Chapter 401： 1 pile of crooks (1/2)

As eleven o'clock gradually approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium.

After arriving at the Quidditch stadium, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and went directly to the commentator's stand. He will also serve as the commentator for the Quidditch game under the supervision of Professor McGonagall later.

”Let's go find a seat too.” Shanna said to Albert with her head turned.

The two of them walked towards the area where Gryffindor students gathered together, preparing to pick an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw that in the top row, someone was trying to put one with the words ”Porter must win”. The sheets hang up.

”It seems that our savior also has his own supporters.” Albert said with a smile.

”It should be Potter's roommate. The big lion is well drawn.” Shanna raised her binoculars, observed the flashing colors on the banner, and smiled and said to Albert: ”Gryffindor College may appear again. A genius.”

Shanna did not see other senior students, which means that this banner may be the work of first-year students. Apart from Albert in their class, it is estimated that no one can achieve this level within a few months.

”Reluctantly.” Albert smiled and pulled out his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted, the lion roared suddenly.

”It's better this way, isn't it.” Albert winked at Shanna as if he had succeeded in a prank.

”You scared them.”

Shanna looked at the people who were startled by the roar of the lion, and couldn't help but chuckled.

”What's the matter, how did you do it?” Ron raised his head and looked at the banner that issued a lion roar from time to time, and looked at Hermione beside him in shock.

Not only him, but even Harry's roommates looked at Hermione in surprise.

”I didn't do it.” Hermione didn't figure out what was going on either.

Amid the roar of the Lions, Quidditch players from both sides came on the court one after another, and Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously to announce the game officially began.

After some time, Angelina scored the first goal amidst the cheers of the Gryffindors and the roar of the Slytherins.

As Gryffindor took the lead in scoring, the game started to become less friendly.

Everyone is accustomed to this kind of game atmosphere, and there are always a few less friendly matches in Quidditch every year.

This time Gryffindor suffered a lot. Their pursuit hands were all girls, and they were weaker when they attacked each other privately. Fred and George were obviously not enough.

The Slytherin team quickly regained its disadvantage and began to take the lead in points.

Albert is not surprised at all. Sometimes you are not dark enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress your opponents, you can only use black methods.

Gryffindor couldn't do the former and didn't choose the latter, so when he encountered the black hand of the Slytherin team, he could only be hung up and hit by the opponent.

Amidst the angry roar of the Gryffindor students, Albert took out the communication bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the text on it, got up and walked to the side, angry because of the despicable methods of the Slytherin team. The Gryffindor students did not notice Albert's departure at all.

Albert found Isabel who was watching the game with binoculars in a remote corner where there were basically no people.

He walked directly over, sat down beside the girl, smiled and asked, ”Do you think the Gryffindor team will win?”

”I heard people say that you think Harry Potter will catch the Snitch and win the game for Gryffindor.” Isabel put down his binoculars, looked at Albert beside him, and said softly, ”They I believe you.”

”People always need a little confidence. You know, sometimes self-confidence is very important. It allows everyone to fully demonstrate their abilities, and I happen to be able to bring them confidence.” Albert reached out and grabbed Isabel's hand. , Gently stroked the white palm, and asked with a smile, ”Do you feel more confident than before?”

Isobel couldn't help rolling his eyes at Albert.

”It can improve morale easily and effectively, why not do it?” Albert smiled and raised the binoculars hanging around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.

The savior was high in the sky, moving around looking for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.