Chapter 572 Saving Potter
Saturday morning, before dawn, Albert was woken up by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw the culprit walking back and forth in the room.
While Albert covered his yawn, he reached for the pocket watch on the bedside table, squinted his eyes slightly with the help of the lantern on the table, and checked the time on the pocket watch.
“Ha, what the **** are you doing? It’s only half past six!”
“Sorry, I woke you up.”
The door to the room suddenly creaked open, and George, who had just returned from washing, cast an apologetic look at the sleepy Albert.
Albert covered his yawn again. He could understand that Fred, George and even the entire Gryffindor team didn't want to lose, but...
“It’s no use being nervous. You should take a good rest now to recharge your batteries, so that you will have enough energy to cope with the next Quidditch match later.”
“Albert is right, you should have confidence in yourself.” Lee Jordan’s voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the room.
"You're not sleeping either." Only then did Albert notice Lee Jordan. This guy had been staying in the shadows since just now, and he ignored him before he was fully conscious.
“I’m going to commentate on the game today, so of course I have to dress up properly.” Lee Jordan was playing with his hairstyle in front of the mirror.
To be honest, Albert really didn’t know what to do with his curly hair.
"Which girl have you fallen in love with? Maybe I can give you some advice and get her." Albert covered his yawn again and retracted into the bed. The room was a bit cold. The temperature has dropped sharply recently. Outside There is already a tendency for snow.
“By the way, how did you get the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw?” Lee Jordan stiffly changed the topic. It was obvious that Albert had guessed his mind, and he was a little embarrassed.
"I directly asked Isobel if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and then she became my girlfriend." Albert said bluntly, "You should be more confident in yourself. Only confident boys will be attractive to girls."
"We have already decided on this year's Christmas gift, and we will give you a copy of "Twelve Tips for Bewitching Witches."" Fred and George looked at each other and grinned. "We also gave it to Amber last year. With just one book, he easily picked up the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw."
"real?"
Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not believing Fred and George's lies.
"The content in the book is quite practical." Albert got his head out of the quilt, closed his eyes and started talking nonsense, "Originally, I planned to give you that book as a Christmas gift, but now it seems that I can only give you a very large copy this year. Bibi’s all-flavored beans. If you don’t want them, can I send you a signed book by Lockhart instead?”
"I'll have the extra-large Big Beans, thank you," Lee Jordan said angrily, causing Fred and George to chuckle.
"Don't worry, there will definitely be surprises for this year's Christmas gifts." Albert planned to give everyone a bottle of glutinous rice wine. The house elf tried brewing it several times and had initial success.
Albert tried it and it tasted very good.
"We will look forward to unpacking on Christmas Day. Let's go down first and see you later." After getting dressed, the Weasley twins went downstairs to have breakfast early so as not to disturb Albert's rest.
“I will remember to go to the stadium to cheer you on.” Albert retracted his head into the bed and planned to continue sleeping.
When he opened his eyes and woke up again, it was already half past nine in the morning.
After getting dressed and coming to the auditorium, he found that the Gryffindor team members were all crowded together at the long dining table. They were all taciturn and nervous, like prisoners who would be sent to the gallows at any time.
Albert knew that the Gryffindor players were eager to defeat the Slytherin team and defeat the Nimbus 2001 that the Slytherin team bought with galleons.
However, sometimes, charging money will make you stronger. The reality is so cruel.
But what’s even more cruel is that after flushing the money, you also lost the game.
Reality is really a **** game.
Sure enough, under the halo of Harry Potter's protagonist, Malfoy could only tremble.
The true protagonist can do whatever he wants.
While eating, Albert secretly observed Lockhart who was dining at the teacher's table. The smile on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's face seemed a little forced. Something bad had happened recently. Lockhart found that he had started to lose his hair. , this discovery almost made him collapse.
If you become bald, how will you face your book fans in the future?
Of course, Lockhart didn't know that when he was sleeping that night, Albert sneaked into his room and cut off a small amount of hair from his head. The hair on the pillow was what Albert was collecting. It was "accidentally" left on it.
To say the least, this is a sad misunderstanding.
Eleven o'clock was approaching, and Albert and Isobel made an appointment to go to the Quidditch field to watch the game.
"You look tired?" Looking at Albert who was yawning as he walked, Isobel raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you stay up late again last night?"
"No, I was woken up this morning. Fred and George were too nervous. They didn't want to lose to Galleons." Albert raised his head and looked at the sky. The weather today was a bit bad. There was faint thunder in the sky, and it could happen at any time. It will rain.
“Although it is a bit unfair, it is also part of the game. If it is used reasonably within the rules, I would probably do the same thing.” Isobel commented simply.
“Actually, I feel the same way.” Albert followed everyone into the stadium and found an empty seat to sit down. “If Gryffindor collectively received Nimbus 2001, their views would probably be completely different.”
“However, they will not lose because they have Potter.” Albert said meaningfully as he looked at the Gryffindor team entering the stadium.
“Because of Potter?” Isobel didn’t understand the meaning of Albert’s words.
The game started quickly with the whistle. Within a few minutes, the Slytherin team took advantage of the speed of Nimbus 2001 and scored the first goal.
It is still useful for the Malfoy family to add money to the team, and the effect is obvious. The confidence of every Slytherin player has skyrocketed.
The Gryffindor team soon fell into a hard fight. They were suppressed by the speed of Nimbus 2001, and the score between the two sides was slowly opening up.
“There’s something wrong with that Bludger. Someone cast a spell on it.” Isobel frowned and pointed in the direction of Harry Potter.
Just now, Harry Potter used very superb dodge skills to successfully lead the Bludger to the Slytherin auditorium, causing chaos there.
"It's useless. Bludgers are always running rampant. The playing field is so big, I'm afraid not many people will notice this." Albert said calmly, "And even if you raise questions, most of them will be met by Slytherins. If you ask for an investigation, you will probably be...disqualified from the game and lose the game. After all, there is no evidence that the Slytherin team has tampered with the Bludger."
Albert remembered that the Bludger seemed to be a disguised house elf, with the purpose of knocking Harry off his broomstick, causing him to be seriously injured and sent home, hoping to save Harry from the threat of the basilisk. "Rescue" comes out.
In order not to be "saved", Harry Potter is desperately resisting the Bludger coming towards him, performing a chase battle on the court.
Albert looked at the Bludger chasing Harry through binoculars, thinking that he would make a few similar things one day. If you encounter a basilisk some other time, let it fly towards the basilisk's eyes. Maybe you can use it to blind the basilisk. The blinded basilisk has nothing to fear. He will be confident to kill him. Wave.
But then again, the weird brain circuits of house elves are really speechless. No matter who it is, they probably won’t like being saved in this way!
This chapter has been revised. Sorry for being in a hurry yesterday.
(End of this chapter)