Hogwarts Everything is Three

"But, it was Light Wheel 2001! Only Draco's broomstick is saved!" a Slytherin senior yelled angrily.

Seeing the movement here, the Ravenclaw players also ended their celebration and squeezed into the crowd.

Professor Snape looked at them with dangerous eyes, but Alan didn't look back timidly.

"What happened?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked over, and the little wizards stepped aside.

Allen noticed that the wizard next to Dumbledore might be unusual-because of his aura, he was like a fierce cheetah in action, ready to go.

His steps are very open, and he walks very smartly. His head is bright, his face is full of beards, his deep-set eyes are shining from time to time, with a big cigar in his mouth, he is constantly turning up and down, and his eyes are cold and sharp. Right now.

Allen noticed that his gaze seemed to have been turning around him nonchalantly.

Unlike the professor at Hogwarts, he was not wearing a magic robe, but in a light-colored duffle suit, with his neck exposed from the neckline of a striped shirt, and a small record book in his hand.

Allen looked at him calmly, secretly guessing his identity.

"Severus, do you have any questions about the result of the game?" Dumbledore helped his glasses, his expression serious.

"Yes, principal. I think Ravenclaw's tactics are too extreme. After this game, Slytherin suffered a serious loss." Snape's words triggered the crusade against Alan by the Slytherin wizards.

"Ellen was too much, broke so many of our broomsticks!"

"He also injured Marcus!"

"Boer's eyes are also hurt!"

"They broke our broomsticks, but they used firebolts!"

"Madam Hooch didn't punish them, I suspect there is shady!"

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"Rolanda, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed down, the discussion on the field stopped, and everyone looked at Madam Hooch.

But Allen keenly sensed that the man beside Dumbledore seemed to still be looking at himself.

"Principal, I think my sentence is fair and just, and it is in full compliance with the Quidditch rules." Madam Hooch felt that her professionalism was suspected, and she was a little angry. She restrained herself and clenched her fists. .

"Severus, did you hear that?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape's lips were pressed together tightly, without saying a word, but the expression of dissatisfaction on his face was obvious.

"Professor Snape, although I have no objection to Mrs. Hooch's sentence, if you have a different opinion, we can invite Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, to arbitrate? How about the whole thing being published in the Daily Prophet for other British wizards to judge? Of course, our betting agreement also needs to be published, although I did not imply that this part affects your current situation... Status." Alan, who had approached, looked at the Slytherin head calmly with his hands on his back. If things went wrong, it would only make the Snake Academy even more embarrassing-although he shouldn't have spoken as a student.

This time, the principal Dumbledore finally interrupted the dispute with a direct statement, "No need to be so troublesome, this one beside me is a real expert, the head coach of the English Quidditch team-Mr. Geraldine Malthus. He just now I watched the game too, so let him comment.” The eyes behind his crescent glasses blinked at Allen, and he directly proposed a judge of the best candidate for the game.

"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe you are the most qualified person to give us directions in this matter. What do you think?" Everyone's eyes turned to this as Professor Dumbledore said. A man not to be ignored.

The cigar twirled in Geraldine’s mouth, "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it’s difficult for people in a situation like me to restrain themselves, and what I say may not be true. listen."

"We would like to hear the truest voice, Geraldine." Professor Dumbledore responded without hesitation.

"Well, then, let me say that among the young wizards of this age, it is really impressive to have such a mentality and means. This game is the darkest little wizard game I have ever seen." He turned Turning the cigar at his fingertips, he unceremoniously began to comment.

"The facts are in front of us. It is indeed the Slytherin team who violated the rules first. This kind of inferior violation method will not have any effect in a regular game. It is extremely ridiculous. Players who develop these bad habits will not survive in professional teams-even if it is a foul! Professional teams also have professional foul methods! To my surprise, you are actually embarrassed to stand up and question the result of the game. It's disgusting!"

The Slytherin players blushed, with their mouths open but they couldn't find any excuses or reasons to refute. They finally had to admit that what Geraldine said was the truth-modern professional games no longer have such a blatant appearance. The inferior foul.

"And this Mr. Harris' attack methods cannot be blamed under the Quidditch rules. You--" Geraldine reached out his finger and pointed at the protesting Professor Snape and Slytherin's Wizards. "To protest against Alan Harris' actions within the rules, completely disregarding it, precisely because he violated various regulations first. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentors are completely out of Quidditch spirit. ——Or you don’t deserve to participate in Quidditch at all."

Professor Snape's eyes looked like he was about to dissect the Geraldine in front of him alive.

"If my batsman can overwhelm the opposing team like this gentleman, I will let him play like this at the beginning, instead of letting the opponent provoked and then take action-although this is almost the case Will not appear in a professional team." This Geraldine is obviously used to be the main spokesperson. His freedom of speech and behavior is outstanding, his calm attitude, and his profound insight to see things make The little wizards couldn't help but be convinced by his words.

"Principal Dumbledore, in order to further improve the level of Quidditch in our school and make the competition more formal, I am willing to donate a batch of light wheels 2001 to the school to encourage everyone to fight against them with their strength-and also allow non-Quiddid members We also have the opportunity to come into contact with top broomsticks..." Allen first confronted the principal of Hogwarts, then turned his upper body and blinked playfully at the flight class professor Rolanda Hoch. More troublesome..."

Then, without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's reaction, Allen glanced at Slytherin contemptuously, "Rather than being like some amateur rascals, they can only use boring, shameful, and inexperienced illegal methods, and feel complacent about it. "

In the astonished eyes of the little wizards, Alan, who is usually gentle, looked like an unsheathed sword today, with an overwhelming momentum.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Alan with some seriousness, wanting to confirm whether Alan was born out of juvenile blood, a temporary impulse, he had not heard of it before The reputation of the Harris family in wealth...

"Quidditch is a highly comprehensive sport. It has higher requirements for players' speed, strength, flexibility, flexibility and coordination, and psychological quality. I believe that Ravenclaw can rely on our strength in Within the rules, defeat any opponent in a fair manner." Allen continued to speak, and used the excuse he thought of before to this decision. "When I traveled in the United States with Professor Felius? A big bonus. I am willing to donate this bonus to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment."

Ron of Gryffindor opened his mouth and looked at Allen. After recalling the state of his own vault, he felt that Allen must be crazy to donate such a large sum of money!

And Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, has a dazzling light in his eyes. If Gryffindor can be equipped with a polished wheel 2001...Although the current total score has basically made them bid farewell to the championship, he The eyes looking at Allen were fiery-the competent captain was still planning for the Gryffindor team after he graduated and left.

Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, his eyes full of admiration towards Allen, he fully agreed with Allen's proposal and yearned for this kind of fair game. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"We are confident that we can achieve victory even with fair equipment!" Allen stood there, like a mountain, imposing.

"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood next to Allen and fully supported the proposal of his best player-Ravenclaw's players came up, standing with their heads high. Behind Jie and Allen.

Allen suddenly turned to Slytherin again, "If anyone dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind breaking up the donations one by one!"

Knowing that the other party didn't intend to exclude Slytherin out of the usual habit of the other three academies, the little snakes breathed a sigh of relief. Even some Slytherin thinks, why isn't this Alan in Slytherin, isn't he pure blood?

Geraldine turned the cigar in his mouth for a while, and stared straight into the eyes of the young wizard in front of him.

But Allen generously greeted the gaze that the other party wanted to detect-when Allen learned of Geraldine’s identity, he had a basic idea of ​​Geraldine’s purpose in Hogwarts. guess.

Summer vacation after this semester-Quidditch World Cup! Geraldine, as the head coach, must have come to select graduates who can serve as Quidditch players.

Allen keenly perceives that this is an opportunity, an opportunity to show his strength in an open manner, and an opportunity to let wizards all over the world know and cheer for themselves.

Although he is not a graduate, it is clear that the Bulgarian seeker has not yet left school. At this age when he is supposed to shed his youthful blood, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Professor Snape, perhaps, you should be willing to accept your bet and fulfill your original betting agreement. But given the competition system, you can still finish the rest of the game." Professor Flitwick ran away with a short sprint. Come here, he just couldn't squeeze in...but he was very dissatisfied with Professor Snape's questioning of the result of the game, interrupting Ravenclaw's celebration.

Snape's eyes were more gloomy than usual at this time, and he fixedly looked at Professor Flitwick.

Malfoy’s face paled suddenly~www.NovelMTL.com~ He thought of the bet he and Allen had made-at the same time, he became nervous, and Harry in Gryffindor. He didn't want to take Malfoy's mouth at all. I heard my name.

After a while, a few words came from Professor Snape's mouth, "We Slytherin, withdraw from the competition for this year's Academy Cup. Let's go!" His eyes swept across Alan's face dangerously and turned to leave. The Slytherins followed behind him dejectedly and evacuated the arena.

Malfoy looked very annoyed. He was swallowed by the fear of the gambling agreement and wanted to follow Snape's footsteps, but Alan stopped him.

"Malfoy—"

Before Allen had finished speaking, Malfoy raised his head pretentiously and said, "Ellen, I will fulfill my bet."

Allen looked at Malfoy's expression of a panic, pretending to be calm, and smiled, "Malfoy, you can not fulfill this bet. In fact, I don't care. It's just that. , I want to remind you, since you care about the glory of the pure-blood surname so much, why not do something that matches your pure-blood aristocracy? Where is your pure-blood aristocracy?"

Hearing Alan's words, Malfoy seemed to put down a big rock and almost sat on the ground-he would rather die if he had to fulfill the bet. He had already planned to delay, anyway, he didn't mention the time to fulfill the gambling contract.

Leaving the playing field in silence, Malfoy looked unpredictable. He felt that Alan's current appearance was exactly what he had always wanted. A pureblood wizard should have such a demeanor! He couldn't help but regret his words and deeds.

If he had a better attitude back then, Alan Harris became his friend...