All things are three at Hogwarts

After the group of young wizards who had made mistakes were announced that they could go back to the dormitory, they all left dejectedly.

Professor Flitwick told Allen to go to his office next Wednesday, and that was the end of today's dueling class. Allen bowed respectfully and left.

"Although I hit Malfoy in the face, which was great! But Ravenclaw was deducted two hundred points and will be sent to solitary confinement!" Edward was heartbroken over the points his college had lost.

"Didn't you get a free card in Charms class? It seems to be useful!" Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw Edward's strange grin.

The punishment of confinement came quickly, probably because of the large number of people. Every day, some people were punished to do voluntary labor for Filch, and some people were required to help Hagrid take care of his animals or patrol the Forbidden Forest.

Edward successfully avoided punishment by virtue of the exemption card he got in Charms class, which made other Ravenclaws very envious.

Soon, Allen also received a punishment notice to patrol the Forbidden Forest on Saturday night. He said that there was no pressure on him. The Forbidden Forest has almost become his third home - the first one is Mr. Harris's home. , the second is Ravenclaw Tower. Moreover, Allen can also take the opportunity to see Tina and Bird Snake.

"I would rather patrol the Forbidden Forest than help Filch clean up! Last time I was punished to go to the trophy room to clean the trophies. Not only could I not use magic, but Filch supervised me to wipe those trophies with oil over and over again. I wiped the Quidditch cup fourteen times, fourteen times, before he was satisfied! Not to mention the pain in my hand, now I can smell the polish when I raise my hand!" Ron He raised his hand with lingering fear, letting Allen smell the smell on his hand.

Allen smiled awkwardly and avoided it.

"Alan, I always thought that Slytherin and Gryffindor would fight, but I didn't expect that Ravenclaw would be the first to strike!" Harry looked yearning. He had wanted to beat Malfoy for a long time. He had never I have never hated anyone so much, even Dudley is cuter than Malfoy!

"Harry, Ron! We can't lose any more points to Gryffindor!" Hermione saw her two friends' eagerness to give it a try and warned.

In the first year, they were caught because they went to see Norbert off in the middle of the night. They lost a huge amount of points to Gryffindor, which made the three of them feel very uncomfortable in Gryffindor for a long time.

"I heard that many students in Slytherin were assigned to help Professor Snape handle the raw materials for potions. This is simply a disguised form of exemption from punishment!" Hermione felt that this was even a bit of a reward for helping Snape. A professor who handles potions should be able to learn a lot of ways to handle potions!

"If that's the case, I would rather write a reply for Professor Lockhart than Snape!" Harry frowned, with a look of disgust on his face!

"However, fortunately no one was really hurt. Marcus Flint looked seriously injured, but Madam Pomfrey completely cured him in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, someone might really be expelled! "Hermione added.

Allen touched his nose. He was the culprit who caused Marcus' injury. If his stun spell hadn't hit Marcus, he wouldn't have been hit by so many other spells issued by Ravenclaw. But Allen didn't regret it at all. He was cured so easily. Allen also felt that he had acted too lightly. He would have cast more curses earlier.

Harry and Alan had the same idea. He wished Marcus would be more seriously injured.

"That's not good at all! The Gryffindor Quidditch team will play Slytherin on Saturday, riding the fastest broomsticks money can buy! If Gryffindor loses, what will happen if Gryffindor loses? Think about what Wood will say!" Harry was a little nervous thinking about Saturday's game.

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but complain to the group of Gryffindors, "Last year, you weren't riding the fastest broomstick that money can buy...although I still have one that money can buy." You may not even be able to buy a flying broomstick..."

What kind of threat is the Slytherin Quidditch team? The one we really have to watch out for is that house elf - Dobby!

On Saturday morning, after Allen finished his exercise, when he came to the cafeteria for breakfast, he found the young wizards of the Gryffindor Quidditch team sitting together, all of them looking nervous and taciturn. The entire Gryffindor table was extremely quiet.

Everyone knows the importance of equipment, but for morale to be so low, it's really not like Gryffindor's style. Just like a spring, the lower the Gryffindor team is pushed down now, the stronger the resistance will be in the future!

As eleven o'clock approached, Alan followed the crowd to the Quidditch stadium. The weather is hot and humid, there is a faint sound of thunder in the air, and a heavy rain is coming.

As expected by Allen, Gryffindor showed an extremely tenacious fighting spirit on the field. What they fought hard against was not only the ferocious attack of their opponents, but also the bad weather with heavy rain and the crazy Bludger!

The crazy Bludger was chasing after Harry, trying its best to knock him out of the air. Harry was in a very awkward position as he tried his best to avoid the Bludger. Alan heard bursts of laughter coming from the Slytherin stands.

"What a terrible opponent!" Roger and Allen had the same idea. They looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Harry has shown extremely superb flying skills. If it were me, I would have been kicked off the broom! Malfoy is definitely no match for Harry." Roger spoke highly of Harry and regarded Gryffindor as his Ravenclaw's strongest rival.

While the two were talking, exclamations came from the stands, and the Bludger finally hit Harry.

Harry's body slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick. The knee of one leg was still hooked on the broomstick, and his right hand hung unconsciously beside his body.

"He's going to hit Malfoy!" Roger yelled! In the hazy rain curtain, Harry rushed towards Malfoy who smiled sarcastically.

"No, he caught the Golden Snitch!" Allen added, then quickly stood up and ran towards the bottom of the stands.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and with a bang, water splashed everywhere, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom. His arms were hanging there at a very strange angle.

When Alan rushed to the field, the rain poured on Harry's face mercilessly, and Harry lay on the ground groaning.

"Don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart said loudly to the anxious Gryffindors gathered around. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm."

Allen heard Harry's refusal: "No! Let it be like this, thank you..."

"Lie back, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple spell I've used countless times."

"Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"No - no hiccups~" Harry weakly refused to Gilderoy Lockhart, resulting in a hiccup in the end.