Chapter 243 The Scary Allen (Modified)

Allen's impromptu speeches are effective, and Ravenclaw, who is no longer impetuous and calm, feels more oppressive, like the darkness before the storm.

The next day, the Ravenclaw Quidditch players were greeted with applause when they walked into the Great Hall - Gryffindor and Hufflepuff applauding the eaglets, too.

The Slytherins hissed as they passed, and Aaron saw Malfoy look paler than usual.

The Ravenclaw players were treated extremely well. The little wizards had already vacated their seats, and they cared not to disturb the players too much for their breakfast.

The oppressive team members did not panic because of the arrival of the game. When they filled their stomachs and set off to the stadium to familiarize themselves with the situation, everyone applauded again.

When leaving the auditorium, Alan bumped into Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were going to eat in the auditorium.

Harry and Ron had weird faces, obviously worried about the content of the bet between Allen and Malfoy.

At that time, Harry and Ron thought that the bet was just a joke, but since the content of the bet got out, everyone smiled strangely when they saw Harry and Ron. It made them uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for Hermione's urging this morning, the two of them wouldn't want to appear in the auditorium at all - think about it, on such a day, as one of the bets, the attention they will get if they appear in the auditorium.

Seeing Allen, Hermione Granger was able to smile naturally. "Good luck, Ellen!" Hermione's eyes were sincere, but her face was flushed because of her hurry.

"Thank you, Hermione." Allen thoughtfully passed a glass of pumpkin juice to Miss Know-it-all, but they accidentally touched each other's hands when passing it-the two were stunned for a while before realizing that they should retract their hands.

Harry seemed to understand something, and smirked on the sidelines. Ron's face became ugly, and he didn't understand why he suddenly found Allen in front of him particularly annoying.

"Great... I just watched it outside, there is no wind... the sun is a little bright, it will dazzle your eyes, be careful... the ground is hard, good, it takes off fast..." Ravenclaw's Panting, the Quidditch captain, Roger, broke into the dining room and walked up and down the long Ravenclaw tables, looking at this and that, making sure all the players followed.

Finally, they saw the gate of the castle opened, and the whole school crowded onto the lawn.

"The locker room." Roger ordered.

"Guys, in three minutes, the most important battle I have faced since I was at Hogwarts. What we need now is to unite and go all out. In this team, we fight for ourselves, for Every player around us fought and fought for the honor of Ravenclaw."

Roger's firm eyes swept over one player after another. Everyone was full of trust and returned him with the same firm eyes.

"Please look at the people around you, look into his eyes, I think you will see a person who is willing to fight for Ravenclaw with you, and you will see a person who is willing to sacrifice for this team. Because He knows that when you face the same thing, you will do the same for him."

Roger paused, then continued: "This is a team, gentlemen! We are now going to fight as a team or die as individuals. This is Quidditch, and that's all there is to it! Now, how Do?"

Roger growled.

"Destroy them completely!" The team members were full of fighting spirit and blood.

"Set off!"

They walked out of the locker room with an indomitable momentum and walked to the court, and the noisy sound rushed towards them.

Three-quarters of the spectators wore blue roses, waved bronze flags with Ravenclaw ravens, or held banners with words such as "Go Ravenclaw!" banner.

Behind the Slytherin goalposts there were two hundred people wearing green ornaments, with silver snakes shining on their flags - Professor Snape in the first row,

He also wears green ornaments and has a sombre smile on his face.

Allen has noticed in the past few years that Slytherin House is often squeezed out by all other houses. Although in fact, they are often responsible for their own fault, but it is just that they themselves are used to this kind of confrontation. As the managers of the magic school, they have no intention of improving this abnormal situation at all, and even the professors themselves are obviously used to it. Thinking of this, Allen frowned and looked at the principal in the stands, "It's too qualified for the position of white wizard, but it's too..."

"Ravenclaw is on the pitch! Looks confident! It's worth noting that Alan Harris will be riding the most advanced broom in the world - the Firebolt! Wait, I didn't watch Wrong? The one riding the Firebolt is Qiu Zhang!" Lee Jordan, who was still serving as the commentator, shouted, interrupting Allen's thoughts.

There was a commotion on the platform, and everyone looked around.

"Well, assigning the best broom to the Seeker is justified everywhere. Allen is really generous..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall habitually poked Lee Jordan's waist with his wand.

"Professor, can you change the place?" Jordan rubbed his waist dissatisfied.

Professor McGonagall raised his wand as a gesture, and Lee Jordan immediately turned around to continue explaining.

"The Slytherins are in too, led by Captain Flint. He's made some adjustments to the lineup, it seems to be more about size than skill—"

There were boos from the Slytherin stands.

But Allen felt that Lee had something to say. Malfoy was clearly the smallest on the team, the rest of the team were tall and strong.

"The two captains shook hands!" Ms. Hooch said.

Flint and Roger came forward and shook hands, as if they wanted to crush each other's fingers.

"Take a broom!" said Ms. Hooch. "Three...two...one..."

Her whistle was drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and fourteen broomsticks rose into the sky.

Malfoy gave Alan a provocative smile, looking even less flat than usual.

"The game has begun. The biggest excitement in this game is the Firebolt. Qiu Zhang rode it to represent Ravenclaw. According to "The Complete Book of Flying Broomsticks", the Firebolt is the broomstick of choice for the national team in this year's World Cup— —”

"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?" Professor McGonagall's voice cut in.

"No problem, Professor—a little background information. By the way, the Firebolt has a built-in automatic brake that—"

"Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, now Ravenclaw has the ball, Ravenclaw's Roger Davies is ready to throw the ball and shoot..."

"The ball - scored! Roger was originally an excellent hitter, and it seems that he can also be perfectly competent in the position of the chaser. I have to say that Ravenclaw's sudden change of tactics hit Slater. Lin was caught off guard."

Just when Roger hit the first ball of the game and the field on the Ravenclaw side was boiling, Slytherin's Seeker Draco Malfoy just started the game like taking Felicia. Saw it—the Snitch was just down there, flying around by a fence.

He swooped down quickly, a smug smile on his face.

There was silence in the Ravenclaw stands, and everyone's heart was pulled. Penello bit her lips tightly, her heart felt so nervous that it was about to explode.

The smiles of many little wizards froze on their faces before they could take back their smiles.

That's it for Ravenclaw - lost?