Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen's impromptu speech is effective. Ravenclaw, who is no longer impetuous and calm, gives people a heavier sense of oppression, just like the darkness before a storm.

The next day, when Ravenclaw's Quidditch players walked into the auditorium, they were greeted with warm applause-Gryffindor and Hufflepuff also applauded the group of Kitty Hawks.

The Slytherins booed loudly as they passed, and Alan saw Malfoy's face paler than usual.

Ravenclaw's team members were treated extremely appropriately, and the little wizards had already vacated their positions, and they thoughtfully did not disturb the team members too much to have breakfast.

The oppressive players did not panic because of the arrival of the game. When they filled their stomachs and set out to familiarize themselves with the situation, everyone clapped again.

When leaving the auditorium, Alan and Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were going to the auditorium to dine in touched.

Harry and Ron had weird faces, and they were obviously worried about the content of Alan and Malfoy's bet.

At the time Harry and Ron just thought that the bet was just a joke, but since the content of the bet got out, everyone smiled strangely when they saw Harry and Ron. This makes them uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Hermione's urging, he would not want to show up in the auditorium at all-think about it, on such a day, as one of the stakes, what kind of attention will be given to the auditorium.

Seeing Ellen, Hermione Granger was able to smile naturally. "Good luck, Ellen!" Hermione looked sincere, but her face flushed because of the rush.

"Thank you, Hermione." Allen tenderly handed a glass of pumpkin juice to Miss Know-it-all, but accidentally touched each other's hands during the delivery-the two of them were stunned for a while before realizing that they should retract their hands.

Harry seemed to understand something, and smirked scornfully. Ron's face became difficult to look, and he didn't understand why he suddenly felt that Alan in front of him was particularly annoying.

"Excellent... I just saw it outside, there is no wind... The sun is a bit bright, it will dazzle your eyes, be careful... the ground is very hard, very good, so take off quickly..." Ravenclaw's Quidditch Captain Roger broke into the dining room out of breath, and walked around the long table at Ravenclaw, looking at one and another, making sure all the players were following.

Finally, they saw the castle gate open, and the whole school crowded the lawn.

"The dressing room." Roger gave an order.

"Members, in another three minutes, it will be the most important battle I have faced since I was at Hogwarts. What we need now is to unite and go all out. In this team, we fight for ourselves and Every team member around us fights for the honor of Ravenclaw."

Roger's firm gaze swept over one team after another. Everyone was full of trust and retaliated with the same firm eyes.

"Please look at the people around you and look into his eyes. I think you will see someone who is willing to work with you for Ravenclaw, and you will see someone who is willing to sacrifice for this team. Because He knows that when you face the same thing, you will do the same thing for him."

Roger paused and continued: "This is the team, gentlemen! We are now going to fight as a team, or die as individuals. This is Quidditch, this is all it is! Now, what should we do? do?"

Roger snarled.

"Break them down completely!" The team members were full of warfare and blood surging.

"set off!"

They walked out of the locker room with an unrelenting aura and walked towards the stadium, with loud noises rushing toward their faces.

Three-quarters of the audience wore blue roses, waved a bronze flag painted with Ravenclaw ravens, or slapped the words "Come on Ravenclaw!" "Eagle wins the cup!" Banner.

Behind Slytherin’s goal post, there are two hundred people wearing green ornaments, and the pattern of silver snakes gleams on their flags—Professor Snape is sitting in the first row, also wearing green ornaments with his face hanging on Sullen smile.

In recent years, Alan has noticed that Slytherin College often has this kind of squeeze out of all other colleges. Although they are actually responsible for themselves in many cases, they are only accustomed to this kind of confrontation. As the administrators of the magic school, there is no intention to improve this abnormal situation. Even the professors themselves are obviously used to it. Thinking of this, Allen frowned and looked at the principal in the stands, "The position of dialogue wizard is too qualified, but it is too good for his job..."

"The Ravenclaw team is on the field! It looks confident! It is worth noting that in this game, Alan Harris will ride the world's most advanced broomstick-Firebolt! Wait, I didn't watch it. Wrong? It is Qiu Zhang who is riding the Firebolt!" Li Jordan, who was the usual commentator, exclaimed, interrupting Alan's thoughts.

There was a commotion on the platform, and everyone probed.

"Well, it makes sense to configure the best broomstick for the seeker. Allen is really generous..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall habitually stabbed Lee Jordan in the waist with a magic wand.

"Professor, can you change places?" Jordan rubbed his waist dissatisfiedly.

Professor McGonagall raised his wand in a gesture, and Lee Jordan immediately turned around to continue the explanation.

"The Slytherin team is also on the field. It is Captain Flint who leads the team. He has made some adjustments to the lineup, and seems to be more focused on size rather than technique—"

Slytherin booed from the stands.

But Allen thinks Lee has some truth. Malfoy is obviously the smallest on their team, and the other players are tall and strong.

"The two captains shook hands!" Ms. Huo Qi said.

Flint and Roger stepped forward and shook hands tightly, as if they both wanted to pinch off each other's fingers~www.NovelMTL.com~ridden on the broomstick! "Ms. Huo Qi said, "Three...two...one..."

Her whistle was drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and fourteen broomsticks rose into the sky.

Malfoy smiled defiantly at Allen, looking even more ugly than usual.

"The game has begun. The biggest excitement of this game is the Firebolt. Qiu Zhang rides it on behalf of Ravenclaw in the competition. The "Flying Broomstick" says that Firebolt is the first choice for the national team in this year's World Cup. —"

"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?" Professor McGonagall's voice intervened.

"No problem, Professor-some background information. By the way, Firebolt has a built-in automatic braking device, so you can—"

"Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, now Ravenclaw has the ball, Ravenclaw's Roger Davis is ready to shoot the ball..."

"The ball-scored! Roger was originally an excellent batsman, and he seems to be perfectly competent in this position as a chaser. I have to say that Ravenclaw suddenly changed his tactics and beat Slater. Lin was caught off guard."

Just when Roger made the first goal of the game and the court on Ravenclaw’s side was boiling, Slytherin’s Seeker Draco Malfoy just started the game like taking a fortune. I saw it—the Snitch was flying around a fence near the ground.

He dived quickly, with a triumphant smile on his face.

There was silence in Ravenclaw's stands, and everyone's heart was caught. Penello bit his lips tightly, his heart was so nervous that he was about to explode.

The smiles of many little wizards froze on their faces before they recovered.

Ravenclaw is like this-are you going to lose?