Chapter 25： Future players

"It sounds like Filch is like a big devil." Albert thought the twins' evaluation of Filch amused, a bit like the immediate feeling of former students treating the strict housekeeper as an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said seriously, "Even people like Percy said that. I really can't think of other reasons for not believing."

"What is the kind of person like Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really good to say that his family is like this?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out his pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and turned to face The three said, "Well, time is almost up. Go to the hall for breakfast first, and then walk around the castle."

This time, they took the road Albert took in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret road. When passing the moving stairs, there was no waiting and arrived at the hall smoothly.

When I walked into the auditorium to have breakfast, the four long tables were basically empty, and the enchanted ceiling was gray and it might rain at any time.

"We are probably the first batch to get up." George Weasley was cutting the potatoes on the plate with a knife, looking up at the empty auditorium, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't remember the last time I got up so early. When is it?"

"Three years ago." Fred said suddenly.

"You still remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief, "Is it a guess?"

"Of course I guessed." Fred couldn't help laughing. "Are you serious?"

"It really is like this."

"What are you painting?" Li Kan asked.

"Record where we have just walked. I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert flipped the parchment to show them the content.

"I'm even more curious about what's in your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen. He found that Albert had been drawing, but he never got any ink. This was abnormal.

"You mean this? Pen, Muggles use it for writing. Quill pens can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use." Albert handed his pen to Fred. This is Herb The birthday present I bought for him is not a good one, but it has been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill." Fred said, looking at the nib.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill pen. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can last for a long time." Albert handed the parchment paper to the three of them. "We are now in the auditorium. From the marble steps to the moving staircase, Filch’s office is nearby. There are also two doors leading to the basement. The door on the left leads to the kitchen (the left side from the stairs) and I am on the right. Haven't been there yet. The kitchen is probably here. The entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruits, and the doorknob will appear when you touch the big pear."

"Your record is really detailed." Li took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that if he was in the past, he should be able to find it. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "We will go later. where?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so that I won't find my way in class next time." Albert put up the parchment George handed back and said, "Then, stop by and see if we can find the secret roads. It is usually hidden behind tapestries, stone carvings, stone walls, and even pictures."

"According to you, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After Fred wiped out the baked potatoes on the plate, he was a little eager to try.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords or touch certain special locations." Albert shook his head. "At the beginning, I was able to find the kitchen. Or I found the entrance by accident because I touched the portrait. of."

"Why do you think that painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded nearby, and Albert turned his head to look over. It was Angelina, a freshman from the same college, and had a few words last night.

"Of course it is because it is too suspicious. The size of the fruit portrait is almost the same as that of the fat lady. It's like telling everyone that there is a secret road here." Albert said in a natural tone.

"Oh!" After the four listened, they couldn't understand Albert's logic.

However, the facts are that Albert's guess is correct.

In other words, this guy's brain is really good.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Where is your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my last name." Angelina's face showed a surprised expression. In fact, even her roommate could not remember her name.

After all, everyone has only known each other for a while, and they didn’t even say a few words. It’s normal if they can’t remember.

"My memory has always been good." Albert introduced with a smile: "This is Lee, and the twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I don't know who I am."

"This is George, George Weasley."

"No, no, I am George, he is Fred." The other twins retorted.

"Many twins like to play this kind of tricks. They like to wear the same clothes and the same dress. It makes people wonder who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying here.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, UU Read Albert." Li Qiaodan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert picked up a piece of bread, shredded it, and fed it to Sheila who fell on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, don't you eat?" Angelina asked suspiciously. She made herself a sandwich.

"I just ate in the kitchen. Just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "On weekends, I have something to send home. Remember to come to the hall in the morning. "

Xuela yelled, indicating that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet at Albert's table. However, its accuracy is so good that it almost beat George's pumpkin porridge. If it weren't for Fred's fast hand, it would have been soaked in the porridge. Then, if you dip it in jam, you can eat it.

"Can you lend me a look?" Angelina picked up the newspaper and asked, "I want to see the Quidditch column."

Albert said, "Oh, of course."

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I like it, but unfortunately, I can't participate in the Quidditch selection in the first grade." Angelina was very sorry about this.

"Yes, if Quiddly lacks people, you can get Professor McGonagall's consent." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly, "Said that the first grade cannot participate in the selection. But there are always special cases, right? The rules themselves are used to break."

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could make Professor McGonagall change her mind. "I have already found out that next semester, Gryffindor will graduate with a famous golf chaser. I am going to sign up and try it. what about you?"

The twins said in unison: "The batsman is more suitable for us."