"But, that was Lightwheel 2001! Only Malfoy's broom was saved! "A senior Slytherin student roared in grief and indignation.
Seeing the commotion, the Ravenclaw team members also ended their celebration and squeezed into the crowd.
Professor Snape looked at them with a dangerous gaze, but Allen did not cower in the slightest and looked back.
"What's the matter?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked over, and the junior Wizards made way for them.
Allen noticed that the Wizard beside Dumbledore was not ordinary.
He was not ordinary because of his aura. When he moved, he was like a ferocious cheetah, ready to pounce.
His strides were wide, and he walked quite confidently. His head was bald, his face was full of whiskers, and his deep-set eyes flashed from time to time.
He had a large cigar in his mouth, which he constantly turned up and down, and his cold and sharp eyes met with Allen's.
Ellen sensed that his gaze seemed to be faintly circling around him all the time.
Unlike the professors of Hogwarts, he did not wear a magic robe, but a light-colored coarse tweed suit. His neck was exposed from the collar of his striped shirt, and he held a small notebook in his hand.
Ellen looked at him without batting an eyelid, secretly guessing his identity.
"Professor Snape, do you have any questions about the result of the match?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, his expression serious.
"Yes, Principal. I think Ravenclaw's tactics were too extreme. Slytherin suffered heavy losses in this match. "Snape's words caused the junior Slytherin Wizards to launch a crusade against Allen.
"Allen is too much, he broke so many of our brooms!"
"He also injured Marcus!"
"Bor's eyes were also injured!"
"They broke our brooms, but they used fire arrows!"
"Madam Huo Qi didn't punish them, I suspect there's a conspiracy!"
…
"Mrs. Huo Qi, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed them down. The discussion stopped, and everyone looked at Mrs. Huo Qi.
However, Allen keenly sensed that the man beside Dumbledore was still sizing him up.
"Principal, I think my decision is fair and just. It is completely in line with Quidditch's rules." Mrs. Huo Qi felt that her professionalism had been questioned. She was a little angry, but she restrained herself and clenched her fists.
"Professor Snape, did you hear that?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape.
Snape's lips were tightly pressed together. He didn't say a word, but the dissatisfaction on his face was obvious.
"How about this? The person beside me is a real expert, the head coach of the English Quidditch team, Geraldine? Mr. Malthus. He also watched the game just now. Why don't we let him comment? " Professor Dumbledore blinked his eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses. He thought of the best person to judge the game.
"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe that you are the most qualified person to give us pointers on this matter. What do you think? "Everyone's eyes followed Professor Dumbledore's words and turned to the man who couldn't be ignored.
Geraldine twirled the cigar in his mouth. "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is very difficult for people in my situation to restrain themselves. What I say may not be pleasant to hear."
"We would like to hear the truest voice, Geraldine," Professor Dumbledore responded without hesitation.
"Alright then. If you ask me, for a little Adept of this age to have such wisdom and methods, it's really impressive. This game is the darkest game I have ever seen. "He twirled the cigar between his fingers and began to comment without holding back.
"The truth is right in front of us. It is indeed the Slytherin team that broke the rules first. This kind of lowly means of breaking the rules will not have any effect in a regular game. It is ridiculous. What I am surprised is that you have the nerve to stand out and question the result of the game. How despicable. "
Although the Slytherin team was angry, they had to admit that Geraldine was right.
"And the way Mr. Harris attacked cannot be criticized according to the rules of Quidditch. You — "Geraldine pointed at Professor Snape and the Slytherin team who were protesting.
"Against Allen? Harris' actions were within the rules and he didn't care at all that he broke the rules first. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentor do not have the spirit of Quidditch at all. "
Professor Snape's eyes looked as if he wanted to dissect Geraldine alive.
"If my batter was as good as this gentleman, I would let him play like this from the start instead of letting the opponent provoke me before taking action."
Geraldine was obviously used to being the main spokesperson. His free speech and actions were outstanding. His calm attitude and his deep insight made the young wizards believe in his words.
"Principal!" Allen suddenly walked out from the Ravenclaw team and said, "In order to improve the standard of Quidditch in our school and make the game more formal, I am willing to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the school.
I encourage everyone to fight with their own strength. "
Then, he glanced at Slytherin with disdain, "Unlike some amateur scoundrels who can only use annoying, shameful, and unorthodox methods and still feel proud of it."
Under the astonished gazes of the young wizards, Allen was like an unsheathed sword with an imposing aura.
"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Allen sternly, trying to confirm whether Allen was being impulsive because of his youthful passion.
"Quidditch is a very comprehensive sport. It has high requirements for the players' speed, strength, flexibility, flexibility, coordination, and mental strength. I believe that we, Ravenclau, can defeat any opponent fair and square within the rules with our strength. "
"When I was traveling in the United States with Professor Fleevy, I was lucky enough to receive a large sum of money. I am willing to donate this money to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment. "
Gryffindor's Ron looked at Allen with his mouth wide open. He thought that Allen must be crazy.
Gryffindor's Oliver Wood's eyes shone brightly. Wood's eyes shone brightly. If Gryffindor could be equipped with Luminous Wheel 2001 … He looked at Alan with a burning gaze.
Hufflepuff's Cedric? Digory's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Allen. He completely agreed with Allen's proposal and yearned for this kind of fair game. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.
"We are confident that with fair equipment, we can still win!" Allen stood there like a tall mountain, his aura pressing down on others.
"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood beside Allen, completely agreeing with him.
Ravenclaw's team members walked up and stood behind Roger and Allen with their chests puffed out.
Allen suddenly turned towards Slytherin's direction. "If anyone dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind breaking everything I donated!"
The Slytherin did not dare to look Allen in the eye and lowered their heads. Some Slytherin even wondered why Allen was not in Slytherin. Wasn't he a pureblood?
Geraldine spun the cigar in his mouth for a while and stared straight into the eyes of the young Magus in front of him.
However, Allen generously welcomed the other party's gaze that he wanted to probe.
When Allen found out about Geraldine's identity, he had a basic guess as to why Geraldine had come to Hogwarts.
This summer break — Quidditch's World Cup! As the head coach, Geraldine must have come to select the seedlings that could become Quidditch's team members.
Allen acutely sensed that this was an opportunity!
A chance to openly display his strength!
A chance to let all the Magi in the world know him and cheer for him.
At this age where he should be hot-blooded, Allen had a natural desire to participate in the World Cup.
"Professor Snape, perhaps, you should be willing to accept your loss and keep your promise. However, due to the tournament rules, you can still finish the rest of the competition. "Professor Fleevy said in a high-pitched voice.
He was extremely displeased that Snape had questioned the results of the competition and interrupted Ravenclaw's celebration.
Snape's gaze was extremely dangerous as he stared fixedly at Professor Fleevy.
Malfoy's face turned pale as he thought of the bet he had made with Allen.
At the same time, Gryffindor's Harry also became nervous. Harry did not want to hear his name from Malfoy's mouth.
After a while, Professor Snape said in a suppressed voice, "We, Slytherin, will withdraw from this year's School Championship. Let's go! "
His gaze swept dangerously across Allen's face before he turned and left. The Slytherin players followed behind him dejectedly and left the stadium.
Malfoy's expression was extremely pained. He could not wait to follow Snape's footsteps and leave, but was stopped by Allen.
"Malfoy —"
Before Allen could finish his words, Malfoy pretended to raise his head arrogantly and said, "Allen, I will keep my promise."
Allen looked at Malfoy's obviously panicked and confused expression, but he still pretended to be calm, and laughed. "Malfoy, you can choose not to keep your promise. In fact, I don't care. However, I want to remind you that since you care so much about the glory of the pureblood family name, why don't you do something that matches your pureblood nobility? Where is the magnanimity of a pureblood noble? "
Hearing Allen's words, Malfoy felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. If he really had to keep his promise, he would rather die. He had already planned to delay it. After all, he did not mention the time of the bet.
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