27 Quidditch Talks

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"It sounds like Filch is a big devil." Albert thought the twins' evaluation of Filch was funny.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said seriously, "Even people like Percy said that. I really can't think of other reasons for not believing that Filch is a devil."

"What is a person like Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really good to say things about your family like that?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time, then turned to face the three. He said, "Well, it's almost time. Let's go to the hall for breakfast first, and then walk around the castle."

This time, they took the road Albert took in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passage. When passing the moving stairs, there was no waiting and they arrived at the great hall smoothly.

When they walked into the great hall for breakfast, the four long tables were basically empty, and the enchanted ceiling was gray like it might rain at any time.

"We are probably the first batch to get up." George was cutting the potatoes on the plate with a kitchen knife, looking up at the empty great hall, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't remember the last time I got up so early. When was it?"

"Three years ago." Fred said suddenly.

"You remember?" George looked at his brother incredulously. "Were you guessing?"

"Of course I guessed it." Fred couldn't help laughing. "Are you serious?"

"What are you doing?" Lee asked.

"I'm recording the place we just walked through. I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert flipped the parchment to show them the content.

"I'm even more curious about the thing in your hand. What is it?" Fred stared at Albert's pen. He found that Albert had been drawing, but he didn't have any ink beside, which was abnormal.

"You mean this? This is a pen. Muggles use it for writing. Quill pens can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use." Albert handed his pen to Fred.

"It feels a bit like a quill." Fred said, looking at the nib.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can last for a long time." Albert handed the parchment paper to the three of them. "We are now in the great hall. From the marble steps to the moving staircase, Filch's office is nearby. There are also two doors leading to the basement. The door on the left leads to the kitchen (the left side from the stairs) and I haven't entered the door to the right. The kitchen is here. The entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruits. A doorknob will appear when you touch the big pear."

"Your record is really detailed." Lee took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "Where should we go now?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so that I won't lose my way to class next time." Albert put up the parchment George handed back and said, "Then, stop by and see if I can find the secret passages. They are usually hidden behind tapestries, stone carvings, stone walls, and even pictures."

"According to you, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After Fred wiped out the baked potatoes on the plate, he was a little eager to try.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords, or touching certain special locations." Albert shook his head. "At the beginning, I could find the kitchen, but I found the entrance by accident because I touched the pear."

"Why, did you think that painting had a secret?" A girl's voice rang from the side, and Albert turned his head to look over, it was Angelina, a freshman from the same college.

Albert had talked with her a little the previous night.

"Of course it was because it was too suspicious. The size of the fruit portrait was almost the same as that of the fat lady. It seemed to be telling everyone that there was a secret passage there." Albert said with a natural tone.

"Oh!" After the four listened, they couldn't understand Albert's logic.

However, it turned out that Albert's guess is correct.

In other words, this guy's brain is really good.

"Angelina, are you alone?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Where is your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my name." Angelina's face showed a surprised expression. In fact, even her roommate could not remember her name.

After all, everyone had only known each other for a while, and it was normal to forget names.

"My memory has always been good." Albert introduced with a smile: "This is Lee, and the twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I can't tell."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No, no, I am George, he is Fred." The other twin retorted.

"A lot of twins like to play this kind of tricks. They like to wear the same clothes and the same dress. It makes people wonder who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying there.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert." Lee reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert took a piece of bread, shredded it, and fed it to Sherabi who was on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, why don't you eat?" Angelina asked suspiciously. She made herself a sandwich.

"I just ate in the kitchen. Just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "On weekends, I have something to send home. Remember to come to the hall in the morning. "

Sherabi called out, indicating that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet at Albert's table. However, its accuracy was so good that it almost went into George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred's hand weren't as nimble, then Albert could have a newspaper which had breakfast.

"Can you lend me a look?" Angelina picked up the newspaper and asked, "I want to see the Quidditch column."

Albert said, "Oh, of course."

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I like it, but it's a pity that I can't participate in the Quidditch selection in the first year." Angelina was very sad about it.

"Yes, but if the team is short of people, you can try to get Professor McGonagall's consent." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, shrugged helplessly, "They said that the first years cannot participate in the selection. But there are always special cases, right? The rules themselves are made to break."

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could make Professor McGonagall change her mind. "I have already found out that next year, one of Gryffindor's chasers will graduate. I am going to sign up and try it out at that time. What about you?"

The twins said in unison: "Being beaters is more suitable for us."