Bab 100: Chapter 100: His Tooth
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Upon returning to the locker room, Albert immediately used a drying charm on himself to dry off the rainwater.
"Put the removed gear and Quidditch robes in the basket," Charlie pointed to a large basket in the corner as a reminder. "By the way, we should all go to Madam Pomfrey at the infirmary later and get some preventive cold potions. Don't catch a real cold from being soaked in the rain."
"In fact, you want to go and see those unfortunate Slytherins and disgust them, right?" Eileen immediately guessed Charlie's wicked intentions.
"Jack should also let Madam Pomfrey check him out. He took quite a tumble just now," Danny coughed lightly as a reminder.
"And it's all your fault," Jack complained loudly.
"How did you manage to dry your clothes like that?" Wood noticed that Albert was preparing to put on a winter cloak and was quite surprised.
"Of course, I used the drying charm," Albert noticed the puzzled looks of the others and asked in return, "You... don't know?"
The few of them exchanged glances, realizing that none of them knew the drying charm.
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"There are records about the drying charm in 'Practical Household Magic'," Albert looked at the suddenly quiet locker room and mentioned the book that Professor Flitwick had recommended he read. Of course, he hadn't actually read the book himself.
"You actually read books like that?" Eileen looked at Albert with astonishment.
"Isn't magic supposed to make things easier?" Albert rubbed his nose and said, "I feel like I'm about to catch a cold."
"Achoo!" Mario sneezed and complained, "Let's get back to the castle. I want to take a hot bath first."
"Thank you," Eileen said with a smile.
After using the drying charm to dry everyone's clothes, Albert and the others returned to the castle together.
Upon arriving at the second-floor corridor of the castle's infirmary, they found a large crowd had already gathered. These were the spectators who braved the rain to watch the Quidditch match, most of them were drenched and had come to Madam Pomfrey for some preventive cold potions.
The arrival of the Gryffindor team attracted the attention of the crowd, and the crowded people made way for them.
Charlie smiled and greeted acquaintances as he led the team into the infirmary.
Madam Pomfrey was busy distributing potions to the patients when Charlie greeted her and pretended to help Jack onto a bed. He also gave a malicious smile to the Slytherin player in the neighboring bed. Albert understood their lip reading: "We won!"
"Madam Pomfrey, we also need some potions to prevent everyone from catching a cold after being soaked in the rain," Eileen said to the approaching matron.
"They're on the table, one small cup each. Help yourselves," Madam Pomfrey replied as she came to examine Jack's injuries, complaining about how chaotic their match was and how they deserved to get hurt.
In less than a minute, she had healed Jack's injuries.
While they were drinking the preventive cold potions, the members of the Slytherin team also arrived, and the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.
"Alright, don't crowd in here," Madam Pomfrey shooed Charlie and his group out of the ward. Albert immediately noticed Wiky, the substitute goalkeeper whose tooth he had knocked out, and the two unlucky individuals who had tried to intercept him but failed to stop their brooms in time and crashed into the spectator stands. They were being supported by other team members and seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
"Oh, and that guy who threw a bat at you has been put in detention by Professor McGonagall," Mark suddenly turned around and made a face at someone's back before leaving the ward. "The bat he threw hit someone, and he, along with the other unfortunate guy who tried to stop you, couldn't stop in time and crashed into the Slytherin stands, injuring several people..."
Mark's voice was loud enough for everyone in the infirmary to hear, and the student who was receiving potions next to them couldn't help but burst into laughter at his words.
The Slytherin team turned around collectively, glaring angrily. If they weren't in the infirmary, they might have started a fight.
"What's with the missing tooth in your mouth? How did you lose a few of them? Is it not a big deal?" Danny's gaze fell on Wiky, the substitute goalkeeper, as he fought back a smile and asked.
"Cough, let's go," Charlie hurriedly pushed everyone and led them out of the infirmary.
"I really hope Madam Pomfrey doesn't replace his tooth and let him keep leaking air while speaking," Fred couldn't help but burst into laughter. "By the way, who did it? It was so cool."
"It seems like it was knocked out by Albert," Jack said, and before he could finish his sentence, he burst into laughter on his own.
"Don't look at me. He knocked it out by himself when he collided with my elbow," Albert said innocently, "I was focused on the Snitch at that time. I didn't have time to hit him. For some reason, he just insisted on colliding with my elbow. It still hurts a bit there."
"Maybe he has a strange illness that makes him uncomfortable if he doesn't get hit in the face. Let's hope Madam Pomfrey can cure him," George put on a pitying expression that amused everyone.
"Let's go, let's celebrate this victory."
"We'll go to the kitchen and try our luck with some food," George and Fred prepared to go to the kitchen.
"No need, Professor McGonagall has already prepared it for you!" Jordan suddenly appeared from around the corner without any warning and patted Albert's shoulder forcefully. "I saw it all. You knocked out the Slytherin goalkeeper's teeth."
"He knocked them out himself," Albert corrected.
"None of you noticed how Snape's face looked when you caught the Snitch. It was as if someone had smeared something on his face..." Jordan's voice abruptly stopped as he saw Albert raising a finger, gesturing him not to speak. He quickly looked around and realized that Snape wasn't nearby, then couldn't help but lightly punch Albert's shoulder with his fist.
The others couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Of course, the only unhappy person in the corridor was probably Filch. The caretaker stood at the entrance of the infirmary with a mop and bucket, looking over with a malevolent gaze. Filch maintained order while waiting for the students to disperse, so he could clean the muddy footprints all over the corridor.
Just as everyone returned to the common room, a loud cheer erupted. People saw Albert and started shouting his name. Some were even eager to pull him in.
On the table in the common room, there were cakes, pies, candies, and a large jug of pumpkin juice. Many people gathered around Albert, urging him to tell the thrilling scene of catching the Golden Snitch and mentioning the incident where he supposedly knocked out the Slytherin goalkeeper's teeth.
However, Albert insisted that it was the Slytherin substitute goalkeeper who accidentally knocked his teeth out with his own elbow.
He was a good person, how could he do such a thing?
Finally freeing himself from the crowd, Albert took a small plate with a cake and sat on a corner armchair.
"Not bad, I didn't expect your Quidditch skills to be quite impressive," Field commented, propping his chin with one hand. "If you were a bit older, I couldn't resist chasing after you."
Albert immediately felt awkward. Were all foreign girls like this?
Of course, he knew that Field was just teasing him, so he quietly retorted, "Actually, I don't really like girls who are older than me!"
"Older?" Field couldn't help but roll his eyes at Albert, changing the subject. "How is your summoning spell going?"
"It's going well. I'm currently trying to summon other things," Albert thought about his progress in learning summoning spells and nodded satisfactorily. "In a while, I'll be able to successfully summon an umbrella."
"Why would you summon an umbrella?" Field asked, puzzled.
"Of course, it's so I don't have to carry an umbrella when it rains in the future," Albert said seriously. "The UK is a rainy country. Sometimes I go out without an umbrella and end up getting soaked when I come back."
Field: "..." It sounded like a reasonable idea.
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