Dumbledore looked at Allen, then looked at Geraldine, and agreed.
"Geraldine, Quidditch's season is over. The training ground can be completely vacated for you to use."
For Dumbledore, it would be great if he could take this opportunity to get Allen away from black magic.
Dumbledore felt more and more that Allen, this little wizard, was outstanding, the kind that was far more outstanding than his peers.
And he had met two people like this before.
"Thank you very much, Dumbledore." Geraldine bowed and thanked him, then turned to look at Allen.
"So, now, as the head coach of the England national Quidditch team, I would like to extend an invitation to you. Are you willing to be the national team's ball finder?"
Geraldine looked at Allen with a very serious expression.
"I'm willing."
Although the words were simple, Allen could not help but feel very excited.
He had expected his plan to succeed, but when it really came to fruition, he was still very happy.
"This is indeed something worthy of celebration. Congratulations, Allen, do well and bring glory to the country! "Dumbledore patted Allen's shoulder kindly and encouraged him.
"Thank you, Professor." Allen could not contain his joy at all and thanked him happily.
It had to be said that at this moment of joy, there was someone who could share it with him, and someone who could send congratulations in time, it gave him a very warm feeling.
"The official invitation will be sent to you tomorrow." Geraldine took out a cigar and twirled it between his fingers.
"The other team members will stay at Hogsmeade and will only come over when it's time for training. Dumbledore, thank you. "Geraldine thanked him again.
After a polite greeting, Geraldine hurriedly said goodbye.
He still had a lot of things to deal with and a lot of people to contact.
As the head coach, he was not only responsible for training, he also had to be responsible for a lot of coordination, communication, and organization work.
Finally winning the Quidditch Cup, the Ravenclaw little wizards' excitement lasted for at least a week.
Because with their usual excellent performance and the Quidditch Cup, they could almost lock in the final School Championship Cup in advance.
Even the weather seemed to be celebrating.
In May, the days became clear and cloudless, and it was so hot that people just wanted to take a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to the field and sit down.
Casually playing a few rounds of high boulders, or watching the giant squid swim dreamily on the surface of the lake, what a pleasant thing to do.
However, this kind of leisure was someone else's.
For Allen, he could only use the fragmented time to complete his schoolwork.
Compared to Geraldine, Roger's crazy training was nothing.
In terms of professionalism, intensity, intensity and training time's training could not be compared to that. Geraldine.
Geraldine's training plan was almost accurate to the minute and second.
Every time Allen came to Hogwarts, he could see a few large rolls of parchment plans and analysis.
The Quidditch training for the World Cup took up almost all of his leisure time.
Listening in class seemed to be more like a kind of relaxation, a kind of leisure.
Compared to Allen's performance in class, the other little wizards were not so relaxed.
Perhaps influenced by the busy revision of the senior students, the professors seemed to be reluctant to see the little wizards idle and gave them a lot of homework.
The students could not continue to be free outside, but had to stay in the castle, forcing their brains to concentrate and trying to ignore the tempting warm wind outside the window.
Penello was also very busy. She was preparing to pass the N.E.W.T. (Ultimate Wizard Examination), which was the highest qualification provided by Hogwarts.
In order to become an Aura, she had to pass at least 5 exams, and the results must not be lower than "exceeding expectations."
For this reason, Penello's beautiful blonde curly hair was neglected. She just casually tied it behind her head, which made her look more intellectual and beautiful.
Heavy schoolwork, studying the knowledge in the tower, plus training for the World Cup, such a combination of fists, even someone as strong as Allen couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted at the end of the day. It was very hard.
In this case, after a day of training, Allen, who had always been a good sleeper, had a rare dream.
In the hot summer, under the blue sky, he was riding a fire crossbow and flying freely in the sky.
Under the eyes of tens of thousands of people, Allen caught the Golden Snitch and attracted thunderous cheers.
At the moment when the final whistle sounded, all the audience rushed to the lawn below the stadium.
Penello was at the front of the crowd, followed by Hermione and Luna.
Allen could not help but smile.
He looked down from the sky, and everyone was enthusiastically cheering and shouting for him …
Suddenly, darkness shrouded the earth, and cries resounded through the world.
The crowd was in chaos, and everyone was running around, pushing and shoving each other to escape.
A cloud of green smoke emitted a dazzling light as it rose higher and higher. Under the dark night sky, it looked like a new constellation.
Allen recognized it at a glance. It was the symbol of the Black Demon. The huge green skull was undoubtedly announcing that someone was killed here.
Allen rode a fire crossbow and immediately flew over.
Under the green light, Penello's body was twisted into an extremely strange posture. Hermione's head was tilted to the side silently. Luna's face was full of blood, and her eyes were closed.
Allen felt as if his heart had been cut by a knife. His internal organs seemed to have been grabbed together by a huge hand and twisted into a ball.
He quickly landed on the ground, and the fire crossbow was casually thrown to the side.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to caress Penello's face, but something strange suddenly happened.
The greyish-white fog surrounded him, and the cries, screams, triumphant shouts, and rampant laughter all disappeared in an instant.
The surroundings were silent, and only the gloomy greyish-white fog surrounded Allen.
Allen suddenly calmed down, as if all the happiness, hope, and beautiful experiences had left him, leaving behind only numbness and coldness …
Sensing that something was wrong, Allen hurriedly looked at the place where the three girls had been — it was empty.
Just as Allen was anxiously looking for them, a huge figure appeared in front of him.
The figure was erratic, and he could not see its face clearly.
This figure was twisted in the fog, and from Allen's point of view, it looked like a huge — Soul Catcher!
It was wearing a cloak and holding a huge scythe in its hand.
It brandished the scythe in the air, and three greyish-white figures floated towards him.
Allen was very anxious because he immediately recognized that the three souls were Penello, Hermione, and Luna!
He rushed forward, wanting to snatch back the souls of the three girls, but it was as if he was bound and could not move at all.
In a mixture of shock and anger, Allen roared and instantly controlled his body. All the scenes no longer existed.
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