At night, Albert had just returned from the kitchen, holding a steaming supper in his hand, and stopped before 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 noise around him immediately poured into his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch game. The original topics related to Professor Smith were all forgotten by everyone. Few people really cared about Rowena. Smith's life and death.

He looked around, raised his foot to Lee Jordan, who was immersed in the pile of books doing his homework, and conveniently placed the oily paper bag containing the warm pumpkin pies in front of him, and scanned the common room to the group that fell in the corner. People.

Charlie was squatting in front of a model of a Quidditch court, using a magic wand to direct the villain on the court to move, chattering constantly, explaining to his teammates the tactics he might use tomorrow.

"Is the date going well?" Lee Jordan opened the oil paper bag and couldn't help but joked, "I thought you would be back in the middle of the night."

The few girls next to him all pricked their ears and listened to their conversation silently. Everyone was very curious as to whom Albert had gotten with.

"I remember you don't seem to like this..."

Albert smiled and slapped Lee Jordan's hand, took the oil paper bag away from him, and turned his head to talk to Shanna who was also doing homework.

"Would you like supper?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag that Albert had handed, took out a steaming pumpkin pie from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it from? It's still hot when it arrives."

"The house elf just made it, and the freshly baked pumpkin pie is more delicious." Albert took out his wand and waved it. After the milk tea powder was poured into the cup and brewed, he flew in front of him and Shanna.

"Family magic? It looks very convenient." Shanna smiled and took a sip of milk tea, and happily took a bite of the pumpkin pie, "I didn't expect you to learn family magic specially."

"Ahem, Albert, I was hit by a nonsense curse just now, don't mind." Lee Jordan stared straight at the oil paper bag, and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

"The milk tea brewed by magic is not as good as it is made by yourself. It's just a convenience." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and ignored Lee Jordan next to him.

The **** planned to spread rumors to him, and wanted to eat the supper he brought back.

"I've never heard of nonsense curses!" Fred reached out and put his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder, and said grinningly.

"Also, I don't feel like you are here anymore!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, and there were only two pumpkin pie left in it, and he smiled and shared it with Fred.

After hearing this, Shanna looked down at her pumpkin pie, and instantly understood what was going on, and quickly cast an apologetic look at Lee Jordan.

"Charlie finished?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"It's over." Fred sighed lightly, "It feels useless. Fortunately, the Hufflepuff team is not strong. It should win tomorrow."

"If you lose face, you can't make it."

Albert knows that tomorrow will be their last Quidditch match of the season, and Gryffindor will compete with Hufflepuff for the title of the worst team of the semester.

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

A good seeker can usually bring victory to the team.

Albert has already proven his talent in flying, and after Charlie leaves, he needs to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood can find a better seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.

He likes flying, yes, but he doesn't like Quidditch training very much, and his time is very limited, especially in the third grade, twelve courses are not a joke, where is there time to play Quidditch?

"I didn't find it more suitable." Wood said grimly.

"I mean freshmen."

"Did you forget? Freshmen are not allowed to participate in the game." Fred reminded.

"There will always be exceptions. Didn't we also compete in the first grade?" Albert pointed out.

"I always think you are mysterious." Lee Jordan is very depressed because he didn't have supper. "Let's say if you have anything, don't let everyone guess."

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

"Who?" Shanna asked.

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

"Harry Potter?" George said suddenly.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded: "Today, I saw the name of the savior in a book. After counting the time, Harry Potter should be close to school age. ."

"Do you think Potter is good at Quidditch?" Fred opened his eyes wide and looked up and down Albert, as if wondering if this guy was fooling them with nonsense again.

"If you pay attention, you will find many Quidditch trophies left by James Potter when he went to school in the prize showroom." Albert reminded.

"Did not notice."

"me too."

Albert indicated that if they didn't believe it, they could go to the prize showroom now.

"What does this have to do with the savior being Quidditch?" Shanna was more puzzled. "And, do you think Harry Potter will be assigned to Gryffindor?"

"Wizards pay attention to genetics." Albert had a strange expression, "Jaime Potter is in Gryffindor, Harry Potter should be in Gryffindor, and maybe he will be good at flying."

"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, do you!" Lee Jordan unceremoniously broke Albert's careful thoughts.

Wood stared at Albert for an instant.

"Next semester, I will take twelve courses. Where can I find time to play Quidditch?" Albert said grimly, and did not feel embarrassed because his thoughts were dismantled~www.mtlnovel.com~ because of this. It is also a fact.

"Twelve courses?" Wood's voice became sharp.

"Although you think you are talking nonsense, it sounds a bit reasonable." Fred finished the pumpkin pie and patted Wood on the shoulder comfortingly. "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying."

"Go to bed, play well tomorrow, don't lose the game again."

Charlie came over and asked everyone to go back to rest. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that he must win the next game anyway. It is too ugly to never lose.

"I don't think it matters even if I lose. Anyway, I can't get the championship trophy." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.

In fact, the players of the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have worked hard in training, but the results are still not very good. The pressure from the public opinion behind them is not small. Many people say that they are selected for the team based on their relationship. Yes, ruined the originally good team.

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