Chapter 224： How would you know? (1/2)

On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early, it was still dark, and the torrential rain outside was hitting the window glass.

”It's cold.” The temperature in the dormitory was very low. Albert shrank his body and nestled in the warm quilt, ready to go back to sleep again, anyway, today is Saturday, even if he really slept until noon, no one would care.

Of course, Albert failed to achieve his wish after all, and was awakened by the sound of Fred and George getting up at 8:30.

Having said that, the heavy rain outside the house still shows no signs of abating.

Albert raised his head and looked out the window. In such bad weather, the Quidditch game will continue.

In Charlie's words: Quidditch games will not be cancelled due to a little rain.

”Fortunately, it is not me who is going to play today.” Albert secretly rejoices that he actually hates the rain. He really doesn't catch a cold for watching the game in the rain. He can only say that his love for Quidditch has not yet reached. That degree.

Because of the rain, the corridors and halls of the castle were all black, with torches and candles lit everywhere. However, none of this can conceal people's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

In the hall, the students were chatting happily about Quidditch. They were looking forward to today's Quidditch competition. It was not unexpected and it was raining.

At Gryffindor’s table, Albert was sandwiching a grilled sausage into a slice of bread, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, with the steaming corn soup on his stomach, his whole body immediately warmed. stand up.

Compared with Albert, the few people around seemed to have no appetite.

”Aren't you nervous enough to eat?” It's not that Albert couldn't understand the nervous emotions of Fred and the others, but he still felt that there was no need to value the outcome of this Quidditch match too much. He didn't care about nature. You won’t be so nervous.

”You're not the one who went up to the game.” Angelina gave Albert a nasty look, and couldn't help complaining, ”Don't talk coldly over there.”

”You better eat something.” Albert swept away the corn soup on the plate and blinked. ”Playing in rainy weather is very exhausting to the players.”

”I don't want to eat anything.” Fred and George murmured

”I don't have an appetite.” Angelina felt terrible. Although she had already played the game once, her performance was not very good last time. After a year of hard work, Angelina finally appeared as a player. On the stage of Quidditch Stadium, she was sure she would perform better than last year, but she still couldn't avoid tension.

”Albert is right. You'd better eat something to keep your strength.” Lee Jordan smeared a thick tomato sauce on the grilled sausage and said happily after taking a big bite. ”Otherwise, there will be no strength The wandering ball hits the air.”

”Thank you really for your concern.” Fred said badly.

”You're welcome.”

”I heard you are trying to be a narrator?” Albert asked tentatively.

”How do you know?” Lee Jordan's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Albert in disbelief. ”How did you know I became a Quidditch commentator?”

This is one of Lee Jordan's greatest secrets. He originally planned to give everyone a surprise, but he didn't expect to be broken by Albert, which made him quite resentful.

”When did it happen?” George asked curiously.

“Not long ago, I passed the test of Professor McGonagall.” Lee Jordan said: “Last year’s commentator Bagno seemed to have become a Ravenclaw player, so I did not encounter too many obstacles and succeeded in becoming the leader. The narrator is here. By the way, when did you find it?”