Chapter 121 Punishment (Modified)

After the group of little wizards who made mistakes were announced that they could go back to the dormitory, they left dejectedly one by one.

Professor Flitwick told Allen to go to his office next Wednesday, and today's dueling class is over. Allen bowed respectfully and said goodbye.

"Although I hit Malfoy in the face, it's cool! But Ravenclaw was deducted 200 points, and he will be sent to confinement!" Edward was heartbroken for the points lost by his own academy.

"Didn't you get a penalty-free card in the Charms class? It seems to be useful!" Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw Edward grinning strangely.

The punishment of confinement came quickly, probably due to the large number of people. Every day, some people were punished to do voluntary labor for Filch, and some people needed to help Hagrid take care of his animals, or patrol the Forbidden Forest.

Edward managed to avoid punishment by virtue of the penalty-free card he got in the charm class, which made other Ravenclaws very envious.

Soon, Allen also received a punishment notice to go to the Forbidden Forest on Saturday night, and he expressed no pressure on this. The Forbidden Forest is almost becoming his third home-the first is Mr. Harris's home , and the second is the Ravenclaw Tower. And Allen can also take the opportunity to see Tina and Little Bird Snake.

"I'd rather patrol the Forbidden Forest than help Filch clean up! Last time I was punished to clean the trophies in the trophy room, not only could I not use magic, but Filch supervised me to use oil to polish those trophies over and over again, I wiped the Quidditch cup fourteen times, fourteen times, he is satisfied! Not to mention the pain in my hand, now I can smell the polish when I raise my hand!" Ron He raised his hand with lingering fear and asked Allen to smell his hand.

Allen smiled awkwardly and politely, and avoided it.

"Alan, I always thought that Slytherin and Gryffindor would fight. Unexpectedly, it was Ravenclaw who struck first!" Harry looked forward to it. He had wanted to beat Malfoy for a long time. I have never hated anyone so much, even Dudley is cuter than Malfoy!

"Harry, Ron! We can't lose points to Gryffindor anymore!" Hermione warned her two friends, seeing their eagerness to try.

In the first grade, they were arrested for sending Noble off in the middle of the night. They lost a huge amount of points to Gryffindor, which made the three of them feel very difficult in Gryffindor for a long time.

"I heard that many students in Slytherin were assigned to help Professor Snape process the raw materials of the potion. This is like exempting from punishment in disguise!" Hermione felt that this even tasted like a reward, and helped Snape The professor should be able to learn a lot of ways to deal with potions!

"If that's the case, I'd rather write a reply for Professor Lockhart than Snape!" Harry frowned with disgust on his face!

"However, fortunately, no one was really hurt. Marcus Flint looked seriously injured, but Madam Pomfrey cured him completely in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, someone might really be fired! ' added Hermione.

Allen touched his nose, and the culprit who caused Marcus' injury was him. If his stun spell hadn't hit Marcus, he wouldn't have been hit by so many spells from other Ravenclaws. But Allen didn't regret it at all. He was cured so easily. Allen still felt that he had acted too lightly. He knew that he would cast a few more curses.

Harry and Allen had the same thought, and he wished that Marcus' injury would be more severe.

"That's not good at all! The Gryffindor Quidditch team is playing Slytherin on the fastest broomsticks money can buy on Saturday! If Gryffindor loses, think I wonder what Wood will say!" Thinking of Saturday's game, Harry was a little nervous.

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help complaining to the group of Gryffindors in his heart, "You didn't ride the fastest broom that money can buy at the beginning last year... Although I still have a broomstick that money can buy... You may not even be able to buy a broomstick..."

What kind of threat is the Slytherin Quidditch team,

The real thing to watch out for is the house elf - Dobby!

On Saturday morning, after Ellen finished exercising, he came to the cafeteria for breakfast, and found that the young wizards of the Gryffindor Quidditch team were sitting crowded together, each of them seemed nervous and taciturn. The entire Gryffindor table was exceptionally quiet.

Everyone knows the importance of equipment, but it's really not Gryffindor's style that morale is so low. Like a spring, the lower the Gryffindor team is being pushed down, the harder it will be to resist sooner or later!

As eleven o'clock approached, Allen followed the crowd to the Quidditch Stadium. The weather was hot and humid, with thunder in the air, and a heavy rain was coming.

As Allen expected, Gryffindor showed an extremely tenacious fighting spirit on the field. What they struggled against was not only the opponent's ferocious attack, but also the inclement weather with heavy rain and - that crazy Bludger!

The crazy Bludger was chasing after Harry, doing all it could to knock Harry out of the air. Harry's posture of avoiding the Bludger with all his strength was very embarrassing, and Allen heard bursts of laughter from the Slytherin stands.

"What a terrible opponent!" Roger and Hero Allen saw the same thing, and they looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Harry has shown extremely superb flying skills. If it were me, I'm afraid I would have been knocked off the broom! Malfoy is definitely not Harry's opponent." Roger spoke highly of Harry and regarded Gryffindor as his Ravenclaw's strongest opponent.

While the two were talking, exclamations came from the stands, and the Bludger finally hit Harry.

Harry's body slid sideways on the rain-soaked broomstick, one knee still hooked to the broom, his right hand dangling unconsciously beside his body.

"He's going to hit Malfoy!" Roger yelled! In the misty rain, Harry rushed to Malfoy, who was smiling sarcastically.

"No, he caught the Snitch!" Allen added, then quickly got up and ran down the stands.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and there was a bang, a splash, and Harry fell in the mud and rolled off his broom. His arms hung there at a very odd angle.

When Allen rushed to the field, the rain poured mercilessly on Harry's face, and Harry lay on the ground moaning.

"Don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart said loudly to the anxious Gryffindors gathered around. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm."

Alan heard Harry's refusal: "No! Let it be like this, thank you..."

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple spell. I've used it countless times."

"Stand back," said Lockhart, rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"Don't—don't hiccup~" Harry weakly refused to Gilderoy Lockhart, which ended in a hiccup.