Unlike Ravenclaw's morale, Gryffindor's players were devastated. They thought that Professor Snape would definitely find ways to deduct Gryffindor's points and would definitely not give a fair penalty.
"Snape is the referee?" George Weasley was so scared that he fell off his broom. He spat out the dirt in his mouth and asked, "When has he ever been the referee for a Quidditch game? He has always hated Gryffindor. He definitely won't give a fair verdict. "
"Not necessarily. In the School Championship Competition, Ravenclaw won more gems than Slytherin. If Snape wants Slytherin to win the School Championship Competition, he will definitely suppress Ravenclaw's scoring chances. "This was the optimist in Gryffindor's team.
"Not necessarily. Ravenclaw's Allen? Harris is the only student that Snape has not criticized. Allen is a ball chaser. Maybe Snape will favor him! "
"What's more, his hatred for Harry is obvious!"
"The only thing to be thankful for is that Allen is only a ball chaser, not a ball seeker."
Gryffindor's players also landed next to George. Some of them complained, while others were full of hope.
"No matter what," Wood said. "As long as we ensure that we abide by the rules in the game, Professor Snape will have no excuse to make trouble for us."
In the end, Gryffindor's team finished their training. When they came out of the field, their faces were terrifyingly dark.
Allen, who had finished training at Quidditch, went back to the bathroom to wash up and went straight to the library. He was used to doing his homework in that secluded place. From afar, Allen saw Slytherin's Malfoy teaching Gryffindor's Neville and Freeg a lesson!
"One is an idiot, and the other is a weakling. What a perfect match. Why don't you add some fun to us?" At this moment, Malfoy's originally handsome and delicate face became extremely ferocious. Malfoy pointed his wand at Neville and Freig. Neville's face was full of fear, while Freig's face was full of anger. He struggled to rush up and beat Malfoy, but his arms were firmly held by Crabbe and Gore, and he couldn't break free at all.
"Die if your legs stand still, die if your legs stand still." Two curses hit Neville and Freig one after another. Their legs were stuck together. The distance was too far, and Allen had no time to rescue him. Malfoy laughed heartily, seemingly amused.
"Malfoy, you've gone too far. How can you test curses on classmates?" Allen quickly rushed over and dispelled the curses for Neville and Freig.
"Allen, you actually dare to go against me and Slytherin for two idiots from Gryffindor?" Malfoy's laughter froze on his face, and his expression was one of disbelief.
"Malfoy, first of all, Freeg is my good friend. Second, can you represent Slytherin? Will the Slythrins admit to your crude and lowly methods of bullying others? Finally, according to your logic, whoever has the bigger fist can bully others. Then, can I also attack you? " After saying that, Allen pulled out his magic wand and used his own methods to counter his own body at lightning speed. He cast the Leg Locking Curse on Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore.
Malfoy immediately cast Dispel Curse, but to his surprise, he couldn't dispel Allen's curse. The three of them looked at Allen with resentment, and Crabbe and Gore cursed loudly and crudely. "Allen, you'll regret this. You should know that the referee for the Quidditch finals is our dean, Professor Snape." As if he could see the outcome of Allen's failure, Malfoy's lips curled into a sinister smile.
"I believe in the professor's character." Allen shrugged, not caring at all about Malfoy's threat. "By the way, let me remind you that it's best to find a professor to dispel the curse for you, or you can go find Madam Pomfrey." Allen nodded to Freig and Neville and turned to enter the library.
Malfoy and the other two hopped like rabbits and left the library amidst the mocking laughter of the crowd.
"Thank you, Allen!" Neville and Freig chased into the library and found Allen, who had just opened a book.
"It's nothing, we're friends." Freig had mixed feelings when he heard Allen's words. They used to be good friends who talked about everything. How did they become estranged after coming to Hogwarts?
Allen wasn't surprised at all. Friendship was like this. It gradually grew over time and would also dissipate with the passage of time.
Looking at Freig's red eyes, Allen patted him on the shoulder. "You were very brave just now. I saw it all. As expected of Gryffindor. Neville, you too. "Allen looked at Neville with an encouraging smile.
The Quidditch finals were coming, and as a member of Ravenclaw, Allen was looking forward to victory. He knew that Harry Potter was strong, but he couldn't admit defeat without trying. He stayed in the Room of Everything for a long time and made a large amount of gold with magic stones to upgrade Ravenclaw's Quidditch brooms to Nimbus 2000. Then, he donated it all to Ravenclaw anonymously.
Roger was overjoyed. In his opinion, as long as Professor Snape didn't side with Gryffindor, victory was in their hands. Professor Fleevy was also overjoyed, but he still took away all the brooms of unknown origin and carried out a thorough inspection of each broom.
"Professor, can I take the brooms away?" This became Roger's way of greeting to Professor Fleevy. In fact, the other team members also looked at Professor Fleevy eagerly and paid attention to the progress of the matter. Finally, three days before the competition, Professor Fleevy returned the brooms to them and encouraged them with a shrill voice, "Play well, we have hope of winning the School Championship this time!"
Knowing that the opponent's equipment had been upgraded, Gryffindor's Quidditch team leader Wood sighed heavily and reminded Harry, "I don't want to put pressure on you, Potter, but we have to catch the Snitch as soon as possible in this competition. We have to finish this as soon as possible. "
On the day of the competition, when Ravenclaw's Quidditch team stepped onto the field with brand new brooms, Ravenclaw's stands were filled with enthusiastic cheers. They were eagerly looking forward to victory. They were very confident about this. Gryffindor's team's footsteps were heavy, but they also carried an indomitable spirit. Seeing this, Allen narrowed his eyes. What a tough opponent!
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