Chapter 239 Firebolt (Modified)

Seeing the complicated look on Harry's face, Allen shrugged and smiled.

For Alan, he came to visit Harry out of necessary courtesy—and Alan didn't care about Ron's sick temper. Alan felt that he was not Harry, and he didn't need to endure this. All kinds of bad behaviors of the redhead, and then wait for the other party to wake up suddenly to make the relationship and friendship closer...

"Harry, dementors don't affect everyone that much. You fell off the broom because of them, right?" Jay, Allen decided that he still wanted to enlighten Harry.

"Yes," said Harry. He hesitated, and then the question he wanted to ask couldn't help but blurt out: "Why? Why did they have that effect on me? Could it be that I—?"

"It has nothing to do with weakness." Allen said decisively, as if reading Harry's thoughts, "Dementors affect you more than others, and that's because you have fears in your past that no one else has. "

Hermione nodded at the side, as smart as she was, she instantly thought of the relevant records of Dementors - she just hasn't developed the habit of connecting the knowledge memorized by rote to real life.

"Yeah, Harry, Alan has a point. When they entered the field, I thought about the most horrible experience I have ever experienced in my life. If I am in the sky, then I will fall too." Perhaps it was because he thought of his wand after listening to Hermione's prompt, or perhaps because he thought of the days of sharing life and death with Allen in Egypt, Ron suddenly softened his attitude towards Allen.

Allen said the previous proposal again, "Harry, I suggest you go to Professor Lupine to learn the Patronus Charm, it can help you resist dementors."

"Alan, can Harry—"

"Hermione, I'm going to see Professor Lupine."

Before Hermione finished speaking, she was interrupted by Harry, Ron opened his mouth wide, but in the end he didn't say anything - and Alan felt that he should say goodbye to them.

After Gryffindor's defeat, Malfoy got carried away. He finally took off the bandages, and to celebrate the use of his arms again, he kept imitating Harry's embarrassment when he dropped his broom.

But soon, his complexion turned sour again - in fact, no house except Ravenclaw could be happy this morning.

During breakfast, Allen's owl, Benny, took the lead, and four extremely majestic owls deliberately bypassed Hufflepuff's long table for some reason and threw a long and narrow package to Allen.

Allen stood up with quick hands and quick eyes, and grabbed the package, avoiding the tragedy of broken dishes and food splashing.

"What is it?" Edward asked while chewing bacon.

Allen didn't answer, touching the package, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, if he guessed correctly - tearing open the package, Edward took a deep breath and threw away the food in his hand.

A gleaming and exquisite broomstick was displayed in front of everyone, and other Ravenclaws also came together to look at the broom carefully.

"I can't believe it." Roger Davis, who heard the news, squeezed into the crowd and said hoarsely.

It's the Firebolt, the broom that every little wizard dreams of.

"Can I touch this baby of yours?" Roger's voice trembled with excitement—after hearing the other party's speech, Allen threw the broom to Ravenclaw's broom with a little disgust as if he had been electrocuted. Captain Quidditch.

With a cry of surprise, Roger took it carefully and held it in his hand. The broom handle was shining brightly. He could feel it trembling, so he let go of it—the broom was suspended in mid-air, just right for him to ride on. the height of.

The Quidditch captain caressed it with his eyes. From the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle, he could see the flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail made of birch twigs.

"The best broomstick in the world,

Firebolt! Oh, the Academy Cup! Roger glanced at Allen, then continued to look at the broomstick with great eagerness, and stroked it slowly with his hands.

Allen couldn't help but took two steps back. He felt that Roger's wide eyes were like a precious cassock like the Firebolt...

More and more people gathered around, Allen finished his breakfast hastily, and returned to Ravenclaw Tower surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players.

Everyone believed that the Firebolt should enjoy such treatment, and the Ravenclaws looked eagerly at the departing players, talking a lot.

Malfoy's face was pale, his father would never buy seven Firebolts for Slytherin, one Firebolt was more expensive than all Slytherin's brooms combined!

There was silence on the long Gryffindor table, Wood was like an eggplant beaten by frost - Ravenclaw had a Firebolt, and Harry's Nimbus 2000 had been shattered into pieces.

As Harry fell through the air, his broom was blown away and hit the Whomping Willow.

And what the Gryffindor team can offer Harry now is the school's broomstick - the antique "Meteor", which is slow and a bit wobbly.

The antique Meteor took on the world's most advanced broom, the Firebolt, and the results were obvious.

Harry sat blankly at the dining table, unconsciously stirring the cooled pumpkin porridge in front of him.

Hermione blinked, ran out like the wind, and soon came back with a thick book in her arms: "Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.

"The Complete Book of Broomsticks." Harry looked down and read the words on the cover.

"Harry, I think you can study the different brands carefully. Choose a broomstick that suits you." Hermione bit her lip and said.

"But there is no broom that can compare to the Firebolt." Ron stared at the direction in which the Ravenclaw players were leaving, and blurted out, "So the Harris family is so rich? These pure bloods are too extravagant!"

Harry's eyes drooped.

"Aren't you a pure blood yourself!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily. If she hadn't taken Harry's emotions into consideration, she would have given Ron a good lesson.

Roger Davis was inspired by the Firebolt with all his enthusiasm for training. With crazy energy, he led the players to train as hard as ever in the cold rain.

None of the team members complained of suffering or tiredness. As long as they saw the Firebolt riding on Allen, everyone seemed to see the gleaming Academy Cup waving to them.

After a hearty training, Roger called everyone together with a serious face.

This made the Ravenclaw players reflect on the training just now. Everyone was very active, and no one made a mistake. What happened to Roger?

Before speaking, Roger glanced at Qiu Zhang guiltily.

"I think the division of labor among our team members needs to be adjusted." Roger said in a heavy tone, but the tone in his words was very firm.

Qiu Zhang blinked, she seemed to have guessed what Roger said next, showing embarrassment.

"Qiu, you are indeed a very good seeker, with a flexible body and sharp eyesight. But I think Alan seems to be more suitable for the position of a seeker, what do you think?" Roger hesitated for a long time The words were spoken.

Cho Chang is really good, maybe she can beat Draco Malfoy in Slytherin; for some special reasons, she can barely beat Cedric Diggory in Hufflepuff; but against Gryffindor If there are too many Harry Potters, it will be extraordinarily difficult.