Chapter 70 Tiring Players
Sunday, in the morning, the weather is fine.
Albert was sitting in the auditorium having a meal, humming an unknown ditty and putting sliced black pudding into his mouth with a fork.
Sela fluttered her wings, landed between the salad and the sugar bowl, and placed a thick letter within Albert's reach.
"Thank you for your hard work." Albert moved the surrounding plates of food away, reached out and stroked Sheila's back, took out the owl nuts from his pocket and placed them in front of Sheila, then picked up the envelope and opened it, there was Lu A letter from Gram, a letter from Herb and Daisy, and a letter from Nia. The envelope also came with a photo of Nia blowing bubbles with Bubble Super Bubble Gum.
"What are you looking at?" Aaliya came over and sat down opposite and asked curiously.
“A letter from home.” Albert folded the letter and put it in his pocket. After Sheila finished eating the nuts, she flew back to the owl loft to rest.
"By the way, Albert, are you going to the field for training this morning?" Angelina also came over, sat down next to Aria, and continued: "Charlie said, there is Quidditch training this morning. Well, He asked me to tell you, it doesn’t matter even if you can’t become an official player for the time being, the team also needs substitute players.”
"Oh, it seems I don't have any reason to refuse." Albert nodded and said, "After I finish eating, I will wake up Fred and the others."
"No...we're already up." Fred stretched out his hand to cover a long yawn and greeted everyone: "Good morning, everyone."
"Good morning."
"Good morning, Albert." Charlie followed the three Georges and greeted him with a smile.
“You don’t know, Charlie is possessed by the devil, how could he start training so early in the morning.” George secretly made a face towards Albert.
Charlie sat down next to him and asked, "Will we go together later?"
"OK."
“Charlie, it’s only seven o’clock now.” A sturdy young man couldn’t help complaining, “Are you sure we start training now?”
"Early bird gets the worm."
“Isn’t it good to eat meat?” Lee Jordan sat down on the other side of Albert, put two pieces of fried meat on his plate, took a bite, and muttered, “What’s so good about bugs?”
Albert quickly reached out and covered his mouth to prevent the food in his mouth from spitting out.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Lee Jordan blinked at Albert in confusion and asked.
"nothing."
"Ahem, this is Wood, our goalkeeper." Charlie patted a young man beside him and introduced: "Fred and George, my brothers. This is Albert, you didn't see him last time He flies on a broom and is a genius. You will never believe that Albert is riding a broom for the first time. He is so light...and agile..."
Albert turned his head away. Although it was others who were bragging about him, he still felt embarrassed for some reason, especially when everyone around him looked over.
Angelina was smiling, mouth opened, and said silently: I didn’t expect you to be so powerful!
"Ahem." Albert coughed slightly, interrupted Charlie and asked: "What should we do if we don't have a broom?"
After breakfast, everyone left the castle in groups, walked through the dewy grass, and walked along the grass **** towards the stadium.
Along the way, Charlie was introducing the old Gryffindor Quidditch players to several newcomers to Albert.
Gryffindor's Quidditch team consists of six men and one woman. Everyone gets along well with each other. It is said that the two batters are lovers.
Charlie pointed to the only girl among the official players and said: "This is the violent hitter Aileen."
Erin is a lovely girl who does not appear as violent as Charlie's words. She smiled at everyone and introduced: "Mark and I are the beaters on the team, and this year we are at Hogwarts." It’s the last year, and don’t listen to Charlie’s nonsense, I’m not violent at all.”
"Haha... I have not forgotten who took the bat and knocked that so-and-so off the broom last time. He was directly suspended by Professor Huo Qi, causing us to lose the game last semester."
"No way, it was just an accident. I just used a little too much force and accidentally hit his leg..."
“You almost broke someone’s bones.” Charlie complained feebly, “Otherwise, why would Professor Huo Qi ban you directly?”
“There is a big difference between a broken bone and an almost broken bone.” Erin couldn’t help but protest, “Besides, he was the one who tried to knock me off the broom first.”
"Hmph." Charlie sneered at this. He did not forget the contradiction between the two and continued: "The guy next to Erin is her boyfriend, the insidious Mark."
"Hey, Charlie, when did I become insidious." Mark coughed lightly and reached out to shake Albert's hand. "Don't listen to his nonsense. By the way, the somewhat dull Wood next to him is the team's goalkeeper."
“I’m not dull anymore.” Wood couldn’t help but protested.
"In the second game against Ravenclaw last semester, you just stood there blankly and missed several ghost balls. You were like a piece of wood and you still said you weren't dumb." Mark used it skillfully. Wood came to divert everyone's attention.
"Ahem, at that time..." Wood coughed lightly and said, "At that time... I was just watching you hit someone in the cheek with your elbow, okay?"
"Is there any? Well, it was just an accident. Even Professor Huo Qi thinks so."
Accident?
Several others scoffed at this.
“Okay, why is that guy Kula so stinky? He looks like he’s going to kill us.” Mark said with an unhappy look on his face. "Furthermore, at that height, he was only slightly injured. I remember that Slytherin's batter was even more aggressive last time. He gave Hufflepuff's Seeker a nosebleed with one blow. That **** was just I was warned once, neither lightly nor severely."
Albert felt a little confused. Is this still the Quidditch I know?
This is actually violent Quidditch!
“Charlie, has anyone died in Quidditch?” Albert asked cautiously.
"Basically not. At most, serious injuries can be treated in time." Charlie realized that the tone of his conversation was wrong and quickly changed the topic: "Then, these are our three chasers, Mario, Danny, and Jack. .”
“It’s an acrobatic trio,” Eileen added.
“Don’t call us an acrobatic trio,” the three complained in unison, “and don’t think we can’t hear what you’re saying.”
"If you don't cause trouble, our probability of winning last semester will be increased by at least 20%." Charlie felt a little tired. He had just taken over the position of Quidditch captain, and he very much hoped to make some achievements.
(End of this chapter)