For Allen, there was another very important thing. He had to write a letter to Mr. Harris immediately and tell him that the three girls could enter and leave Ravenclaw Tower.
Otherwise, if a few outsiders suddenly entered his own tower, it would be easy to cause a misunderstanding.
In the letter, Allen explained in detail that he had set up a training group at school.
Allen emphasized Penello and the other two girls, pointing out that they were indispensable helpers in the training group.
At the same time, he told his family about his nightmare in detail.
After writing at least three inches of parchment, Allen rolled them into a small paper tube and sent Benny to bring it to Mr. Harris.
Allen was so engrossed in writing that he did not notice the passage of time. It was almost time for breakfast.
Allen thought that it would take at least the afternoon to receive a reply from Mr. Harris. Unexpectedly, just as he walked out of the training ground's locker room, Benny flew over.
It stood on the fence at the side of the field, stretched out its left leg, and let Allen take the letter.
Benny gently pecked Allen's finger, flapped its wings, and flew away.
Allen untied the string. The content of the parchment was very simple, but Allen's face suddenly burned, and he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Mr. Harris's reply was very simple and straightforward, with only two lines of letters:
Already known.
Three girlfriends?
No matter how embarrassed Allen was at the moment, when Coach Geraldine led the team into the training ground, Allen had already adjusted his mentality and was ready for the new training.
"Today's training content is the Ultimate Halo," Geraldine said in a deep voice.
He waved his magic wand, and countless large and small circles of light appeared on the field, in the sky, and in the castle.
"Your task is to ride a broom and pass through these circles of light. The more you pass through, the longer you persist, and the better you will be. "
"Who wants to try first?" His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over the team members one by one.
"How about we let the newcomer go first?" Batter George Cohen was a big man. Cohen was a big man. He crossed his arms and bared his white teeth.
The others roared with laughter.
In the previous routine physical training, Allen's performance was indeed shocking. However, Quidditch was not a sport that only relied on physical fitness to win.
A player's flying skills, thinking style, and judgment would all affect his strength during the game.
They had no room to doubt Geraldine's choice, but instead of using so many outstanding adult wizards, they wanted to know the reason why he chose an underage wizard to be the most important ball seeker.
It should be known that the position of the ball seeker had quite a fascinating charm because they had always been the best fliers on the field. Of course, they were often the most seriously injured athletes.
"Kill the seeker" was Brute to The first rule in Clint's Hitter's Bible.
If Allen's Brute force to be killed, then their chances of winning would be close to zero.
And through this test of the Ultimate Halo, they could judge the level of Allen's Brute Force flying skills.
When Alan saw their expressions, he guessed what they were thinking.
If he could not show his strength, he might not be recognized by the other players and could not really integrate into the team.
However, although he was not afraid of challenges, he could not blindly participate in the test.
"Coach, I want to know, what is the average result of the best ball seeker?" Allen looked at Geraldine.
"Pass through 500 halos in 30 minutes." Geraldine took out a cigar and lit it with his magic wand. He took a deep breath and said, "If you are ready, you might as well give it a try."
Allen nodded and rode the flaming arrow with a determined look. He leaned forward and made up his mind that he would do his best and give it his all.
Geraldine motioned for the batter and ball seeker to follow. He also rode the broom and the five of them rose into the sky together.
Without the presence of the manager, the other players were very comfortable.
The goalkeeper, Gordon? Banks sat on the grass and plucked a leaf. He imitated Geraldine and held it in his mouth.
"Allen, do your best!" In the stands, many of the young wizards from Hogwarts became excited and cheered for Allen.
Following Geraldine's command, Allen began to move quickly.
As he passed through a halo, another halo would appear.
These halos were high and low, surrounding the towers and castles, rising and falling one after another.
There were also some halos that would suddenly move just as you were about to pass through, making it so that you would miss them before you could react.
Allen had to concentrate all his attention to avoid making mistakes.
When he successfully passed through the thirty-six halos, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.
Four wandering balls were coming at him from four different directions. The momentum was extremely fast and the angles were extremely tricky.
If Allen had not persisted in training his body for a long time, allowing him to have the finest control over his body, Allen might not have been able to accurately avoid these wandering balls.
In the hands of the four national-level Quidditch players, these wandering balls were extremely crazy. Even Allen found it extremely difficult to avoid these wandering balls while also paying attention to the halos that suddenly appeared.
When Allen flew past the castle, he attracted the attention of the young wizards from Hogwarts.
They had never heard of such a training method before.
Allen's outstanding flying skills and quick reflexes made them click their tongues in wonder and exclaim in admiration.
In the library, the young wizards were attracted by the cheers outside and crowded around the window to watch.
Hermione, who was reading hard at her desk, absentmindedly heard Allen's name. She could not help but put down the book in her hands, "The Greatest Light Magus of the Present Age — Dumbledore", and stood in front of the window.
Seeing that Allen had successfully avoided the crazy attacks of the wandering balls, Hermione's anxious heart relaxed.
After Allen's figure disappeared from the other side of the castle, Hermione returned to her seat with a relaxed smile and closed the book that she had been desperately flipping through.
Whether or not Professor Dumbledore was a truly great light Magus was no longer important. What was important was that she just had to follow Allen's instructions and stay away from Dumbledore.
Under the attacks of the four wandering balls, Allen could no longer count how many halos he had passed through.
He could feel the soreness in his limbs and that his physical strength was nearing its limit. He also experienced the intense pain of the wandering balls hitting his body.
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