The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 70 Tired Players
On Sunday morning, the weather was fine.

Albert sat eating in the auditorium, humming an unknown ditty, and put the cut black pudding into his mouth with a fork.

Sheila fluttered her wings, fell between the salad and the sugar bowl, and placed a thick letter within Albert's reach.

"It's hard work." Albert moved several plates of food around, reached out and stroked Sheila's back, took out the owl nut from his pocket and placed it in front of Sheila, then picked up the envelope and opened it, which contained Lu K's letter, Herb and Daisy's letter, and a letter from Nia, with a photo in the envelope of Nia blowing bubbles with Bubble Gum.

"What are you looking at?" Arya came over, sat down opposite and asked curiously.

"A letter from home." Albert folded the letter and put it in his pocket, and after Shera had eaten the nuts, she flew back to the owl shack to rest.

"By the way, Albert, are you going to practice on the court this morning?" Angelina also came over, sat down beside Arya, and continued: "Charlie said there was Quidditch training this morning. Well, He asked me to tell you that it doesn't matter if you can't become a regular player for a while, the team also needs alternate players."

"Oh, it seems that I don't have any reason to refuse." Albert nodded and said, "I'll wake up Fred and the others after I finish eating."

"Don't... We're already up." Fred stretched out his hand to cover a long yawn and greeted everyone: "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Albert." Charlie followed behind George and greeted him with a smile.

"You don't know, Charlie is possessed by the devil, how can he start training early in the morning." George made a secret face at Albert.

Charlie sat next to him and asked, "Will we go together later?"

"Ok."

"Charlie, it's only seven o'clock." A sturdy young man couldn't help complaining, "You're sure we'll start training now."

"Early bird gets the worm."

"Is it bad to eat meat?" Lee Jordan sat down on the other side of Albert, put two pieces of fried meat on his plate, took a bite, and muttered, "What's so good about bugs."

Albert quickly reached out and covered his mouth to avoid squirting the food in his mouth.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Lee Jordan asked Albert with a puzzled wink.

"It's nothing."

"Cough, this is Wood, our goalkeeper." Charlie patted a young man beside him and introduced: "Fred and George, my brother. This is Albert, you didn't see it last time. He flew on a broom, he was a genius. You would never believe that Albert was flying on a broom for the first time, light... nimble..."

Albert turned his head away, although others were bragging about him, but for some reason he always felt embarrassed, especially when everyone around him looked at him.

Angelina was smiling, opening her mouth, and said silently: I didn't expect you to be so powerful!
"Cough cough." Albert coughed lightly, interrupting Charlie's words and asking, "What if we don't have a broom?"

"I have already explained to Professor Hooch that I will borrow some old brooms from the school for you to use." Charlie still reminded him, "Of course, don't expect the brooms to be useful."

After breakfast, everyone left the castle in groups, walked across the dewy grass, and walked along the grass slope to the field.

Along the way, Charlie was introducing old Gryffindor Quidditch players to several newcomers to Albert.

Gryffindor's Quidditch team consists of six men and one woman. Everyone gets along well, and the two batsmen are said to be lovers.

Charlie pointed to the only girl among the regular players and said, "This is Erin the violent hitter."

Erin, a lovely girl who didn't seem like the violence of Charlie's words, smiled at everyone and introduced: "Mark and I are the batsmen on the team, and this year we're at Hogwarts. It's the last year, and don't listen to Charlie's nonsense, I'm not violent at all."

"Haha... I haven't forgotten who was holding a bat last time and knocked that so-and-so off the broom, and was directly suspended by Professor Huo Qi, causing us to lose last semester's game."

"No way, it was just an accident. I just tried harder, but I didn't expect to accidentally hit his leg..."

"You almost broke someone else's bone." Charlie grumbled feebly, "Otherwise, how could Professor Hooch directly suspend you."

"The difference between a fracture and a near fracture is still very big." Erin couldn't help protesting, "Besides, he wanted to knock me off the broom first."

"Hmph." Charlie sneered at this, he didn't forget the contradiction between the two, and continued: "The one next to Erin is her boyfriend, the sinister Mark."

"Hey, Charlie, when am I being insidious." Mark coughed lightly and reached out to shake Albert's hand, "Don't listen to his nonsense. By the way, the somewhat rigid Wood next to him is the team's goalkeeper."

"How can I be rigid." Wood couldn't help protesting.

"In the second game against Ravenclaw last term, you stood there dumbfounded, and missed several ghost balls, like wood, and said you were not dumb." Mark used this skillfully. Wood to divert everyone's attention.

"Cough, at that time..." Wood coughed lightly, "At that time... I was just watching you hit someone's cheek with your elbow, okay?"

"Is there? Well it was just an accident, even Professor Huo Qi thought so."

Accident?

Several others scoffed.

"Okay, who made that guy Kula such a stinky fart, with a look of approving us." Mark said with a displeased face. "Also, at that height, he just broke a little bit, I remember last time the Slytherin batter was even more aggressive, and he gave the Hufflepuff Seeker a nosebleed, and that bastard was just I was warned once, not too lightly or not too seriously."

Albert was a little dumb, is this still the Quidditch I know?

This is actually violent Quidditch!

"Charlie, has anyone died in Quidditch?" Albert asked cautiously.

"Basically none, most serious injuries, and usually get timely treatment." Charlie realized that his words were wrong, and quickly changed the subject: "Then, here are our three Chasers, Mario, Danny, and Jack. ."

"It's an acrobatic trio," Erin added.

"Don't call us the acrobatic trio," the three of them complained in unison. "Also, don't think we can't hear what you're saying."

"If you don't make trouble, our probability of winning last term will increase by at least [-]%." Charlie felt a little tired. He had just taken over the position of Quidditch captain, and he hoped to make some achievements.

(End of this chapter)