Chapter 224： How do you know?

Chapter 224 How do you know?

On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early. It was still dark in front of his eyes, and the storm outside was hitting the glass of the window.

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

Of course, Albert failed to achieve his wish 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 signs of abating.

Albert raised his head and looked out the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch match would still continue.

In Charlie's words: the Quidditch match will not be canceled just because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, I'm not the one who's going to play the game today." Albert secretly rejoiced. He actually hates getting wet in the rain. that level.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were pitch black, and torches and candles were lit everywhere. However, none of this can conceal people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were happily chatting about Quidditch. They were looking forward to today's Quidditch match, and they didn't care that it was still raining outside.

At the Gryffindor dining table, Albert was sandwiching a grilled sausage into a slice of bread, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, served it with the steaming corn soup, and his whole body felt warm immediately stand up.

Compared with Albert, the few people around seem to have no appetite.

"Aren't you so nervous that you can't eat?" 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 will not be so tense.

"It's not you who went up to the competition." Angelina gave Albert an angry look, and couldn't help complaining, "Don't make sarcastic remarks over there."

"You'd better eat something." Albert wiped away the corn soup on the plate, blinked his mouth, "Playing in the rainy weather will consume a lot of energy for 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 one game, her performance was not very good last time. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally landed as a regular player. On the stage of the Quidditch pitch, she was sure that she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid the nervousness.

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

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

"You're welcome."

"I heard that you are trying to be a narrator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How do you know?" Lee Jordan widened his eyes in surprise, and looked at Albert in disbelief. "How do you know that I have become a Quidditch commentator?"

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

"When did it happen?" George asked curiously.

"Not long ago, I passed Professor McGonagall's test." Lee Jordan said: "Last year's commentator Bagnor seemed to have become a Ravenclaw player, so I didn't encounter too many obstacles and successfully became the first It’s the Diqi commentator. By the way, when did you find out?”

"What do you think?" Albert smiled and said nothing. In fact, he just said casually just now, and he didn't understand the actual situation.

In Albert's memory, Lee Jordan has always been the commentator. In other words, the friend of the Weasley twins was set by the narrator, so he just asked casually, but he didn't expect that he really let himself talk nonsense.

Before ten thirty, the Gryffindor team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare in advance, and other spectators entered before eleven o'clock.

"Together?" Alia invited Albert.

"You guys go first, I want to go back to the dormitory." Albert made an excuse casually, and hurriedly left the hall. He did not forget his agreement with Sister McDougal. This matter has been dragged on for a long time, let the other party Pigeons are not a good idea.

Having said that, the Quidditch competition is still as popular as ever. Even the wind and rain can't stop the teachers and students of the whole school from showing up.

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

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

"You should thank me. If it wasn't for me, you would still be in the rain outside." Albert looked away, turned to look at the girl beside him and asked, "Where's Isobel?"

"She's back in the common room. She probably came out when we passed by." Katrina said as she walked, "I would actually agree to make such a bet with you. It's unbelievable to think about it now."

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

They walked up the tower, making dizzying little circles. Albert hadn't been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.

If this was a door at all, it had no handle and no keyhole, just an aged plank with a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

Albert reached out his hand curiously to touch the wood, turned his head and asked, "Wood that has existed for nearly a thousand years?"

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

What questions you can never answer "yes".

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

Katrina replied: "Are you asleep?"

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

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

On the other side of the door, Isobel was standing there, raising his hand to open the door, but unexpectedly the door opened by itself.

Then, she heard Albert's words, and said casually, "The answer to the Eagle Ring riddle is not unique."

(end of this chapter)