

"That's the first question. Albert turned his head to the girl.

Katrina replied, "Are you asleep?"

"Makes sense. With that, the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened.

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' is the answer. Albert grunted.

On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising his hand to open the door, but he didn't expect the door to open on its own.

Then, she heard Albert's words and replied, "The answer to the Eagle Ring riddle is not the only one. ”

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