Chapter 318: Hardcore Spoilers

Night had fallen, and Albert had just returned from the kitchen, carrying a bag of piping hot late-night snacks. He stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password."

"Pumpkin Pie."

Upon entry, Albert immediately walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, where the noise of conversation flooded his ears. Everyone was discussing tomorrow's Quidditch match, and the topic related to Professor Smith was completely forgotten. Few were truly concerned about Rowena Smith's fate.

He looked around and walked toward Lee Jordan, who was buried in a pile of homework. He casually placed the bag of warm pumpkin pie in front of Lee Jordan and swept his gaze across the common room, landing on the group of people huddled in a corner.

Charlie was crouched in front of a model Quidditch pitch, using his wand to command miniature figures to move on the field. He was continuously babbling, explaining tactics that might be used tomorrow to his teammates.

"Is your date going well?" Lee Jordan opened the bag, unable to resist teasing. "I thought you might not be back until midnight."

Several girls nearby pricked up their ears, eavesdropping on their conversation. Everyone was curious about who Albert had taken a liking to.

"I remember you don't like these..."

Albert playfully swatted away Lee Jordan's hand, moving the bag of pie away from him. He turned his head and spoke to Shanna, who was also doing her homework.

"Would you like some late-night snacks?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, then took the bag that Albert handed to her. She pulled out a piece of pumpkin pie that was still steaming and looked at Albert in surprise. "Where did you get this? It's still warm."

"Just made by our house elf, freshly out of the oven. Pumpkin pie straight out of the oven is even more delicious," Albert waved his wand, causing powdered tea to pour into a cup, then it floated over to him and Shanna after brewing.

"Household magic? It looks very convenient." Shanna took a sip of her tea, happiness evident on her face as she took a bite of the warm pumpkin pie. "I didn't expect you to actually learn household magic."

"Cough, Albert, I was hit by the Nonsense Charm earlier. Please don't mind." Lee Jordan's eyes were fixed on the bag, immediately apologizing for his mistake.

"Tea brewed with magic doesn't taste as good as making it yourself. It's just for the convenience," Albert took a sip of his tea, paying no attention to Lee Jordan beside him.

This rascal intended to spread rumors about him. He even wanted to eat the late-night snacks he brought back.

"I've never heard of any Nonsense Charm!" Fred put his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder, grinning mischievously.

"Besides, I don't think you're included here anymore!" George took the bag from Albert, revealing that there were only two pieces of pumpkin pie left inside. He smiled as he split them with Fred.

Shanna, upon hearing this, looked down at her own piece of pumpkin pie and immediately understood what was going on. She quickly shot an apologetic glance at Lee Jordan.

"Has Charlie finished explaining?" Albert asked in response.

"He's done," Fred sighed lightly. "Doesn't seem very useful. Luckily, Hufflepuff isn't strong, so we should win tomorrow."

"If we lose again, it's going to be embarrassing."

Albert knew that tomorrow would be the last Quidditch match of the season for them. Gryffindor would compete against Hufflepuff for the title of the worst team of the semester.

"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you won't be able to avoid it. Wood will definitely get you on the team," George took a bite of the pumpkin pie, suddenly telling Albert.

A skilled Seeker could usually bring victory to the team.

Albert had already proven his talent in flying. After Charlie left, he would need to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood will find a better Seeker next year?" Albert said with a grin.

He loved flying, that was true, but he didn't particularly enjoy Quidditch training. Besides, his time was limited, especially when he was in his third year. Twelve subjects weren't a joke, and he hardly had time to play Quidditch.

"I haven't found anyone better," Wood replied, annoyed.

"I meant among the new students."

"Don't you remember? First-years aren't allowed to play in matches," Fred reminded.

"There are always exceptions. Didn't we play in our first year?" Albert pointed out.

"I always feel like you're being all mysterious," Lee Jordan, frustrated from not getting any snacks, chimed in. "Just say it, don't make us guess."

"Next year, Hogwarts will have a very famous new student," Albert said mysteriously.

"Who?" Shanna asked.

"You guys don't know?" Albert looked at everyone in disbelief.

"Harry Potter?" George suddenly said.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded them. "Today, I saw the name of the Chosen One in a book, and considering the time, Harry Potter should be close to the age for enrollment."

"Do you think Potter will be good at Quidditch?" Fred widened his eyes, scrutinizing Albert, wondering if he was making things up to fool them again.

"If you've been paying attention, you'd notice that the Quidditch cups won by James Potter are displayed in the trophy room," Albert reminded them.

"We haven't noticed."

"Neither have I."

Albert gestured for them to go check the trophy room if they didn't believe him.

"What does that have to do with the Chosen One being good at Quidditch?" Shanna was even more puzzled. "And do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

Wizards believe in inheritance," Albert said with a strange expression. "James Potter was in Gryffindor, so Harry Potter should also be in Gryffindor, and he might even be good at flying."

"In fact, you don't want to join the Quidditch team yourself, do you?" Lee Jordan bluntly exposed Albert's ulterior motives.

Wood immediately stared at Albert.

"Next term, I'll be taking twelve subjects. Where will I find the time to play Quidditch?" Albert said irritably, not feeling embarrassed that his intentions were revealed, because it was the truth.

"Twelve subjects?" Wood's voice turned sharp.

"Although I think you're talking nonsense, it sounds somewhat reasonable," Fred consoled Wood, patting his shoulder after finishing the pumpkin pie. "Maybe Harry Potter really is skilled at flying."

"Go to bed, sleep well, and play well tomorrow. Don't lose again," Charlie came over and told everyone to rest before leaving. He emphasized that they must win the next match, no matter what, and not lose so embarrassingly.

"I think it doesn't matter if we lose. We can't get the championship cup anyway," George told Albert after returning to the dormitory.

In truth, the Gryffindor team members were all frustrated. They had been working hard in training, but their performance was still lackluster. The pressure from public opinion was significant; many people said they were only on the team due to their connections, which had ruined what used to be a decent team.

(End of this chapter)

*Vote Stones Plz*

You can read +254 advanced chapters on my P@treon page for just 4$ !!

P@treon.com/young_sunlight

Collection/Tags is : TDSH

(End of this chapter)