Chapter 25： future players

Chapter 25 Future players

"Speaking of Filch like a big devil." Albert felt very funny about the twins' evaluation of Filch, a bit like the immediate sense of the former students who regarded the strict dormitory aunt as an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said seriously. "Even people like Percy have said that. I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it."

"What is a person like Lian Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really okay to say that about your family?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out his pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and turned to look at the time. The three said, "Okay, it's almost time. Go to the hall to have breakfast first, and then, walk around the castle."

This time, they took the same road that 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 I arrived at the foyer smoothly.

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

"We are probably the first ones to get up." George Weasley was cutting the potatoes on the plate with a knife, looked up at the empty auditorium, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't even remember the last time I got up so early What time is it?"

"Three years ago," Fred said suddenly.

"You still remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief, "Could it be a guess?"

"Of course I guessed." Fred couldn't help laughing, "You really mean it?"

"It really is like this."

"What are you painting?" Li Kan asked.

"Record the place we just walked, I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert flipped the parchment and let them see the content on it.

"I'm more curious about what that is in your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen. He found that Albert had been drawing, but he hadn't touched the ink, which was very abnormal.

"What are you talking about? Fountain pens, Muggles use it to write, quills can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use." Albert handed his pen to Fred, this is Herb Bought for his birthday present, although not a good one, but it has been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill," said Fred, 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 be used for a long time." Albert handed the parchment in front of the three of them. There are two doors leading to the basement, the one on the left leads to the kitchen (the one on the left coming down the stairs), and the one on the right leads to my I haven’t been there yet, the kitchen is probably here, the entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruit, and a doorknob will appear when you touch a big pear.”

"You recorded it in detail." Li took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that he should be able to find it if he went there. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "We will go to the kitchen later. where?"

"I'm going to find out the specific location of the classroom first, so that I won't find the way next time." Albert put away the parchment George handed back and said, "Then, stop by and see if you can find secret passages, these secret passages Often hidden behind tapestries, behind stone carvings, behind stone walls, even behind pictures."

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

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords, or touch certain special locations." Albert shook his head and said, "I was able to find the kitchen only by touching the portrait once before I found the entrance by accident. "

"Why, do you think that painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded from the side, and Albert turned his head to look over. It was Angelina, a freshman from the same college, who had a few words with him last night.

"Of course it is because it is too suspicious. The size of the fruit portrait is almost the same as that of the fat lady. It seems to tell everyone that there is a secret passage here." Albert said in a natural tone.

"Oh!" After listening to the four people, they couldn't understand Albert's thinking logic.

However, the facts are clear, and Albert's guess is correct.

In other words, this guy has a really good brain.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Where's your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my last name." Angelina showed a surprised expression on her face. In fact, even her roommates couldn't remember her name.

After all, you have only met each other not long ago, and you haven't even said a few words, so it's normal if you can't remember.

"My memory has always been good." Albert smiled and introduced: "This is Li, and the other twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I don't know who is who."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No no no, I'm George and he's Fred," retorted the other twin.

"Many twins like to play this kind of trick. They like to wear the same clothes and dress up, making it difficult for people to know who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying towards this side.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert." Li Jordan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert picked up a piece of bread, tore it up and fed it to Sheila who fell on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

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

"I just ate in the kitchen, you can just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "During the weekend, I have something to send home, remember to come to the lobby in the morning. "

Shela called out to show that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet on Albert's desk. However, its accuracy was mediocre, and it almost beat George's pumpkin porridge. If it wasn't for Fred's quick hands, it would have been soaked in the porridge, and then dipped in jam, it would probably be enough to eat.

"Can I borrow it?" Angelina picked up the newspaper and asked, "I want to read 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 grade." Angelina regretted this very much.

"Yes, if there is a shortage of people in Quidditch, and you can get Professor McGonagall to agree." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly, "It is said that the first grade cannot participate in the selection, But there are exceptions, right? Rules are meant to be broken."

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could change Professor McGonagall's mind, "I've already heard that there will be a Chaser graduating from Gryffindor next semester, and I'm going to sign up to try it then. what about you?"

The twins said in unison: "The hitter is better for us."

(end of this chapter)