Professor Snape immediately looked at Malfoy.
In front of his own dean, Malfoy would never admit defeat. He deliberately puffed out his chest and held his head high. "See you on the field, Allen. I hope you can hold on tightly to that fire arrow of yours. Don't get smashed to pieces by the whaling willow again! "
Malfoy looked at Allen and Harry with ill intentions, while Gower and Crabbe giggled behind him.
"I think we need a little bet." Allen was not afraid. Anyone could talk big, but the truth would be revealed on the field.
"Whoever loses will have to strip naked and fly around the castle on a broom." Malfoy proposed a humiliating punishment.
Allen nodded in agreement without hesitation. Just as he was about to leave, Malfoy suddenly called out to him.
"Allen, I want to raise the stakes. If you lose, you can no longer have anything to do with Harry or Potter?" There's nothing to do with Potter. "Malfoy looked at Alan with a complicated expression.
This gaze made Allen involuntarily think of Dumbledore.
Allen could not help but cough awkwardly. "Since you care so much about Harry, then I want to raise the stakes too. If you lose, when you fly around the castle, you have to shout 'I bullied Harry? Potter is because I have a crush on him, and I'm jealous of Ron '. "
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Ron looked at Malfoy and then at Harry, as if he had suddenly realized something.
Malfoy looked furious, as if he wanted to immediately pounce on Allen and beat him up.
"Uh, just kidding." Allen shrugged.
But Malfoy did not appreciate it at all.
"Okay, it's settled then!" Malfoy glanced at Allen from the corner of his eyes, aggressively pushed Harry and Ron aside, and took the lead in entering the potions classroom.
"Come in for class." Professor Snape snorted and turned to walk back into the potions classroom. His cape was flung behind him, making him look like a giant bat.
Harry and Ron looked at Allen, as if they were about to step into the execution ground, and stepped into the classroom.
The agreement between Allen and Malfoy spread like wildfire. During dinner, the atmosphere between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was unprecedentedly tense.
In the time it took to eat a meal, Roger had asked Allen about the location of the crossbow no less than five times.
Suddenly, Roger put down the food in his hand and stood up hurriedly. "I need to arrange for some students to take shifts. After all, as long as they have brains, it's not difficult to enter our common room."
His decision was undoubtedly very wise. That night, the two senior Ravenclaw who were assigned to watch the night caught Miles who was trying to sneak in. Blech and Marcus? Flintmond.
When Professor Fleevy sent someone to inform Professor Snape, the two of them had already been beaten black and blue by the furious Ravenclaw.
Professor Snape's arrival did not make the two Slytherin Magi feel any better.
"Professor Fleevy, I am deeply sorry for what happened." Professor Snape apologized to Professor Fleevy.
"I will punish Marcus and Miers." He grabbed Marcus and Miers by their clothes and pulled them up from the ground.
Professor Snape's gloomy eyes swept over the two of them, and suddenly said, "Professor Fleevy, Allen? Harris and Draco? Malfoy made a bet, why don't we make a bet too? "
"Please go ahead." Professor Fleevy said politely.
"Whichever academy loses will withdraw from this year's School Championship." Professor Snape's gloomy voice was heard clearly by all the young Magi present.
"If you want to bet, then let's bet." Although Professor Fleevy was short in stature, he did not lose his imposing manner.
He shielded the two Slytherin Magi behind him.
In everyone's memory, there had never been a match that had started with such a tense atmosphere.
The news of the bet spread throughout the castle, and the tension between the two teams and the two academies reached a point where it could be triggered at any moment.
There were some scuffles in the corridor. In the worst case, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student and a sixth-year Slytherin student were sent to the school infirmary. Green leeks were popping out of their ears.
Autumn? Zhang was having a hard time. As Ravenclaw's ball seeker, when she went to class, there were always Slytherin students sticking out their legs to trip her.
Wherever she went, Crabbe and Gore would pop up, and when they saw her surrounded, they would move aside in disappointment.
Roger ordered Autumn? Zhang to be accompanied wherever she went, in case Slytherin's people made it impossible for her to play.
All the students in the academy were eager to take on this task, so much so that Autumn? Zhang could not enter class on time, because she was always surrounded by a large group of chattering people.
Roger was more concerned about the safety of the crossbow than Autumn? Zhang was more concerned about it.
He wanted to lock the crossbow in a box and let Professor Fleevy watch it at all times.
Alan put a stop to his crazy idea, "The fire crossbow is safe with me, really! No one can get it except me. "
The night before the match, all the daily activities in the common room of Ravenclaw Academy stopped. Everyone was preparing for the next day's match.
The common room was very noisy.
The players' way to deal with the pressure was to be more noisy than usual.
Roger? Davis squatted in front of a model of the Quidditch stadium in the corner, and used his magic wand to command the little people to move around as he talked to himself.
"Don't be afraid, we have the crossbow!" Roger said nervously.
Autumn? Zhang was talking to Luna, but he did not know what they were talking about. Autumn? Zhang suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh, which was very different from her usual self.
Seeing this, Allen put down the book in his hand and stood in the middle of the common room.
"Loud and clear." Allen's voice suddenly suppressed the noise in the common room.
"Ravenclaw, please listen to me." Allen became the center of attention of Ravenclaw.
"I'm really guilty. Because of me, the relationship between the two academies is at an extreme stalemate." Allen looked around the room.
Everyone shook their heads and looked at him with encouraging eyes.
"Tomorrow is the day of our match against Slytherin. We can win as a team. It's also possible that we will collapse together and watch Slytherin win the School Championship Competition. "
Many Ravenclaw frowned.
"The difference between the winner and the loser is the difference between life and death. In any battle, those who risk their lives will win. And I have no doubt that we will win in the end. "Allen's voice rose.
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