All things are three at Hogwarts

"But, that was Nimbus 2001! Only Malfoy's broom was saved!" a senior Slytherin student roared sadly and indignantly.

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

Professor Snape looked at them with a very dangerous look, but Alan looked back without any timidity.

"What happened?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his fifties came over, and the young wizards moved out of the way.

Allen noticed that the wizard next to Dumbledore might be unusual.

It was unusual because of his momentum. When he moved, he was like a ferocious cheetah, ready to attack.

His steps were wide and he walked very gracefully. He had a shaved head, a full beard, and deep-set eyes that flashed from time to time.

He held a large cigar in his mouth, moving it up and down, left and right, and looked directly at Allen with his cold and keen eyes.

Allen noticed that his eyes seemed to be wandering around him vaguely.

Unlike the professors at Hogwarts, he was not wearing magic robes, but a light-colored tweed suit, with his neck exposed from the collar of his striped shirt, and holding a small record book in his hand.

Allen looked at him calmly, secretly guessing his identity.

"Professor Snape, do you have any questions about the results of the competition?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and looked serious.

"Yes, Headmaster. I think Ravenclaw's tactics are too extreme. After this game, Slytherin suffered serious losses." Snape's words triggered the Slytherin wizards' crusade against Allen.

"Alan went too far and broke so many of our brooms!"

"He also injured Marcus!"

"Boll's eye is hurt too!"

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

"Mrs. Huo Qi didn't punish them. I suspect there's something shady!"

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"Mrs. Hooch, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed them down. The discussion on the court stopped, and everyone looked at Mrs. Hooch.

But Allen was keenly aware that the man next to Dumbledore still seemed to be sizing him up.

"Principal, I think my penalty is fair and just, and it fully complies with the rules of Quidditch." Mrs. Hooch felt that her professionalism was doubted, and she was a little angry. She restrained herself and tightened her grip. fist.

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

Snape's lips were pressed together tightly and he didn't say a word, but the dissatisfaction on his face was obvious at a glance.

"Why not, the person next to me is a real expert, Mr. Geraldine Malthus, the head coach of the British Quidditch team. He just watched this game, so why not let him comment." Professor Dumbledore The eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses blinked, thinking of the best person to judge this game.

"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe you are the most qualified person to give us guidance on this matter. What do you think?" Everyone's eyes turned to this following Professor Dumbledore's words A man who cannot be ignored.

The cigar swirled in Geraldine's mouth. "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is difficult for people in a situation like mine to restrain themselves. What I say may not be accurate." listen."

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

"Well, let me tell you, it's really impressive that a young wizard of this age can have such a mind and means. This game is the darkest young wizard game I have ever seen." He added He twirled the cigar on his fingertips and began to comment unceremoniously.

"The facts are before us. It is indeed the Slytherin team who broke the rules first. This kind of inferior violation method has no effect in a regular game. It is extremely ridiculous. What surprises me is that you It’s really disgraceful that he had the nerve to stand up and question the result of the game.”

Although the Slytherins were angry, they had to admit that what Geraldine said was the truth.

"And Mr. Harris's attack methods cannot be criticized according to the rules of Quidditch. You." Geraldine stretched out her finger and pointed at Professor Snape and the little wizards of Slytherin who protested. .

"Protesting against Alan Harris's actions within the rules, with complete disregard for the fact that he violated multiple rules in the first place. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentor are completely devoid of the spirit of Quidditch." "

Professor Snape's eyes looked as if he wanted to dissect the Geraldine in front of him alive.

"If my batsmen were as good as this man, I would let him play like this from the start instead of letting the opponent provoke me before taking action."

This Geraldine was obviously used to being the main spokesperson. His free speech and behavior were outstanding, his calm attitude, and his profound vision of things made the little wizards unable to help but believe in his words.

"Headmaster!" Allen suddenly walked out from the Ravenclaw team and said, "In order to further improve the level of Quidditch in our school and make the game more formal, I am willing to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the school. Encourage everyone to fight with strength."

Then, he glanced at Slytherin contemptuously, "Instead of being like some amateur scoundrels who can only use annoying, shameful, and substandard illegal methods and be complacent about it."

In the astonished gazes of the little wizards, Allen looked like an unsheathed sword, with a formidable momentum.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Allen seriously, wanting to confirm whether Allen was acting on impulse because of his youthful passion.

"Quidditch is a highly comprehensive sport that places high demands on players' speed, strength, flexibility, agility, coordination, and psychological quality. I believe that we, Ravenclaw, can rely on our strength to succeed in the competition. Within the rules, defeat any opponent honestly."

"When I traveled to the United States with Professor Flitwick, I was fortunate to receive a large bonus. I am willing to donate this bonus to Hogwarts to equip each team with the same level of equipment."

Ron of Gryffindor looked at Allen with his mouth wide open. He thought that Allen must be crazy.

Gryffindor's Oliver Wood's eyes radiated with dazzling light. If Gryffindor could be equipped with Nimbus 2001... He looked at Allen with fiery eyes.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory looked at Allen with admiration in his eyes. He fully agreed with Allen's proposal and yearned for such a fair game. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"We are confident that we can win even if the equipment is fair!" Allen stood there like a mountain, with a formidable momentum.

"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood next to Allen and fully agreed.

The Ravenclaw players walked up one after another and stood behind Roger and Allen with their heads held high.

Allen suddenly turned in the direction of Slytherin, "If anyone else dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind smashing the ones I donated to pieces one by one!"

The Slytherins didn't dare to look directly into Allen's eyes and lowered their heads. There are even some Slytherins who think, why is Alan not in Slytherin? Isn't he a pureblood?

Geraldine turned the cigar in her mouth for a while, staring straight into the eyes of the flourishing little wizard in front of her.

But Allen welcomed the other party's probing gaze generously.

When Alan learned Geraldine's identity, he had a basic guess about Geraldine's purpose in coming to Hogwarts.

Quidditch World Cup this summer! As the head coach, Geraldine must be here to select young talents who can serve as Quidditch players.

Allen was keenly aware that this was an opportunity!

An opportunity to show your strength openly!

An opportunity for wizards all over the world to know themselves and cheer for themselves.

At this age when youth and passion should be unleashed, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Professor Snape, perhaps you should be willing to admit defeat and fulfill your original bet. But given the competition format, you can still finish the rest of the game." Professor Flitwick said in a high voice.

He was very dissatisfied with Professor Snape for questioning the results of the game and interrupting Ravenclaw's celebration.

Snape's eyes were very dangerous at this time, and he looked at Professor Flitwick steadily.

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale, and he thought of the bet he and Allen had made.

At the same time, Harry from Gryffindor became nervous. Harry didn't want to hear his name from Malfoy at all.

After a while, a few suppressed words came from Professor Snape's mouth, "We Slytherins are withdrawing from the competition for this year's Academy Cup. Let's go!"

His eyes glanced dangerously at Allen's face, and he turned away. The Slytherins followed him dejectedly and evacuated the arena.

Malfoy's expression looked extremely painful. He couldn't wait to follow Snape's footsteps and leave, but he was stopped by Alan.

"Malfoy"

Before Allen finished speaking, Malfoy raised his head pretending to be arrogant and said: "Alan, I will fulfill my bet."

Allen looked at Malfoy's obviously panicked, confused and pretending to be calm expression, and laughed, "Malfoy, you don't have to fulfill this bet. In fact, I don't care. It's just that I I want to remind you, since you care so much about the glory of the pure-blood surname, why don’t you do something that matches your pure-blood nobility? Where is the magnanimity of your pure-blood nobility?"

Hearing Allen's words, Malfoy seemed to have dropped a big stone. If he really wanted to fulfill that bet, he would rather die. He had already planned to delay it, but he didn't mention the time to fulfill the bet anyway.

Leaving the competition venue in silence, Malfoy looked unpredictable. He felt that Allen's current appearance was exactly what he had been striving for. This is how a pure-blood noble should behave! He couldn't help feeling a little regretful about his words and deeds. If Allen was his friend...