Three Against One

The next morning, the moment Albert entered the Great Hall, he sensed that something was off. The air was thick with tension everywhere, like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest touch.

Albert quickly spotted Isobel, decisively grabbed his tray, and made his escape, sitting beside his girlfriend.

"What, are you planning to transfer to Ravenclaw?" Penelope teased with a smile when she saw Albert come over. "I'm sure everyone would welcome you with open arms."

"The tension over there is far too thick. Is there really any need to take a game this far? It's ruining my appetite." Albert ignored Penelope's question and continued eating from his plate, saying maliciously, "They might as well just have a fight right here in the Great Hall. Whoever loses can count it as losing today's match. Once the game starts, they'll probably end up fighting on the pitch anyway."

"I thought you'd support the Gryffindor Team?" Penelope asked with a smile.

"Of course I support them."

But there was very little sincerity in his voice.

"The Slytherin players are built much better than the Gryffindor players. Besides, your team has three girls, so you wouldn't have much of an advantage in a fight," Penelope reminded him with a smile.

"You make an excellent point."

Albert set down his fork and turned to look toward the Slytherin Team. If the two sides really came to blows, Gryffindor truly would not be able to win.

Penelope had not expected Albert to agree with her and froze for a moment before she could not help laughing.

"How are things on your end? Do you want to go watch the Quidditch World Cup together during summer vacation?" After finishing the food on his plate, Albert turned to Isobel, who had finished eating as well.