Seeing the complicated look on Harry's face, Allen smiled good-naturedly.
For Allen, he was here to visit Harry, so he didn't need to pay attention to Ron, who was beside him with a dark expression for no reason.
"Harry, Soul Catchers don't affect everyone that much. You fell from the broom because of them, right?"
After all, they were friends, so Allen still wanted to enlighten Harry.
"Yes," said Harry.
He hesitated for a moment, and then he couldn't help but blurt out the question he wanted to ask, "Why? Why do they have that kind of effect on me? Could it be that I —? "
"This has nothing to do with weakness." Allen said firmly, as if he had seen through Harry's thoughts. "The Soul Catchers affect you more than others because you have a fear in your past experience that no one else has."
Hermione nodded repeatedly. As smart as she was, she instantly understood what Harry was afraid of.
"Yes, Harry, when they entered the competition venue, I thought of the most terrifying experience I've ever had in my life. If I'm in the sky, then I'll fall too. "
Perhaps it was because he thought of the days when he and Allen had gone through life and death together in Egypt, but Ron suddenly softened his expression towards Allen.
"Harry, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin and learn the Guardian Spell. It can help you resist the Soul Catchers," Allen suggested.
"Allen, can Harry —"
"Hermione, I'll go find Professor Lupin."
Before Hermione could finish, she was interrupted by Harry.
Ron's mouth was wide open, not knowing what had happened.
Seeing this, Allen felt that he should say goodbye to them.
After Gryffindor's failure, Malfoy was beside himself with joy.
He finally removed the bandages, and to celebrate being able to use both arms again, he imitated Harry's sorry state when he fell from the broom.
But soon, his complexion turned terrible again.
In fact, apart from Ravenclaw, none of the other academies were 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.
Allen's hands were quick. He stood up and grabbed the bag, preventing the dishes from shattering and the food from splattering everywhere.
"What is it?" Edward asked as he chewed the bacon.
Allen didn't answer. Stroking the package, his heartbeat gradually accelerated. If he didn't guess wrongly —
Allen tore open the package. Edward took a deep breath and threw away the food in his hand.
A sparkling, exquisite flying broom appeared before everyone's eyes.
The Ravenclaw around Allen came over and examined the broom carefully.
"I can't believe it," Roger said after hearing the news. After hearing the news, Davis squeezed into the crowd and said with a hoarse voice.
It was a Fire Bolt. This was the flying broom that all the young wizards dreamed of.
"Can I touch it?" Roger was so excited that his voice trembled.
Allen generously passed the broom to him.
Roger held it in his hand, and the broom handle shone brightly.
He could feel it vibrating, so he let go of it.
The broom was suspended in the air at a height that he could ride on.
Roger caressed it with his eyes, from the golden registration mark at the top of the broom handle to the smooth and flexible broom tail made of birch twigs.
"The world's best flying broom, Fire Bolt! Oh, the School Championship! "Roger turned his head and looked at Allen with a fervent 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 Allen hastily finished his breakfast. Surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players, he returned to Ravenclaw Tower.
Everyone thought that the Fire Bolt deserved such treatment.
The Ravenclaw eagerly looked at the players who were leaving and talked among themselves.
Malfoy's face was pale. His father would never buy seven Fire Bolts for Slytherin.
A Fire Bolt was more expensive than all of Slytherin's brooms combined!
There was silence on Gryffindor's long table. Wood was like a wilted eggplant.
Ravenclaw had Fire Bolts, and Harry's Halo 2000 had been shattered into pieces.
When Harry fell from the sky, his broom was blown away by the wind and hit the Whomping Willow.
What Gryffindor's team could provide Harry now was the school's flying broom — the antique "Meteor," which was very slow and a little shaky.
The antique "Meteor" was up against the world's most advanced broom, "Fire Bolt," and the result was obvious.
Harry sat at the table in a daze, unconsciously stirring the pumpkin porridge that had already cooled down in front of him.
Hermione blinked and ran out like the wind. Soon, she ran back with a thick book.
"Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.
"The Complete Guide to Flying Brooms." Harry looked down and read the words on the cover.
"Harry, I think you can carefully study the different brands. Choose a flying broom that suits you. "Hermione bit her lip and said.
"But no broom can compare to Fire Bolt," Ron blurted out as he stared in the direction that Ravenclaw's team members had left.
Harry lowered his eyes.
Hermione glared at Ron angrily. If it weren't for Harry's emotions, she would have taught Ron a lesson.
Roger? Davis's enthusiasm for training was stimulated by Fire Bolt. With crazy energy, he led the team members to train as hard as ever in the cold rain.
None of the team members complained that they were tired. As long as they saw Allen riding Fire Bolt, it was as if they saw the glittering School Championship Cup waving at them.
After a hearty training session, Roger gathered everyone together with a serious expression.
This made the Ravenclaw's 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 Autumn with a guilty expression. Zhang.
"I think that the division of our team members needs to be adjusted," Roger said in a heavy tone, but his tone was very firm.
Autumn? Zhang blinked. She seemed to have guessed what Roger was going to say next, and she looked embarrassed.
"Autumn, you are indeed an excellent ball seeker. You are agile and have sharp eyes. But I think that Allen is more suitable for the position of ball seeker. What do you think? "Roger said what he had been hesitating about for a long time.
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