Saving Potter

On Saturday morning, before dawn, Albert was woken up by a noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw the culprit pacing back and forth in the room.

"Ha~"

As Albert covered his mouth to stifle a yawn, he reached for the pocket watch on the bedside table, squinting slightly with the help of the lamp on the table to check the time.

"Ha, what are you doing? It's only 6:30!"

"Sorry, I woke you up."

The door to the room suddenly creaked open, and George, who had just returned from washing up, cast an apologetic glance at the sleepy Albert.

Albert covered his mouth to stifle another yawn. He could understand why Fred, George, and the entire Gryffindor Team didn't want to lose, but...

"Even if you're nervous, it won't help. You should rest and recharge now so you'll have enough energy for the Quidditch Match later."

"Albert is right, you should have confidence in yourselves," Lee Jordan's voice suddenly rang out from the corner of the room.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Albert then noticed Lee Jordan, who had been hiding in the shadows the whole time and had been overlooked by Albert while he was still not fully awake.

"I'm going to be commentating on the game today, so of course I need to dress up nicely." Lee Jordan was fixing his hair in front of the mirror.

To be honest, Albert really didn't know what was so interesting about his curly hair.

"Which girl have you got your eye on? Maybe I can give you some advice on how to win her over." Albert covered his mouth to stifle a yawn and burrowed back into bed. The room was a bit cold; the temperature had dropped sharply recently, and it was already showing signs of snowing outside.

"By the way, how did you manage to win over the prettiest girl in Ravenclaw?" Lee Jordan awkwardly changed the subject, clearly embarrassed that Albert had guessed his thoughts.

"I just asked Isobel if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and that was it," Albert said bluntly. "You should be more confident in yourself; confident guys are more attractive to girls."

"We've already decided on your Christmas present this year. We'll give you a copy of ' The Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches,'" Fred said with a grin after exchanging glances with George. "We gave Albert a copy last year too, and he easily won over the prettiest girl in Ravenclaw."

"Real?"

Lee Jordan raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not believing Fred and George's nonsense.

"The contents of the book are quite useful." Albert poked his head out from under the covers, closed his eyes, and lied. "Originally, I was planning to give you that book as a Christmas present, but it seems that this year I can only give you a giant pack of Bertie Bott's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. If you don't want it, I'll give you a signed copy of Lockhart's book instead?"

"I'd like a super-sized Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, please," Lee Jordan said irritably, eliciting giggles from Fred and George.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be a surprise in this year's Christmas gifts." Albert plans to give everyone a bottle of Glutinous Rice Wine. The House-elf has tried brewing it a few times and has already succeeded in the first stage.

Albert tried it, and it tasted very good.

"We'll look forward to unpacking on Christmas Day. We'll head down now, see you later." The Weasley Twins, dressed and ready, went downstairs for breakfast so as not to disturb Albert's rest any longer.

"I'll remember to go to the stadium to cheer you on." Albert pulled his head back under the covers, intending to go back to sleep.

When he opened his eyes and woke up again, it was already 9:30 in the morning.

After getting dressed and arriving at the Great Hall, he found the Gryffindor Team huddled around the long dining table, each one silent, tense, and anxious, like prisoners who could be sent to the gallows at any moment.

Albert knew that the Gryffindor Team were eager to defeat the Slytherin Team and the Nimbus 2001 that the Slytherin Team had bought with Galleon.

If they lose this Quidditch Match, it would mean that all their efforts and hard work over the past two months have been easily defeated by the opponent using Galleon. Such a cruel reality would undoubtedly deal a serious blow to the team's morale and confidence.

However, sometimes, spending money makes you stronger; that's just how cruel reality is.

But what's even more cruel is that they spent money and still lost the game.

Reality is such a trash game.

Sure enough, under the protagonist's halo of Harry Potter, Malfoy could only tremble in fear.

The true protagonist is someone who can do whatever they want.

During the meal, Albert secretly observed Lockhart, who was eating at the High Table. The Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's smile seemed somewhat forced. Recently, some upsetting things had happened, and Lockhart discovered that he had started losing his hair, a discovery that almost drove him to the brink of collapse.

If I go bald, how will I face my fans?

Of course, Lockhart had no idea that while he was sleeping that night, Albert had sneaked into his room and cut a small tuft of hair from his head, and that the hair on his pillow was something Albert had "accidentally" left behind while collecting hair.

It was truly a sad misunderstanding.

As eleven o'clock approached, Albert and Isobel agreed to go to the Quidditch Pitch together to watch the game.

"You look tired?" Isobel asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Albert yawn as he walked. "Did you stay up late again last night?"

"No, I was woken up this morning. Fred and George were too nervous; they didn't want to lose to Galleon." Albert looked up at the sky. The weather was a bit bad today; there was a faint rumble of thunder, and it could rain at any moment.

"It's a bit unfair, but it's part of the game. It's a reasonable application of the rules. I would probably have done the same," Isobel commented simply.

"Actually, I think so too." Albert followed everyone into the stadium and found an empty seat. "If Gryffindor had all won Nimbus 2001, their opinion would probably be completely different."

"However, they won't lose, because they have Potter." Albert said meaningfully, watching the Gryffindor Team enter the field.

"Because of Potter?" Isobel didn't understand what Albert meant.

The match started quickly with the whistle, and within minutes, Slytherin Team took advantage of Nimbus 2001's speed to score the first goal.

The Malfoy family's financial support for the team was effective, with noticeable results; every Slytherin Team player experienced a surge in confidence.

Gryffindor Team quickly found themselves in a tough fight, overwhelmed by Nimbus 2001's speed, and the score was slowly widening.

"There's something wrong with that Bludger. Someone has put a spell on it," Isobel said, frowning his handsome brows and pointing in Harry Potter's direction.

Just now, Harry Potter used his superb dodging skills to successfully Bludger towards the Slytherin stands, causing chaos there.

"It's no use. The Bludger is meant to run around aimlessly. The playing field is so big, I doubt many people will notice," Albert said calmly. "Besides, even if you raise questions, you'll most likely be ridiculed by the Slytherin Team. If you request an investigation, you'll probably be... disqualified and lose the game. After all, there's no evidence that the Slytherin Team tampered with the Bludger."

Albert remembered that the Bludger seemed to be House-elf in disguise, with the aim of knocking Harry off his Flying Broom, seriously injuring him, and sending him home, hoping to "rescue" Harry from the threat of the Basilisk.

In order to avoid being "saved," Harry Potter is desperately fighting off the Bludger that is hurtling towards him, leading to a chase on the field.

Albert observed the Bludger relentlessly chasing Harry through his Binoculars, thinking that he might make a few similar contraptions someday. If he ever encountered Basilisk, he'd send it flying towards Basilisk eyes; perhaps he could Basilisk. A blind Basilisk would be nothing to fear, and he was confident he could turn the tables.

However, to be honest, the bizarre thought processes of House-elf are truly baffling. No one, really, would like to be saved in this way! This chapter has been revised; I was rushed yesterday, sorry.