The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Abbott woke up early on Saturday morning, and it was still dark, with the violent storm outside hitting the glass of the window.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low, and Albert shrank his body into the warm quilt, ready to go back to sleep. It was Saturday anyway, and no one would care even if he really slept until noon.

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 the house still shows no sign of abating.

Albert looked up at the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch match would still go on.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch matches don't get cancelled just because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, it's not me who's going to play today." Albert secretly rejoiced that he actually hated the rain, and he really didn't feel that way about watching the game in the rain. 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 the enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were happily chatting about Quidditch, looking forward to today's Quidditch match, not at all unexpectedly raining.

On the table in Gryffindor, Albert was putting a grilled sausage into a slice of bread and took a big bite. He ate it with the steaming corn chowder, and his whole body was instantly warm. stand up.

Compared with Albert, the few people around didn't seem to have much appetite.

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

"It's not you who went up to the competition." Angelina glared at Albert angrily, and couldn't help complaining, "Don't speak nasty words over there."

"You'd better eat something." Albert swept away the corn chowder on the plate and blinked, "Playing in rainy weather takes a lot of energy on the players."

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

"I don't have an appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had already played a game once, her last performance was not very good. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally played as a real player. On the stage of the Quidditch pitch, she was sure she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid nervousness.

"Albert is right, you'd better eat something to maintain your strength." Lee Jordan smeared a thick tomato sauce on the grilled sausage, took a big bite, and said happily, "Otherwise, you won't have the strength to put Bludgers hit the air."

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

"You're welcome."

"I heard you're trying to be a commentator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan stared in surprise, looking at Albert in disbelief. "How did you know that I became a Quidditch commentator?"

This is one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He originally planned to surprise everyone, but he didn't expect it to be revealed by Albert, which made him quite resentful.

"When?" George asked curiously.

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

"What do you say?" Albert smiled without saying a word. In fact, he just said casually, and he doesn't know the actual situation.

For as long as Albert can remember, Lee Jordan has always been a narrator. In other words, the friend of the Weasley twins was the narrator's setting, so he just asked casually, but he didn't expect that he really let himself say it indiscriminately.

Before half past ten,

The Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare in advance, and the rest of the spectators entered before eleven o'clock.

"Together?" Arya invited Albert.

"You go first, I want to go back to the dormitory." Albert made an excuse and left the hall in a hurry, but he did not forget his agreement with Sister McDougall. This matter has been delayed for a long time, let the other party go. Pigeons are not a good idea.

Having said that, Quidditch is still as popular as ever, and even the wind and rain can't stop the school's teachers and students from pouring out.

Albert stood by the window, watching the students run across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch with umbrellas.

"I feel like I must be crazy to give up watching today's Quidditch match for that damn bet?" Katrina McDougall walked towards Albert, not forgetting to complain about it to Albert .

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

"She went back to the common room, and she probably came out when we went there." Katrina said as she walked, "I would agree to make such a bet with you, it's incredible now that I think about it."

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

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

If this were a door, there was no handle, no keyhole, just an old wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Albert curiously reached out and touched the board, turned his head and asked, "There is wood for nearly a thousand years?"

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

What question you can never answer "yes" to.

"This is the first question," Albert said to the girl.

Katrina replied, "Are you asleep?"

"Makes sense," said the voice, and the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened.

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' is the answer," Albert muttered.

On the other side of the door, Isobel stood there, raising his hand to open the door, but he didn't expect the door to open by itself.

Then, she heard Albert's words and replied, "The answer to the eagle ring riddle is not unique."

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