It must be the Basilisk! As for why Allen could hear the voice, it must be because of the Beast Speech Ability that he had acquired during the Moonstone mission.
However, Allen had no intention of fighting the Basilisk at the moment. Regardless of whether he was as lucky as Harry, he did not think that he could defeat the Basilisk with his current strength. After all, the time limit of his Invincible Aura had run out. It was hard to say whether Miao Miao's Robe could withstand the Basilisk's Death Stare. Allen was not willing to take the risk. After all, no one would die at the end of the plot.
With his thoughts clear, Allen returned to the tower to rest without any pressure. However, Harry, who had also heard the Basilisk's voice, was puzzled.
Time always passed quickly when he was focused on his studies. Alan enjoyed this kind of quiet and peaceful time very much. He arranged his daily schedule to be especially fulfilling. He went to train, went to the library, and delved into soul magic … Alan, who had no distractions, consolidated his magic foundation to an incomparably solid level.
October came, and the damp cold air permeated the field and seeped into the castle. The school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, was flustered by the sudden spread of the flu among the teachers and students. Her refreshing potion had an immediate effect, but people who drank it would have smoke coming out of their ears for hours on end.
Many of the young wizards in Ravenclaw were attacked by the flu. In the common room, steam could be seen rising from the heads of many of the young wizards, as if their heads were on fire.
"Perhaps in addition to moral education, physical education should also be included in the daily curriculum of Hogwarts. I'm afraid that relying only on flying lessons won't achieve the effect of training. "Allen was deep in thought. He always had a lot of ideas about education.
However, for the Quidditch players, the intensity of their training far exceeded that of the other young wizards. Roger? Davis maintained an extraordinary passion and patience for training his team, regardless of whether it was day or night, rain or shine.
During the holidays, he studied the classic tactics of famous teams such as the Chadli Artillery Team, the Holyhead Hobbits Team, and the Wimbledon Hornets Team. He made a lot of tactical plans and training arrangements. He could not wait to apply this research to the Ravenclaw players. This enthusiasm reached its peak after he received the seven Radiant Wheels 2001.
"These Radiant Wheels 2001 will become the trump card of our team. This is the secret of our Ravenclaw Quidditch football team!" Roger looked at the brooms eagerly, his face flushed with sweat after training. "The generous anonymous donor also promised us 1,000 gold coins as long as we can win the Quidditch Cup again."
These rewards made the little Adepts, whose pocket money was still stuck at silver and copper, feel like they had been injected with chicken blood. They were full of energy.
One gold coin = 5 pounds = 51.3 RMB. One thousand gold coins was equivalent to more than 50,000 RMB. If it was divided equally among the seven little wizards, the amount that each of them could get was considerable. For these children who were still asking for pocket money from their parents, this was a huge sum.
Perhaps it really wasn't a good idea to practice in the middle of the rain and wind, even with Allen's powerful "Wind and Moisture Resistance" spell. Autumn Zhang still caught a cold. But she insisted on contributing to the team and kept investigating the Slytherin team. Of course, this might not be just for the sake of honor. The charm of the gold coins was not to be underestimated.
Autumn? Zhang saw the new flying broom with her own eyes.
With the speed of the brooms, the Slytherin team were now just seven blurry light green shadows, shuttling through the air like jets.
After hearing this, everyone looked at the Radiant Wheels 2001, which was secretly kept in the cabinet, and their gazes became even more fervent. Seeing this, Roger said that he would find a way to find a secret place for the team to test fly and familiarize themselves with the performance and speed of the new brooms.
Of course, there was no such thing as an airtight wall in the world. The team's secret soon evolved into the secret of the whole Ravenclaw. Everyone's face was full of confidence. When they saw the Ravenclaw team, they would smile with envy and encouragement.
Compared to the Quidditch team of Ravenclaw, the Gryffindor team was really miserable. They did not have a wizard like Allen who knew how to cast powerful magic spells, nor did they have the encouragement of the gold coins and the new brooms. When they saw Slytherin riding the new brooms and shuttling through the Quidditch field, their morale was at an all-time low, and training always ended very unhappily. The mood of the Gryffindor team was like this rainy day, never clearing up.
Because of this, Allen could always see Harry return to the Hogwarts Castle, drenched and covered in mud.
Raindrops the size of bullets pitter-pattered on the castle's windows. Ron found Allen and complained to him that because of the weather, his new wand could not be dried in the shade. He did not know when he would be able to hold the farewell ceremony.
Allen comforted Ron, "If the weather doesn't clear up and we can't see the moon, we still can't hold the farewell ceremony." Ron took a deep look at Ellen and didn't say a word. He went back even more dejectedly, obviously not comforted.
The lake water rose, the flower beds were filled with mud, and the pumpkins planted by Hagrid swelled up to the size of a flower shed. Every time Allen came back from training, when he passed by the pumpkin field, his mind automatically flashed with pumpkin puree, pumpkin pie, baked pumpkin with egg yolk, braised pumpkin and other dishes.
Allen thought that Hagrid could use the expansion spell flexibly, which was really amazing. He only hoped that the spellcasted pumpkins would be as delicious. It must not be like the vegetables with fertilizer, which always tasted not as fresh and delicious as organic vegetables.
Finally, on a Saturday morning, Allen ate the pumpkin dish that he had been longing for — cream pumpkin soup. He had to admit that the house-elves were really good at cooking. Allen drank three bowls in a row before he was satisfied and stopped eating. The spellcasted pumpkin's taste was not affected in the slightest. It was fresh and delicious, soft and fragrant.
The weather was still bad. Allen followed the team to the castle gate. Outside, dark clouds covered the sky and it was particularly gloomy. In an instant, the heavy rain began to pour down, as if it was splashing, as if it was pouring. This stopped Roger's plan to continue training. It was obviously unwise to train in such heavy rain.
The rare leisure time made Allen extremely comfortable. He strolled in the ancient and mysterious castle in a very good mood.
But soon, this tranquility was interrupted by the angry Filch, who hurried away with a rag in his hand. White steam was still rising from Filch's head. Allen concluded that he must have caught a cold and had just taken Madam Pomfrey's refreshing potion.
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