Chapter 120
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The group of sorcerers who had made a mistake left dejectedly after the announcement that they could return to their dormitory.
Professor Flick instructed Allen to go to his office the following Wednesday, and that was the end of today's duel class. Allen bowed respectfully and took his leave.
"Although I managed to hit Malfoy in the face, it felt great! But Ravenclaw was deducted 200 points and was even grounded! "Edward was pained by the points his academy had lost.
"Didn't you get a penalty exemption card from the Magic Spells class? Looks like it's going to come in handy! "Allen couldn't help but laugh when he saw Edward grimacing in pain.
The punishment of being grounded came quickly. Probably due to the large number of people, there were people who were punished to help Filch do voluntary work every day. There were also people who needed to help Hagrid take care of his animals or patrol the Forbidden Forest.
Edward used the penalty exemption card from the Magic Spells class to successfully avoid punishment, which made the other Ravenclaw very envious.
Soon, Allen also received the punishment notice for patrolling the Forbidden Forest on Saturday night, but he didn't feel any pressure. The Forbidden Forest was about to become his third home — the first was Mr Harris' home, and the second was Ravenclaw Tower. Moreover, Allen could also take the opportunity to visit Tina and the little sea serpent!
"I'd rather patrol the Forbidden Forest than help Filch clean! Last time, I was punished to clean the trophies in the trophy showroom. Not only was I not allowed to use magic, but Filch also supervised me to use oil to wipe the trophies over and over again. I wiped the Quidditch Cup fourteen times, fourteen times! He was only satisfied after that! Not only was my hand in pain, I can still smell the oil when I raise my hand! "Ron raised his hand with lingering fear, allowing Allen to smell the oil on his hand.
Allen smiled and politely avoided it!
"Allen, I always thought that Slytherin and Gryffindor would fight. I didn't think that Ravenclaw would be the one to make the first move!" Harry had a yearning look on his face. He had wanted to beat up Malfoy for a long time. He had never hated someone so much. Even Dudley was cuter than Malfoy!
"Harry, we can't lose any more points to Gryffindor!" Hermione warned when she saw Harry's eagerness.
When they were in their first year, they had been caught sending Norbert to school in the middle of the night. They had lost a lot of points to Gryffindor.
"I've heard that many of Slytherin's students have been assigned to help Professor Snape process the raw materials for his potions. That's basically an indirect way to avoid punishment!" Hermione felt that there was even a hint of a reward in this. Helping Professor Snape process the potions should allow them to learn a lot of ways to process potions!
"If that's the case, I'd rather help Professor Lockhart write a reply than Snape!" Harry frowned with a look of disdain!
"It's Professor Snape, Harry!" Allen reminded Harry, who knew Snape's character.
"Fortunately, no one was really hurt. Marcus Flint looked seriously injured, but Madam Pomfrey completely healed him in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, someone might really have been expelled! "Hermione added.
Allen touched his nose. He was the main culprit behind Marcus' injury. If he hadn't hit Marcus with the Stun Curse, he wouldn't have been hit by so many other Ravenclaw's curses. But Allen didn't regret it at all. He felt that he had been very gentle and had been merciful!
Harry and Allen had the same idea. He hoped that Marcus' injury would be worse.
"That's not good at all! On Saturday, Gryffindor Quidditch's team will play against Slytherin. Their opponent is riding the fastest flying broom that money can buy! If Gryffindor loses, think about what Wood will say! "Harry was a little nervous when he thought of Saturday's game.
"Slytherin's ball finder is Malfoy. With your ability, you don't have to worry about him at all!" Allen cheered for Harry.
Slytherin Quidditch's team is not a threat. What you really need to be wary of is the house elf, Dobby!
On Saturday morning, Allen finished his exercise and came to the canteen for breakfast. He found that the little wizards of Gryffindor Quidditch's team were sitting together, looking nervous and silent. The whole Gryffindor's long table was very quiet.
Everyone knows the importance of equipment, but it's not like Gryffindor's style that the morale is low to this extent. Just like a spring, the lower Gryffindor's team is now, the more they will resist later!
As eleven o 'clock approached, Allen went to the Quidditch Stadium with the crowd. The weather was hot and humid, thunder was faintly in the air, and a rainstorm was coming.
As Allen expected, Gryffindor showed an extremely tenacious fighting spirit on the field. They tried their best not only to fight against the opponent's fierce attack, but also to fight against the heavy rain and the crazy Wandering Ball!
The crazy Wandering Ball chased after Harry and tried its best to knock Harry down from the air. Harry's posture was very embarrassing. Allen heard bursts of laughter coming from Slytherin's stands.
"What a terrible opponent!" Roger and Allen thought the same. They looked at each other with a dignified face.
"Harry showed excellent flying skills. If it were me, I'm afraid I would have been knocked off the broom! Malfoy is definitely not Harry's opponent. "Roger spoke highly of Harry and regarded Gryffindor as Ravenclaw's strongest opponent.
Just as the two were talking, there were exclamations from the stands, and the Wandering Ball finally hit Harry.
Harry's body slid to the side on the flying broom that was soaked by the rain. One of his knees was still hooked on the broom, and his right hand was dangling beside his body without feeling anything.
"He's going to hit Malfoy!" Roger yelled. In the hazy curtain of rain, Harry rushed towards Malfoy, who had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"No, he caught the Golden Snitch!" Allen added, then quickly got up and ran down the stands.
There were exclamations from the crowd. With a bang, water splashed everywhere. Harry fell into the mud and rolled down from the broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle.
When Allen rushed to the field, the rain poured mercilessly on Harry's face. Harry was lying on the ground moaning.
"I don't know what he's talking about." Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who were anxiously gathered around. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to treat your arm. "
Allen heard Harry's refusal. "No! Just let it be. Thank you … "
"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him. "It's a simple spell. I've used it countless times."
"Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald sleeves.
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