Chapter 157 This wave is stable
At eleven o'clock, the teachers and students of Hogwarts went to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
Albert and Lee Jordan followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch. Although they carried binoculars, they still chose to go to the highest terrace, where they could see the game better.
However, there are many people who have this idea. Albert met a few acquaintances in the stands. After greeting everyone with a smile, he joined the discussion about the possibility of the Gryffindor team winning the Quidditch Cup.
In fact, most Gryffindor students still have a sense of house honor, and they also hope to see their house break Slytherin House's monopoly on the House Cup and Quidditch Trophy.
This time is undoubtedly the best opportunity.
As long as they win this game, the Gryffindor team can win the Quidditch Cup with a complete victory. Moreover, Gryffindor House's points can surpass Slytherin House's points in one go, taking the first place.
The actual situation is always somewhat different from what everyone expected. The Ravenclaw team is still very strong. It was actually able to temporarily lead the Gryffindor team with a slight score advantage after the game started.
Of course, this situation is only temporary.
Charlie was almost obsessed with chasing the Quidditch trophy. His devilish training of his players was not in vain. The Gryffindor team also began to flex its muscles and soon evened the scores of both sides and surpassed them.
However, the Ravenclaw team's performance was even more amazing than everyone thought. It only allowed Gryffindor to lead for ten minutes before regaining its previous advantage.
The scores of the two teams were catching up with each other, and no one wanted to give in. The game eventually turned into a tug-of-war between the two sides.
Looking at the fierce confrontation on the field, the cheers from the audience in the stands continued, and even Albert could feel the unique charm of the Quidditch game.
Although Albert's own view of Quidditch was only average, it did not affect him from being infected by the tense atmosphere at the scene.
"The game is very exciting. The current score between the two sides is 100:110. Ravenclaw is currently in the lead." Since the commentator is a student of Ravenclaw, when the Ravenclaw team is temporarily leading, his words are full of emotion. A sense of pride.
"Currently, whoever can catch the Golden Snitch first will win the final victory." The commentator shouted at the top of his voice, "The seekers from both sides are entangled with each other, and it seems that they don't want their opponents to let go. Searching for the Golden Snitch.”
High-intensity, high-intensity games mean that the players' physical strength is exhausted very quickly. It is now the half-time break, and Charlie obviously wants to take the opportunity to adjust the formation and tactics.
“Ahem, my throat hurts a little.” Li Jordan turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice, “Did you bring any water?”
“There’s no water, but there are candies, do you want them?” Albert looked at his roommate quite speechlessly, and the other person actually shouted hoarsely.
“No, it’s more uncomfortable to eat candy.” Li Jordan shook his head and refused.
"I think so." Albert peeled off the candy wrapper, threw the chocolate candy into his mouth, and muttered, "Don't yell at the top of your lungs and you won't get a sore throat."
“What do you mean by shouting at the top of your lungs? I’m just cheering for the team.” Lee Jordan looked at Albert in shock, “You are unmoved by such a beautiful game?”
"I'm just not as excited as you." Albert sighed lightly. He also knew that some people like to shout out when watching football games and give up their seats to make the atmosphere more exciting. But Albert obviously doesn't have that habit. At most, when Gryffindor scores a goal, he claps along with everyone else.
Lee Jordan: “…”
Sounds like it makes sense, it doesn’t make sense!
When watching a game, the most important thing is to cheer loudly for the team you support.
“This game is really exciting.”
Albert noticed that Lee Jordan seemed to want to say something more, so he changed the topic, "If Fred and George knew that they had missed an exciting game, they would probably skip the confinement and run over to watch the game. Bar."
“The two of them will probably go crazy.” Li Qiaodan also felt a little pitiful for his roommate. This game was so exciting, and it was truly a competition for the final championship.
Whether it’s the fight for the Ghost Ball, the control of the Bludger, or even the pursuit of the Golden Snitch, it’s all very exciting, and both sides are very good at using some unexpected tactics.
"It won't start here for a while. If you're thirsty, go back to the castle and drink water before coming back." Albert was looking around the stadium through the telescope, and the most irritable people were the Slytherin audience.
Most Slytherin students hope that Gryffindor loses the game. Only if Gryffindor loses this game can Slytherin defeat the Gryffindor team in total points and win the Quidditch match. champion.
Slytherin House, which has dominated the Quidditch trophy for too long, has regarded the House Cup and Quidditch Trophy as their own, and is not willing to share them with other houses.
“Do you think those Slytherin students who are nagging about something are cursing us and hoping that we lose this game?” Albert looked at the Slytherin players and suddenly felt a little funny.
"Slytherin? Curse? Where is it? Let me have a look." Lee Jordan moved the telescope over and saw the Slytherin students whispering to each other. He couldn't help laughing, "This year's Quidditch champion belongs to Gryffindor, right?"
“Well, victory belongs to Gryffindor.”
“That’s good, is this wave stable?”
“What’s stable?” Angelina, who was sitting above them, asked curiously.
"Gryffindor will win!" Lee Jordan was full of confidence in Albert. "This guy's mouth is open, what to say, what to win, he wants to say that Gryffindor will win, and 80% of the time he will really win. .”
Albert: "..." Classmate, you must believe in science... ahem, you must believe in magic.
Everyone in the stands stared at Albert, wondering why Lee Jordan thought so. Could Albert's words really...
"I said... you don't have to look at me like this." Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes and laughed at himself: "If talking nonsense is really useful, then why should I work so hard? Just say it directly, I will never When you graduate from the school, you will have twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates, and all of them will be excellent."
Everyone looked at each other, but Albert continued, "Then, um, get two or three girlfriends, publish two or three books, and win two or three championship trophies. After graduation, you can make a lot of money without working, and finally Live a happy life.”
Albert's words made everyone else burst into laughter. Someone asked, "What are you doing, making a wish?"
"Well, I'm just making a wish. Didn't Lee Jordan say that what I said is accurate?" Albert said seriously, "Then of course I will take advantage of the opportunity to give myself a milk wave. If I accidentally get what I said, I will If not, you’ll earn it.”
Everyone was speechless. Suddenly, they felt that Albert's thinking was so strange. It cannot be said that his idea was wrong. No, it should be said that it was quite correct.
"By the way, you actually want to get twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates?" Shanna felt that Albert was very ambitious, "And you also plan to get excellent in them all?"
Actually, Shanna feels that with Albert’s talents and talents, it is not too difficult to obtain twelve O.W.L. certificates and seven N.E.W.T. certificates, but is it a bit too much to want to obtain excellence in them all?
"You plan to publish three more books?" Aaliya looked Albert up and down, "Or before graduation? By the way, what books do you plan to publish?"
“Don’t you think it’s too much to win three championship trophies?” Lee Jordan couldn’t help complaining.
“I think this is more likely. When he joins the Gryffindor team next year, he might really be able to help Gryffindor win the Quidditch trophy.”
If it is really that accurate, just give yourself milk and say that you will win the first-class lottery.
At that time, I will become rich overnight, and I will still have to work hard in finance.
"What's the matter? Katrina." Albert smiled and greeted the red-haired girl in front of him who was looking at him with contempt.
“I find that you are really greedy. You want to have three girlfriends?” Katrina looked at Albert. “You actually want to make a lot of money without working?”
Albert didn't pay much attention to Katrina's words and said in a joking tone: "It's not good for you to come here. Are you preparing to surrender to the enemy?"
“Someone wants to see you.” Katrina said suddenly.
"who?"
"Mr. Smith, he is a friend of Professor Brod and a good friend of my father during his lifetime. Maybe he has heard about you and wants to meet you?" Katrina said her purpose.
“Smith?” Albert frowned slightly.
“He is at the east exit of the stadium, come with me.” Katrina turned and left. As Albert said, it was really not good for her to stay here.
“Oh!” Albert responded. Every time I hear the last name Smith, I can't help but think of something unpleasant.
Leaving the stands, Albert walked toward the exit. He noticed the two people standing there. One was Albert's old acquaintance Isobel McDougal, and the other must be Mr. Smith.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson." Mr. Smith stepped forward with a smile on his face and took the initiative to greet Albert. "I am Rowena, Rowena Smith. You may not have heard of my name, but I often I heard about you from Mog and Bard, and I have always wanted to meet you, the youngest magic text master in history."
“Master of Magic Texts?”
The expression on Albert's face was a little stiff, but he still forced out a polite smile and reminded, "I never consider myself a master of magic texts. I just know a little bit about ancient magic texts."
“Humility is not a bad thing, but excessive modesty will make you feel hypocritical.” Smith reminded with a smile.
These words simply touched the hearts of the two girls. Yes, this is a hypocritical guy.
"Very hypocritical, isn't it?" Albert was not angry, and asked outwardly, "Have you ever seen anyone call a twelve-year-old kid a magic text master?"
"Haha, Mr. Anderson is really an interesting person. Yes, as you said, no one would call a twelve-year-old a magic text master." Rowena looked at Albert with interest, "I think We will have many common topics, let’s talk while walking.”
What exactly does this person want to do? Albert was a little confused, but there was no doubt that Rowena Smith was an expert.
It is actually normal for experts to have friends who are experts.
“Do the so-called experts and masters like to compliment each other when they meet?” The corner of Isobel’s mouth twitched.
The two of them didn’t know what Isobel was thinking. They were walking and chatting, and found that there were many topics that the two of them could talk about together.
What surprised Smith was that Albert was actually sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat?
"Gryffindor is not the only one who is reckless." Albert reminded him, not caring at all, "Dumbledore was also sorted into Gryffindor?"
"That's right." Smith was not too entangled in this issue. The topics of his chat with Albert gradually involved other fields.
Albert was surprised by the scope of Smith's involvement, but he didn't know that Smith was even more surprised that Albert had his own unique insights in various fields.
You know, Albert has not yet read the first year of Hogwarts. Apart from being a genius, Smith really doesn’t know what to use to describe the person in front of him.
The situation of this Quidditch match was actually predicted by Albert. The tug-of-war between the two sides continued, and it seemed very likely that it would drag on into the evening.
"Why does Uncle Rowena want to see that guy?" Katrina was confused. She originally thought that Smith came for the information left by her father, but that didn't seem to be the case.
“I don’t know, don’t worry about them, let’s go back to the stands and continue watching the game.” Isobel glanced at the backs of the two of them, pulled her sister and left.
To be honest, the exchange between Albert and Smith was not very friendly to most people.
In the eyes of the McDougal sisters, as soon as these two guys met, they started chattering, which gave the two people who didn't understand a headache.
The competition lasted until eight o'clock in the evening, and finally Charlie, who looked exhausted, caught the Golden Snitch by chance.
No one thought that Albert’s prediction would come true. At that time, what he said:
Perhaps, after your confinement is over, the competition will not be over yet.
Victory belongs to Gryffindor.
In fact, these two sentences really come true.
Fred and George's confinement only lasted until seven o'clock in the evening. They didn't even eat dinner, so they hurried over to watch the game, and they happened to watch the end.
"This is a wonderful game." Smith said to Albert with a smile, "Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"I'm leaving first." Before Smith turned to leave, he turned back and said, "We will meet again soon. I'm looking forward to your letter."
"Will do."
Albert looked at Smith's leaving back, and then cast his gaze to the center of the court. The members of the Gryffindor team all hugged each other. Charlie took the trophy and raised it high, announcing to everyone that Gryffindor had won this tournament. Quidditch trophy.
Albert saw a pleased Professor McGonagall, a disappointed Ravenclaw student, and even a gloomy Slytherin student.
He took steps towards the court.
Outside the stadium, Smith was walking on the lawn, and a figure appeared beside him without warning. It was Dumbledore.
“How is it?” Dumbledore smiled.
"A great Quidditch match." Smith did not hesitate to praise him, "I agree with that."
“That’s great,” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “Would you like to join us for dinner in the Great Hall?”
"No, I don't think there's any need to rush. I should go back." Smith said goodbye to Dumbledore and walked towards Hogsmeade.
(End of this chapter)