Chapter 787： to arrange

Chapter 787 to arrange

After the Easter holiday ended, the castle was silently shrouded in a dull atmosphere. Most of the students used the Easter holidays to do homework during the holidays, and they had no time to review the final exam. Just after the Easter holiday, they suddenly found that the final exam was only one month away from them, and they felt even more worried. Depressed.

Not only the final exam, but also the Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Slytherin is approaching with the end of the Easter holiday. This final to determine the Quidditch champion will be held on the first day after the holiday The weekend begins.

On the eve of the game, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room was very depressing, and the noisy environment revealed anxiety and uneasiness.

The players were sitting in armchairs in the corner of the lounge, drinking butterbeer and eating desserts on the table, discussing the tactics that might be used tomorrow and how to attack the weaknesses of the Slytherin team.

Just beating the Slytherin team is not enough, they must lead the Slytherin team by more than 50 points, and they can win the final Quidditch trophy after catching the Golden Snitch, so Angelina, Aliya and Katie are looking for Golfers became the focus of this discussion.

Fred and George thought that Wood had overlooked one thing. They thought that the Slytherin team would definitely use all kinds of despicable means to prevent them from winning, so they should use Transylvania fake moves to fight back forcefully, not at all. They need to be polite.

When Albert took Tom downstairs for a briefing, he could naturally feel everyone's anxiety, but some things were difficult to understand, and in the end they could only be attributed to the so-called atmosphere. Even Hermione was infected by this atmosphere and put down the book.

"I can't concentrate on reading." Hermione closed the book and said to Albert who was teasing the cat next to her.

"It's too noisy here, if you want to read, you should go back to the dormitory?" Albert gently stroked Tom's little head and said.

"No, that's not the reason." Hermione shook her head and said, "I feel irritable and a little nervous."

"It's not you playing the game, why are you nervous?"

"I hope Harry can defeat Malfoy and win the championship for the Gryffindor team." Hermione suddenly hoped that Crookshanks was by her side. She reached out to Tom, scratched the root of Tom's ear, and said to Albert: "If I lose to the Slytherin team, to people like Malfoy, I will definitely not be able to bear it."

"You should trust Harry and everyone. They have been training hard and desperately wanting to win the competition." Albert comforted softly, "Besides, Potter has a Firebolt, and he completely crushed Mal on the broomstick." blessing."

"You are very calm." Hermione felt that Albert didn't care much about the outcome of tomorrow's Quidditch match.

"Because I believe Harry will bring victory to Gryffindor College." Albert said calmly.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you can predict the outcome of the match." Hermione muttered softly, "It seems that Gryffindor should win in the end."

For some unknown reason, Hermione's mood suddenly improved.

"By the way, your Crookshanks can catch mice, right?" Albert felt that Hermione seemed to have made up something in his own head, and changed the subject.

Hermione looked at Albert suspiciously, not understanding what he was doing with this matter, so she waited quietly for him to continue.

"Hagrid's hut seems to have a lot of mice. He asked me to borrow Tom last time, saying he wanted Tom to help catch mice." Albert continued, "However, my Tom can't catch mice."

"Does your Tom know how to catch mice?" It was hard for Hermione to imagine that a cat didn't know how to catch mice.

"Tom will only act like a baby to me all day long." Albert reached out and tapped Tom's head lightly, ignoring its protests, and then reached out to touch Tom's fat belly, "However, for me, this is That's enough, I don't need Tom to catch mice, I'll keep it anyway, the meaning of keeping a pet is more about companionship."

Hermione felt that Albert's Tom was abandoned by him, but one thing is undeniable, Tom is cuter than her Crookshanks, and he is better at being cute and coquettish, which is very attractive to girls . Of course, Hermione actually agrees with Albert's sentence: the meaning of keeping pets is more about companionship.

"When is Hagrid going to use cats?" Hermione asked, "How about I send Crookshanks over to help catch mice sometime?"

"I'll ask Hagrid about it next time I run into him, because the cat might mess up Hagrid's hut when he's catching mice."

"Don't worry, Crookshanks is very smart." Hermione did not know where to fish Crookshanks, smoothed his hair, and said: "I will send you to Hagrid in a few days , when the time comes, we must seriously catch mice."

"I think Hagrid will be very happy."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Albert's mouth, and he was going to arrange the mouse Peter.

After Albert dismantled the plot of Buckbeak, he was already preparing to arrange the remaining things clearly so that the plot of the dog and the mouse would not get out of control. After all, it was related to Albert's mission rewards, and There's a lot of Galleons, um, and Blake's innocence by the way, and he absolutely doesn't allow the situation to get out of his control.

"It's finally over, I really don't understand why Wood said these things before the game." Fred took a sip of butterbeer in his mouth and couldn't help complaining.

Wood is completely adding pressure to them.

"Where did you get the butter beer?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"I bought it during the wizarding card competition last time, and there is still a bucket left. I originally planned to keep it to celebrate after the exam." George explained,

The method proposed by Albert is very effective. Drink some butter beer, add some snacks, and talk about some light-hearted topics. The whole person relaxes a lot, and there will be no such great psychological pressure. .

As for the game, they actually didn't agree with Wood's tactics. Using Transylvania fake moves is undoubtedly the best way. Even Albert agrees with his tactics. From the Twins' point of view, the Slytherins were absolutely going to do anything, and they didn't need a Transylvanian feint that would get them a free throw, because the opponent might have done more than they did.

"By the way, have you placed your bet?" Fred said suddenly, "We all bet on Gryffindor to win."

"Aren't you afraid that you won't get the money back if you win?" Albert shrugged. "Anyway, Slytherin's credit is not very good. God knows if they won't give the money after they lose."

"That **** Kenneth said you bet ten Galleons." George narrowed his eyes slightly, as if realizing that he had been tricked.

"That guy is bluffing people around with your name. Fortunately, we only bet a few Sickles. Even if we really don't want to come back, we will lose a lot." Fred and George realized that they were fooled by that bastard, and their faces were not very happy. nice.

"Will you get back the money if you win?" Ron next to him looked paler than usual, and he also placed a bet, and he also bet all the Sickles in his pocket.

(end of this chapter)