Study Days at Hogwarts

On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early. It was still dark in front of his eyes, and the violent storm outside was hitting the glass of the window.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert curled up and nestled in the warm quilt, preparing to go back to sleep. Anyway, today was Saturday, so even if he slept until noon, no one would care.

Of course, Albert failed to do so after all. At about half past eight, he was woken up by the sound of Fred and George getting up.

Having said that, the heavy rain outside still shows no sign of letting up.

Albert looked up and looked out the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch game would still go on.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch matches will not be canceled just because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, I'm not the one who's going to play today." Albert secretly rejoiced. He actually hated getting caught in the rain. He really wasn't interested in watching games in the rain. He could only say that his love for Quidditch had not reached that level yet. To that extent.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were dark, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, none of this can hide people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were chatting happily about Quidditch and were looking forward to today's Quidditch match. They didn't even care that it was still raining outside.

At the Gryffindor table, Albert was putting a piece of grilled sausage into a piece of bread, putting it to his mouth and taking a big bite. He drank it with the steaming corn soup, and his whole body immediately felt warm. stand up.

Compared with Albert, the people around him seemed to have little appetite.

"Aren't you so nervous that you can't eat?" It's not that Albert couldn't understand the nervous mood of Fred and others, but he still felt that there was no need to pay too much attention to the outcome of this Quidditch match. It was natural not to care. You won't be so nervous.

"You're not the one going up to compete." Angelina glared at Albert angrily and couldn't help complaining, "Don't make sarcastic remarks over there."

"You'd better eat something." Albert swept away the corn soup on the plate and winked. "Playing in rainy weather takes a lot of physical energy out of the players."

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

"I have no appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had already had one game experience, her performance last time was not very good. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally appeared as a player. Going on the Quidditch stage, she was sure she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid being nervous.

"Albert is right, you'd better eat something to maintain your strength." Lee Jordan smeared a thick layer of tomato sauce on the grilled sausage, took a big bite, and said happily, "otherwise you won't have the strength to finish it." The Bludger was knocked away."

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

"You're welcome."

"I heard that you are trying to be a commentator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Albert in disbelief, "How did you know that I became a Quidditch commentator?"

This was one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He originally planned to give everyone a surprise, but he didn't expect that Albert would reveal it, which made him quite resentful.

"When did it happen?" George asked curiously.

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

"What do you think?" Albert smiled but said nothing. In fact, he just talked casually and did not understand the actual situation.

For as long as Albert can remember, Lee Jordan has been the commentator. In other words, the friends of the Weasley twins were set up by the narrator, so he asked casually, but to his surprise, he actually got it right.

Before half past ten, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare, and the other spectators entered before eleven o'clock.

"Together?" Aaliyah invited Albert.

"You guys go first, I have to go back to the dormitory." Albert made an excuse casually and left the hall in a hurry. He did not forget his agreement with the McDougal sisters. This matter has been delayed for a long time. Let each other go. Pigeons are not a good idea.

Having said that, the Quidditch game is still as popular as ever. Even if it is windy or rainy, it cannot stop the teachers and students of the school from coming out in full force.

Albert stood by the window and watched the students running across the lawn towards the Quidditch pitch under umbrellas.

"I feel like I must be crazy, giving up going to watch today's Quidditch match for that damn bet?" Katrina McDoug walked towards Albert, not forgetting to complain to Albert about this .

"You should thank me. If it weren't for me, you would still be outside in the rain." Albert retracted his gaze, turned to look at the girl beside him and asked, "Where is Isobel?"

"She went back to the common room. She probably came out when we passed by." Katrina said as she walked: "I would actually agree to make such a bet with you. It feels incredible when I think about it now."

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"Of course you will agree. After all, the bet is 10 Galleons. You can buy a lot of things with this money." Albert reminded kindly.

They walked up the tower in dizzying little circles. Albert had never been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.

If this could be considered a door, it had no handle or keyhole, just an aged wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Albert reached out and touched the wooden board curiously, turned his head and asked, "Is there wood that has existed for nearly a thousand years?"

"How come your focus is different from others?" Katrina said angrily. She reached out and knocked on the door. In the silence, her eagle mouth suddenly opened and she said in a gentle, musical voice:

What question can you never answer “yes” to.

"This is the first question." Albert turned his head and said to the girl.

Katrina replied: "Are you asleep?"

"That makes sense." After the voice said, the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened.

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' can be considered an answer." Albert muttered.

On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising her hand to open the door, but unexpectedly the door opened by itself.

Then, she heard what Albert said and replied smoothly, "The answer to the Eagle Ring riddle is not unique."