All things are three at Hogwarts

Seeing the complicated look on Harry's face, Allen smiled good-naturedly.

As far as Alan was concerned, he was here to visit Harry, and there was no need to pay attention to Ron, who was inexplicably black-faced next to him.

"Harry, don't dementors have such a great influence on everyone. The reason why you fell off the broom is because of them, right?"

After all, as friends, Alan still wanted to enlighten Harry.

"Yes." Harry said.

He hesitated for a moment, and then the question he wanted to ask blurted out: "Why? Why do they have such an impact on me? Do you mean me?"

"This has nothing to do with weakness." Allen said categorically, as if he had seen through Harry's thoughts, "The dementors have a greater impact on you than others. That's because you have had fears in your past experiences that others have not had. "

Hermione nodded repeatedly, as smart as she was, she instantly understood what Harry was afraid of.

"Yes, Harry, when they entered the playing field, I thought about the most terrifying experience I have ever experienced in my life. If I were in the sky, I would fall down."

Perhaps thinking of the days of life and death with Allen in Egypt, Ron suddenly softened his expression towards Allen.

"Harry, I suggest you go to Professor Lupine and learn the Patronus Charm. It can help you resist dementors." Alan suggested.

"Alan, can Harry?"

"Hermione, I'm going to find Professor Lupin."

Before Hermione could finish her words, she was interrupted by Harry.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what was going on.

Seeing this, Allen felt that he should say goodbye to them.

After Gryffindor's defeat, Malfoy got carried away.

He finally took off the bandages, and to celebrate having the use of his two arms again, he imitated Harry's discomfiture when he fell off the broom.

But soon, his expression turned bad again.

In fact, no house except Ravenclaw could be happy that morning.

During breakfast, Allen's owl Benny took the lead and threw a long and narrow package to Allen with four extremely majestic owls.

With quick hands and eyes, Allen stood up and grabbed the package, avoiding the tragedy of broken dishes and scattered food.

"What is it?" Edward asked as he chewed the bacon.

Allen didn't answer. He stroked the package, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. If he guessed correctly,

Alan tore open the package and Edward gasped, throwing away the food in his hands.

A sparkling, exquisite flying broomstick was displayed in front of everyone.

The Ravenclaws around Allen all came over and looked at the broom carefully.

"I can't believe it," Roger Davis said hoarsely as he squeezed into the crowd after hearing the news.

It's the Firebolt, the broomstick that every little wizard dreams of.

"Can I touch it?" Roger's voice trembled with excitement.

Allen handed him the broom generously.

Roger took it in his hand, the broom handle shining brightly.

He could feel it vibrating and let go.

The broom was suspended in mid-air, just at the height he could ride on.

Roger stroked it with his eyes, and from the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle, he could see carefully the flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail made of white birch twigs.

"The best broomstick in the world, Firebolt! Oh, Academy Cup!" Roger turned to look at Allen with an eager expression.

Allen couldn't help but take two steps back. He felt that Roger was so excited that he wanted to kiss him!

More and more people gathered around, and Alan ended his breakfast hastily, and returned to Ravenclaw Tower surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players.

Everyone agreed that the Firebolt deserved such treatment.

The Ravenclaws looked eagerly at the departing team members and talked a lot.

Malfoy's face turned pale. His father would never buy seven Firebolts for Slytherin.

A Firebolt is more expensive than all the broomsticks in Slytherin put together!

There was silence on the Gryffindor table, and Wood was like an eggplant wilted by frost.

Ravenclaw has the Firebolt, and Harry's Nimbus 2000 has been turned into pieces.

When Harry fell out of the air, his broomstick was blown away by the wind and hit the Whomping Willow.

What the Gryffindor team can now provide Harry is an antique school broomstick called "Meteor", which is very slow and a bit choppy.

The old antique "Meteor" faced off against the world's most advanced broom "Firebolt", and the result was obvious.

Harry sat blankly at the dining table, unconsciously stirring the already cooling pumpkin porridge in front of him.

Hermione blinked, ran out like the wind, and soon ran back with a thick book in her arms.

"Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.

"The Encyclopedia of Broomsticks." Harry looked down and read the words on the cover.

"Harry, I think you can study the different brands carefully and choose a broomstick that suits you." Hermione bit her lip and said.

"But there's no broomstick like a Firebolt." Ron blurted out, staring in the direction the Ravenclaw members were leaving.

Harry's eyes dropped.

Hermione glared at Ron angrily. If she hadn't taken Harry's emotions into consideration, she would have taught Ron a lesson.

Roger Davis was inspired by the Firebolt to train with all his enthusiasm. With crazy energy, he led his team members to train as hard as ever in the cold rain.

No team member complained about being tired. As long as they saw Allen riding the Firebolt, everyone seemed to see the sparkling Academy Cup waving to them.

After a hearty training session, Roger called everyone together with a serious face.

This made the Ravenclaw team members reflect on the training just now. Everyone was very active and no one made any mistakes. What happened to Roger?

Before speaking, Roger glanced at Qiu Zhang guiltily.

"I think the division of labor among our team members needs to be adjusted." Roger said in a heavy tone, but the tone of his words was very firm.

Qiu Zhang blinked. She seemed to have guessed what Roger would say next, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Qiu, you are indeed a very good seeker, with a flexible body and a sharp eye. But I think Allen seems to be more suitable for the position of seeker, what do you think?" Roger hesitated in his heart for a long time. The words came out.

Cho Chang is indeed very good. Maybe she can beat Slytherin's Draco Malfoy; she can barely beat Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory; but against Gryffindor's Harry Potter, she can't win. It seemed extremely strenuous.