All things are three at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at Alan, then at Geraldine, and agreed.

"Geraldine, our Quidditch season is over, and the training ground is completely free for you to use."

For Dumbledore, it would be great if he could take this opportunity to keep Alan away from dark magic.

Dumbledore has become more and more aware of the excellence of Allen, the little wizard, the kind of excellence that far exceeds his peers.

And he had met two such people before.

"Thank you very much, Dumbledore." Geraldine thanked him with a salute, then turned to look at Allen.

"So, now, as the head coach of England's national Quidditch team, I extend an invitation to you. Are you willing to become the seeker of the national team?"

Geraldine looked at Allen with a very solemn expression.

"I am willing."

Although the words were simple, Allen couldn't help but feel very excited.

He had expected that his plan would be successful, but when it came true, he was still overjoyed.

"This is indeed a gratifying thing. Congratulations, Allen, perform well and win glory for the country!" Dumbledore patted Allen's shoulder kindly and encouraged him.

"Thank you, Professor." Allen did not restrain his joy at all and thanked him happily.

I have to say that in this moment of joy, it feels very warm to have someone to share it with and someone to send congratulations in time.

"The formal invitation will be delivered to you tomorrow." Geraldine took out a cigar and turned it between her fingers.

"The other team members will live in Hogsmeade and will only come here during training. Dumbledore, thank you." Geraldine thanked him again.

After polite greetings, Geraldine took her leave hastily.

He still has a lot of things to deal with and a lot of people to contact.

As the head coach, he is not only responsible for training, he also needs to be responsible for a lot of coordination, communication, and organization work.

Finally winning the Quidditch Cup, the little Ravenclaw wizards were excited for at least a week.

Because with their usual excellent performance and the Quidditch Cup, they can almost lock in the final Academy Cup in advance.

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating.

As we enter May, the days become cloudless and so hot that you just want to stroll out to the grounds with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice and sit down.

How pleasant it is to play a few games of Gobushi at will, or watch the giant squid swimming dreamily on the lake.

But such leisure belongs to others.

For Allen, he can only use fragmented time to complete his schoolwork.

Roger's crazy training pales in comparison to Geraldine's.

No matter in terms of training professionalism, training intensity, or training time, what Roger organized could not be compared with Geraldine.

The training plan formulated by Geraldine is almost accurate to the minute.

Every time he came to Hogwarts, Alan could see several large rolls of parchment plans and analyses.

Quidditch training in preparation for the World Cup took up almost all of his free time.

Listening in class seems more like a kind of relaxation and leisure.

Compared with Allen's performance in class, other little wizards were not so relaxed.

Perhaps influenced by the busy review of senior students, the professors seemed to hate the idle time of the little wizards and assigned a lot of homework.

The students could not continue to have fun outside, but had to stay in the castle, forcing their brains to concentrate on their thoughts, trying their best to ignore the inviting warm breeze blowing from the window.

Penelope is also very busy as she prepares to pass the n.e.w.t. Ultimate Wizarding Examination, the highest academic qualification offered at Hogwarts.

If you want to become an Auror, you must pass at least 5 subjects, and the score must not be lower than "exceeds expectations."

For this reason, Penello's beautiful golden curly hair was neglected and was just tied back casually, looking more intellectually beautiful.

Heavy schoolwork, studying the knowledge in the tower, and training for the World Cup. After such a combination of punches, even if he is as strong as Allen, he can't help but feel exhausted physically and mentally at the end of the day, which is very hard.

In this case, after a day of training, Allen, who always slept well, had a rare dream.

In the hot summer, under the clear blue sky, he rode a firebolt and soared freely in the sky.

Under the spotlight, Allen caught the Golden Snitch, drawing thunderous cheers.

At the final whistle, all the spectators rushed to the lawn below the field.

At the forefront of the crowd was Penelo, followed by Hermione and Luna.

Allen couldn't help but smile.

He looked down from high in the sky, and everyone cheered and shouted for him enthusiastically...

Suddenly, darkness enveloped the earth, and cries resounded throughout the world.

The crowd was in great confusion. Everyone was running around, pushing and shoving.

A group of green smoke emits dazzling light, rising higher and higher, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

Allen recognized it at a glance. It was the Dark Mark. The huge green skull undoubtedly announced that someone was being killed here.

Allen rode the Firebolt and flew over immediately.

Under the shining green light, Penello's body was twisted into an extremely weird posture; Hermione's head fell to the side, silently; Luna's face was covered with blood, and her eyes were closed tightly.

Allen's heart suddenly felt like a knife, and his internal organs seemed to be grabbed together by a huge hand and twisted into a ball.

He landed quickly on the ground, the Firebolt tossed aside carelessly.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Penelo's face, something suddenly happened.

Gray mist surrounded him, and the cries, screams, shouts of triumph, and wild laughter all disappeared in an instant.

There was silence all around, only the gloomy, gray-white mist surrounded Allen.

Allen suddenly calmed down, as if all the happiness, hope, and good things he had experienced were leaving him, leaving only numbness and coldness...

Allen, who sensed something was wrong, quickly looked at the empty spot where the three women were just now.

While Allen was searching anxiously, a huge figure appeared in front of him.

The figure was erratic and could not be seen clearly.

This phantom was distorted in the mist. From Allen's perspective, he looked like a huge dementor!

It wears a cloak and holds a huge scythe.

It waved its scythe in the air, and three gray-white shadows floated towards him.

Allen was very anxious, because he recognized it at once. The three souls were clearly Penelo, Hermione and Luna!

He rushed forward in a hurry. He wanted to snatch the souls of the three women back, but he seemed to be bound and could not move at all.

In a mixture of shock and anger, Allen roared and took control of his body instantly, and all the scenes ceased to exist.

He sat on the bed blankly, looking at the curtains blown by the breeze, silent and speechless. It turned out to be just a dream!