Allen and Anna hadn't even entered the Quidditch Stadium when they heard the Gryffindor's cheers echoing in the cold sky, mixed with the roars and groans of the Slytherin.
The two of them looked at each other and quickly walked to the stands where Ravenclaw was. The feeling of watching the game from the stands was very different from participating in it. Allen saw the little lions roaring in the stands opposite of Gryffindor and felt that he was indeed Ravenclaw. He would never be able to be that wild and passionate.
"There's still no trace of the Cat Thief, right?" Anna asked Roger, who was frowning and frantically recording the data.
"Yes, we haven't seen the strength of the players on both sides. They haven't found any traces of the Golden Cat Thief yet. However, Gryffindor's ball chasers and batters are very strong, especially the batters. They have a great rapport with each other. "Roger looked at the Weasley brothers who were flying freely in the sky with a look of envy.
"They are twins and have lived together since they were young. It would be strange if they didn't cooperate well. However, our team's batters are also very good. For example, you, aren't you? "Allen's flattery made Roger puff out his chest.
"Oh, of course. I'm the best batter in Hogwarts!" Roger's soft golden hair and his white teeth were shining in the sun, attracting the attention of many girls.
"Roger, can I borrow your binoculars?"
"Of course. Anna, do you need it? I brought a lot. "Roger felt that he was a very reliable captain.
Allen raised the binoculars and looked at a small dot in the sky with great effort. That was Harry. Harry was very high in the sky, gliding around the field lightly. Obviously, he hadn't found the Golden Cat Thief yet.
Allen watched the game with ease. After being nervous, he didn't feel nervous at all as he watched the game. Sleepiness filled his whole body. At this moment, he missed Ravenclaw's bed very much. He missed the feeling of being wrapped in a soft quilt.
"Golden Snitch!" Roger's scream shook Allen's spirit. "Harry found the Golden Snitch!" Allen immediately raised his binoculars. Harry was diving at high speed, but unfortunately, Slytherin's Marcus Flint had intentionally knocked him away.
"So" - after that obvious and despicable act of cheating - "Lee Jordan, the commentator, was unable to control his anger, and Ellen felt that he was quite right. It was a disgraceful act!
No matter how angry the audience was, the game had to go on. This proves that when you encounter unfair treatment, you don't have to blame the heavens and accuse others. You don't have to give up on yourself. What you need to do is to become stronger and make your opponent lose face.
While many people were still immersed in anger, Harry's broom shook uncontrollably. Slytherin scored, and no one noticed Harry's abnormality. Harry's broom twitched and twisted crazily. Slowly, it rose higher and higher, causing Harry to leave the arena.
"Something happened to Harry." Allen was the first to notice that something was wrong. Roger and Anna quickly pointed their binoculars at Harry. Harry's broom began to flip and roll, and he could only barely support himself from falling. Suddenly, the broom twisted crazily again, and Harry was thrown down. He was now holding the broom handle with one hand and was suspended in the air.
The audience in the stands were no longer in the mood to watch the game. Many people exclaimed when Harry fell. Allen pointed his binoculars at Hermione and followed her tracks in the crowd. He planned to help if the situation went wrong. Fortunately, Hermione succeeded in igniting Professor Snape's robe and knocking down Professor Quirrell at the same time. Harry landed safely and spat out the Golden Snitch from his mouth. Gryffindor won.
"I don't know if it's strength or luck, but no matter what, Gryffindor is a strong opponent." Roger closed his notebook and was full of fighting spirit.
"For Gryffindor, so are we!" Across the noisy and excited crowd, Allen smiled encouragingly at Harry. "Harry, see you in the finals!"
One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke up from a dream and found that the ground was covered with several feet of snow, and the lake was covered with hard ice. Although it was cold to the bone, Allen's mood was as good as spring. He had finally completed the system's library quest and successfully obtained the Book of Master Potion Master Verto. The book recorded the methods of making various magical potions. The more he delved into it, the more he felt his ignorance. Allen was unable to extricate himself from the sea of knowledge.
Unlike Allen, the other students were eagerly looking forward to the holidays. Although the lounge was supported by Professor Fleevy's spell and the hall was burning with a raging fire, it was very warm. However, the corridor with the wind blowing through the hall became bitterly cold. The windows of the classroom were also rattling from the biting cold wind. The worst thing was that Professor Snape's classes were all in the basement. When they exhaled, a white mist would form in front of them. They could only try to get as close to their hot crucibles as possible. Only Allen was unusually enthusiastic about the Potion class. He experimented with the methods of making potions in the Book of Master Potion Master Verto. At the same time, he listened very carefully to Professor Snape's explanation to consolidate his foundation. Comparing the two, Allen felt that his Potion Master Potion Master Verto had made great progress.
Professor Snape also apparently found that Allen was different. He was impeccable about Allen's potions. Even in one of the Potion Masters class, he found that Allen did not use the methods in the textbook and did not say a word. This was simply inconceivable to the other students. Other than Slytherin's students, Professor Snape only looked at Allen in a new light. Not only did he not criticize him, he even gave him pointers. In a situation where the other students were suffering from the double freezing of their minds and bodies, Allen's state of being like a fish in water was really enviable.
It was not just the Potion Masters class. Allen's performance in the other classes was also excellent. When the gap between you and someone was too big, you could only look up to them. Therefore, no one came to find trouble with Allen. Everyone thought that the first place in the final exam would definitely be Allen. Everyone could only fight for the second place!
Excellent students had their own problems, which was that they could easily become the teacher's helpers. For example, at this moment, Allen was called by Professor Fleevy to help decorate the Christmas decorations. Together with the professor, he used their wands to spray out strings of golden bubbles and hung them on the branches of the tree that Hagrid had just moved. With everyone's concerted efforts, the auditorium was beautiful and spectacular. The walls were hung with hanging ribbons made of holly and mistletoe. There were a total of twelve towering Christmas trees erected around the room. Some of the trees had small shiny icicles hanging from them, while others had hundreds of candles flickering on them.
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