Chapter 224: How Did You Know?

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On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early to find darkness still surrounding him. The fierce rain and wind outside were relentlessly beating against the windowpanes.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was low, and Albert curled up under the warm blanket, intending to go back to sleep. After all, it was Saturday, and even if he slept until noon, no one would bother him.

Of course, Albert's wish didn't come true as he was awakened around half-past eight by the voices of Fred and George.

The rain outside showed no sign of easing up.

Albert looked out the window. Despite the terrible weather, the Quidditch match was still scheduled to continue. As Charlie put it, a little rain wouldn't cancel a Quidditch match.

"Thank goodness it's not me playing today." Albert secretly felt relieved. He didn't particularly enjoy getting wet in the rain and wasn't too keen on watching a match in such weather either. He could only say that his love for Quidditch hadn't reached that level yet.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were pitch-black, illuminated only by torches and candles. However, none of this dampened the enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the Great Hall, students were chatting excitedly about Quidditch, looking forward to today's match and paying no attention to the rain outside.

At the Gryffindor table, Albert was putting a grilled sausage into a slice of bread and taking a big bite. With some steaming corn chowder on the side, he felt instantly warmed up.

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

"Are you so nervous that you can't eat?" Albert understood Fred and the others' anxiousness, but he still felt that there was no need to attach so much importance to the outcome of this Quidditch match. By not caring, he naturally wouldn't be nervous.

"You're not the one going up to play," Angelina retorted with a little annoyance, giving Albert a glare. "Don't make cynical remarks."

"You'd better eat something," Albert said, finishing his corn chowder and licking his lips. "Playing Quidditch in the rain consumes a lot of energy."

"I don't feel like eating anything," Fred and George grumbled.

"I have no appetite," Angelina said, feeling terrible. Although she had played one match before, her performance wasn't great. After a year of effort, Angelina finally made it to the Quidditch pitch as a regular player, and she was sure she would perform better than last year, but she couldn't avoid feeling nervous.

"Albert is right. You should eat something to keep up your strength," Lee Jordan said, spreading thick tomato sauce on his grilled sausage. After taking a big bite, he looked blissful. "Otherwise, you won't have the energy to send the Bludgers flying."

"Thanks for your concern," Fred said with a hint of sarcasm.

"You're welcome."

"I heard you're trying out as a commentator?" Albert asked Lee tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan widened his eyes in surprise, looking incredulously at Albert. "How did you know I became a Quidditch commentator?"

This was one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He had intended to surprise everyone, but now Albert had spoiled it, leaving him feeling quite resentful.

"When did this happen?" George asked curiously.

"Not long ago. I passed Professor McGonagall's test," Lee Jordan said. "Last year's commentator, Bagman, seems to have become a player for Ravenclaw, so I didn't encounter much resistance and successfully became the Quidditch commentator. By the way, when did you find out?"

"What do you think?" Albert smiled and remained silent. In truth, he had just casually asked without knowing the actual situation.

In Albert's memory, Lee Jordan had always been a commentator. Or rather, it was set that he was a friend of the Weasley twins who served as a commentator. So he just asked casually and didn't expect to accidentally hit the mark.

Before ten-thirty, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch for preparations, while other spectators would enter before eleven.

"Together?" Alicia invited Albert.

"You go ahead; I need to go back to the dormitory for a bit," Albert found an excuse and left the Great Hall in a hurry. He hadn't forgotten his appointment with the MacDougall sisters; it had been postponed for too long, and standing them up wouldn't be a good idea.

Speaking of which, Quidditch matches remained as popular as ever. Even windy and rainy weather couldn't stop the entire school from turning out.

Albert stood by the window, watching the students running towards the Quidditch pitch, carrying umbrellas.

"I feel like I must be crazy, giving up watching today's Quidditch match for that damn wager," Katrina MacDougall walked over to Albert and couldn't help but complain about the situation.

"You should thank me. If it weren't for me, you'd still be out there in the rain," Albert withdrew his gaze from the window and turned to the girl by his side, asking, "Where's Isabelle?"

"She went back to the common room. When we arrived, she probably just left," Katrina said while walking. "I can't believe I agreed to make such a bet with you. It feels unbelievable now that I think about it."

"You agreed because it's a 10-galleon wager, and you can buy quite a few things with that money," Albert kindly reminded her.

They walked up the tower, taking dizzying turns. Albert hadn't been to this place before, but Katrina led him to a door.

If the thing in front of them could be called a door, it had no handle or keyhole. It was just an aged wooden board with a hawk-shaped bronze door knocker on it.

Curiously, Albert reached out and touched the wooden board, then turned to ask, "A piece of wood that has been around for nearly a thousand years?"

"Why is your focus always different from others?" Katrina said irritably. She knocked on the door, and in the silence, the hawk's beak suddenly opened, and a gentle, musical voice spoke:

What question can you never answer with "Yes"?

"This could be considered the first question," Albert said to the girl beside him.

Katrina answered, "Are you asleep?"

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

"Actually, I think 'Are you dead?' could also be an answer," Albert grumbled.

On the other side of the door, Isabelle was standing there, about to open it when the door unexpectedly swung open by itself.

Then, she heard Albert's remark and replied casually, "There is not just one answer to the eagle knocker riddle."

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