Hardcore Spoilers

As night fell, Albert returned from the kitchen, carrying a steaming late-night snack, and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password."

Pumpkin Pie.

Albert and others waited until the entrance opened, then immediately went into the Gryffindor Common Room.

The surrounding noise immediately filled his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch Match, and the topic that was originally related to Professor Smith was completely forgotten. Few people really cared about Rowena Smith's life or death.

He glanced around, then walked over to Lee Jordan, who was buried in his books doing his homework. He casually placed the oil paper bag containing hot Pumpkin Pie in front of him, his gaze sweeping across the Common Room and landing on the group of people in the corner.

Charlie was squatting in front of a model Quidditch Pitch, using his wand to direct the little figures on the pitch while muttering to himself, explaining the tactics he might use tomorrow to his teammates.

"How did the date go?" Lee Jordan asked, opening the oil paper bag. "I thought you'd be back late at night."

The girls nearby all pricked up their ears, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two. Everyone was curious about who Albert had fallen for.

"I remember you didn't seem to like eating this..."

Albert smiled and slapped Lee Jordan's hand away, took the oil paper bag from in front of him, and turned to talk to Shanna was also doing her homework.

Want to grab a late-night snack?

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag Albert handed her, took out a steaming Pumpkin Pie from it, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get this? It's still warm."

"The House-elf just made this; freshly baked Pumpkin Pie are even more delicious." Albert drew his wand and waved it. Milk Tea Powder automatically poured into the cup, brewed, and then flew to him and Shanna.

"Family Magic? That looks really convenient." Shanna smiled, took a sip of her milk tea, and happily took a bite of the Pumpkin Pie. "I didn't expect you would actually go out of your way to learn Family Magic."

"Ahem, Albert, I was under Balderdash Curse just now, please don't mind." Lee Jordan stared intently at the oil paper bag and immediately apologized.

"Milk tea made with magic doesn't taste as good as homemade milk tea. It's just for convenience." Albert took a sip of milk tea, ignoring Lee Jordan next to him.

This bastard is planning to spread rumors about him and even wants to eat the late-night snack he brought back.

"I've never heard of any Balderdash Curse!" Fred said with a grin, putting his arm around Lee Jordan's shoulder.

"Besides, I feel like there's no room for you here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, which indeed contained only two Pumpkin Pie. He then smiled and shared them with Fred.

Upon hearing this, Shanna looked down at her Pumpkin Pie and instantly understood what was going on. She quickly gave Lee Jordan an apologetic look.

"Is Charlie finished speaking?" Albert asked in return.

"That's all," Fred sighed. "It didn't seem very useful. Luckily, Hufflepuff Team isn't strong; they should be able to win tomorrow."

"If I lose face again, I won't be able to get over it."

Albert knows that tomorrow is their last Quidditch Match of the season, and Gryffindor Team will face Hufflepuff Team for the title of worst team of the season.

"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can't keep making excuses. Wood will definitely let you join the team," George said suddenly to Albert, taking a bite of Pumpkin Pie.

A good Seeker can usually bring victory to the team.

Albert had already proven his talent for flying, and with Charlie gone, he needed to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood can find an even better Seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.

He did like flying, but he didn't really like Quidditch training, and his time was very limited, especially in his third year. Twelve courses were no joke; where would he find the time to play Quidditch? "I haven't found anything more suitable," Wood said irritably.

"I mean the new students."

"Have you forgotten? Freshmen aren't allowed to participate in the competition," Fred reminded him.

"There are always exceptions. Didn't we participate in the competition when we were in first grade?" Albert pointed out.

"I always felt like you were being a bit mysterious." Lee Jordan was annoyed because he hadn't gotten any late-night snacks. "Just say what you have to say, don't keep everyone guessing."

"Next school year, Hogwarts will have a very famous new student enrolling," Albert said mysteriously.

"Who?" Shanna asked.

"You guys didn't know?" Albert looked at everyone in disbelief.

"Harry Potter?" George suddenly asked.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded him. "Today, I saw the name of the Savior in a book, and after calculating the time, Harry Potter should be almost of school age."

"You think Potter is good at Quidditch?" Fred stared wide-eyed, looking Albert up and down, as if wondering if the guy was just spouting nonsense to fool them again.

"If you look Trophy Room, you'll find quite a few Quidditch Cup left behind by James Potter when he was in school," Albert reminded her.

"I didn't notice."

"Me too."

Albert gestured to them that if they didn't believe him, they could go to the Trophy Room right now.

"What does this have to do with the Savior's Quidditch?" Shanna was even more puzzled. "And do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Wizards are all about genetics." Albert's expression was strange. "James Potter is in Gryffindor, and Harry Potter will probably be in Gryffindor too, and he might even be good at flying."

"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, right?" Lee Jordan bluntly exposed Albert's little scheme.

Wood immediately fixed his gaze on Albert.

"Next semester, I have Twelve courses to take. Where will I find the time to play Quidditch?" Albert said irritably, without feeling embarrassed that his idea had been exposed, because it was the truth.

"Twelve courses?" Wood's voice became shrill.

"Although I think you're talking nonsense, it sounds like there's some truth to it." Fred finished his Pumpkin Pie, patted Wood on the shoulder to comfort him, and said, "Maybe Harry Potter really is good at flying."

"Go to sleep. Play well tomorrow and don't lose the game again."

Charlie came over and told everyone to go back and rest. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that they had to win a game no matter what, and they absolutely could not lose too badly.

"I don't think it matters even if we lose, since we're already out of the running for the Championship Trophy," George told Albert after returning to his dorm.

In fact, the Gryffindor Team players were very frustrated. They had been training very hard, but their results were still not good. They were also under a lot of pressure from the public, with many people saying that they were selected for the team through connections and that they had ruined what was originally a good team.