How Did You Know?

On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early to find it still dark, with the wind and rain pounding against the windowpanes.

"It's so cold." The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert curled up in the warm blankets, ready to go back to sleep. Anyway, it was Saturday, and no one would care if he slept until noon.

Of course, Albert's wish was not fulfilled in the end. He was woken up around 8:30 by the sound of Fred and George getting up.

That said, the heavy rain outside still shows no signs of letting up.

Albert looked out the window; despite the terrible weather, the Quidditch Match would still continue.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch Match are not canceled because of a little rain.

"Fortunately, I'm not the one playing today." Albert secretly rejoiced. He actually quite disliked getting wet in the rain and wasn't really into watching a game in the rain. It's just that his love for Quidditch hadn't reached that level yet.

Because of the rain, the castle's corridors and halls were pitch black, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, all of this could not dampen people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Inside the hall, the students were excitedly discussing Quidditch, eagerly anticipating today's Quidditch Match, completely oblivious to the rain outside.

At the Gryffindor table, Albert was putting a grilled sausage into a slice of bread, taking a big bite, and then eating it with the still-steaming corn chowder. He felt warm all over.

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

"You guys aren't so nervous that you can't eat anything?" Albert could understand Fred and the others' nervousness, but he still felt that there was no need to take the outcome of this Quidditch Match too seriously. If you don't care, you won't be so nervous.

"It's not you who's going up to compete." Angelina glared at Albert, annoyed, and couldn't help but complain, "Don't make sarcastic remarks over there."

"You'd better eat something." Albert finished his corn chowder in one gulp, then smacked his lips. "Playing in the rain takes a lot out of the players' energy."

"I don't want to eat anything," Fred and George grumbled. "I have no appetite." Angelina felt terrible. Although she had experience playing once before, her performance was not good. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally stepped onto the Quidditch Pitch as a regular player. She was sure she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid feeling nervous.

"Albert is right, you guys better eat something to keep your energy up." Lee Jordan spread a thick layer of Tomato Sauce on a grilled sausage, took a big bite, and said happily, "Otherwise, we won't have the strength to hit the Bludger."

"Thank you for your concern," Fred said irritably.

"You're welcome."

"I heard you're trying your hand at being a commentator?" Albert asked tentatively.

"How did you know?" Lee Jordan stared wide-eyed at Albert in disbelief. "How did you know I became Quidditch commentator?"

This is one of Lee Jordan's biggest secrets. He originally planned to give everyone a surprise, but he didn't expect Albert to reveal it, which made him 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 Bagnold, seems to have become Ravenclaw player, so I didn't encounter too many obstacles and successfully became Quidditch commentator. By the way, when did you find out?"

"What do you think?" Albert smiled without saying a word. Actually, he had just spoken casually and didn't know the actual situation.

In Albert's memory, Lee Jordan was always a commentator. Or rather, the Weasley Twins ' friend was a commentator, which is why he asked casually, and unexpectedly, he found himself to have guessed correctly.

Before 10:30, the Gryffindor Team and Lee Jordan went to the Quidditch Pitch to prepare, while the other spectators entered before 11:00.

"Together?" Aylia invited Albert.

"You guys go ahead, I need to go back to my dorm." Albert made up an excuse and hurriedly left the hall. He hadn't forgotten his promise to the McDougal sisters. This matter had been dragging on for a long time, and standing them up was not a good idea.

That said, Quidditch Match remains as popular as ever, with even wind and rain unable to stop the entire school from turning out in droves.

Albert stood by the window, watching the students run across the lawn with umbrellas toward the Quidditch Pitch.

"I must be crazy to skip watching today's Quidditch Match for that damn bet?" Katrina McDougal walked over to Albert, complaining about it as Albert did so.

"You should thank me. If it weren't for me, you'd still be out in the rain." Albert turned his gaze to the girl beside him and asked, "Where's Isobel?"

"She went back to the Common Room. She was probably out when we got there," Katrina said as they walked. "I can't believe I agreed to make that bet with you."

"Of course you'll agree, after all, the stake is 10 Galleon, and you can use that money to buy quite a lot of things," Albert kindly reminded him.

They walked up the tower, circling in dizzying little loops. Albert had never been here before, and Katrina led him to a door.

If this can be considered a door, it has no handle or keyhole, only an old wooden board with a Bronze Door Knocker shaped like an eagle.

Albert curiously reached out and touched the wooden board, then turned his head and asked, "A piece of wood that's nearly a thousand years old?"

"Why is your focus so different from everyone else's?" Katrina said irritably. She knocked on the door, and in the silence, the Eagle Beak suddenly opened its beak and said in a gentle, musical voice:

What questions can you never answer "yes" to?

"This can be considered the first question," Albert said to the girl, turning his head to her.

Katrina replied, "Are you asleep?"

"That makes sense." As soon as the voice finished speaking, the door to the Ravenclaw Common Room opened.

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

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

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