Chapter 240 Team Adjustment (Modified)

Roger didn't think Gryffindor would let Harry race on that antique.

The captain of Gryffindor, Oliver Wood, is an avid Quidditch fan. He is about to graduate this year. Although he has basically missed the championship, Roger doesn't think he will give up his last chance to participate in the Quidditch match.

All the players looked at Qiu? Zhang and Allen.

"Roger, it's not because of this Firebolt, is it?" Allen asked calmly.

"Well, I don't deny that there was a Firebolt factor in my decision, but Allen's ability is very comprehensive, no matter what position he is in, he can be perfectly competent. The most important position in Quidditch - Seeker, I think None other than him."

Roger looked at Qiu Zhang, who looked pale. As far as she is concerned, if she is not a seeker, I am afraid there will be no place for her in the team.

"Compared with a seeker, I want to be a hitter." Allen suddenly interjected, although he is gentle, but he is more eager for some exciting positions, such as a hitter, a chaser, It's fun to score, but if the Seeker can't catch the Snitch quickly, then the game becomes boring for Allen.

But compared with a seeker who can only defend passively, Allen feels that a hitter who can attack others at will is more attractive.

If Roger didn't propose an adjustment, Allen would naturally not make trouble out of nothing. Now that he's said that, Allen still wants to make a case for himself -- he's really, really interested in the hitter.

"Roger, besides, if I become the Seeker, who will be the Chaser? Where will Qiu Zhang be placed?" Allen continued.

Qiu Zhang glanced at Alan gratefully. Although Alan never thought she was as beautiful as some other students in terms of aesthetics, he couldn't help but feel that Qiumei's peaks were slightly gathered, her eyes were slanting, and she was silent. It looks very pleasing to the eye.

"As for the Firebolt, I am willing to let Qiu Lai ride it to ensure that we can catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible." Alan said these words under everyone's disbelieving eyes.

"Alan, that's the Firebolt! The most expensive broom in the world!" Roger looked at Alan in surprise.

"If you will give me the batter's position, I have no problem at all." Allen stared at Roger as soon as he finished speaking, making his voice sound more bewitching, "And, Roger, Don't you want to try a new location?"

It has to be said that Allen scratched Roger's itch.

Replacing Qiu Zhang is actually risky. Qiu is not very aggressive. Except for the Seeker, it seems that it is not suitable to be placed in any position. And Roger, as long as conditions permit, will soon bid farewell to Hogwarts. As a tsquidditch player, he really wanted to try the feeling of a chaser scoring.

"What's your opinion?" Roger looked at the other players.

The Ravenclaws who are the most tolerant of heterogeneous and strange ideas have no objections. What's more, Allen is willing to give up his Firebolt and keep Qiu's position. What can they resist!

He exchanged the broomstick in his hand with Qiu, Alan didn't show any reluctance, he even looked very happy, Firebolt, as long as he has money, Alan can order again at any time, but the position of the batter, Alan It is indeed a long-awaited. If you want to choose among Muggle ball games, Allen is actually more interested in the fierce collision of rugby than other ball games.

In fact, Ravenclaw's silent change of roles is also a tactical disturbance for several other colleges.

After exchanging roles, the Ravenclaw players flew into the sky again, and practiced every minute and every second. When they came back from the court again, everyone had a fanatic look on their faces and couldn't hide their smiles. meaning.

"Isn't it the Firebolt, it feels like they've already got the Quidditch trophy." Ron complained to Harry jealously, "These purebloods will use these money methods despicably! It's not fair at all! "

"Ron...you're pureblood yourself.

"Hermione Granger looked a little embarrassed. In fact, it reminded her that Harry was given a Nimbus 2000 by Professor McGonagall in the first year. Isn't this unfair to other colleges...

And Harry obviously didn't pay attention to the two companions, he tightened the book in his hand, he hadn't decided which broom to buy, compared with the Firebolt, even the Nimbus 2001 was not attractive.

The only thing that made Harry feel happier was that Remus John Lupine appeared in Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.

Of course, for the little wizards of Ravenclaw, this is also a great thing to celebrate-especially after Professor Lupine announced that everyone does not need to write the papers on the two scrolls of parchment.

They had a very pleasant class, and Professor Lupine brought a glass case containing a Hincklepunk, a tiny one-legged creature that looked like it was made of wisps of smoke and was rather fragile, It didn't look dangerous either.

"It leads travelers into the mud," said Professor Lupine, and the students took notes. "Notice the lantern it carries? Jump forward—people follow the light—and—"

Hinkpunk clings to the glass wall, making eerie, crunching noises.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone packed up their things and walked out of the door. Allen stayed at the end calmly, "Professor, you don't look very good." Allen looked at Professor Lupine's face.

He looked as if he had been seriously ill, his old robes were more baggy, and there were dark shadows under his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern, Alan." Professor Lupine looked at Alan with a smile. This was the first little wizard who took the initiative to care about his body.

But soon, his smile froze on his face.

"Professor, I have finished the dissertation on werewolves assigned by Professor Snape." Allen said in a low voice.

Professor Lupine stared at Allen, frowning slightly.

"I know, when you met Boggart, Boggart turned into a crystal ball. And—" Allen looked at Professor Lupine calmly.

A ray of winter sunlight streamed into the classroom, illuminating Lupine's graying hair and the lines on his young face, which still looked quite calm.

"It happened to be a full moon a while ago! And you didn't show up in class." Allen stared at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with his hands behind his back.

He also felt quite uncomfortable about debunking Professor Lupine like this, but he had to do it just in case.

"What a coincidence, isn't it?" Lupine said calmly, snapping the briefcase shut.

"Perhaps, what's even more coincidental is that I know that Professor Snape is brewing the wolfsbane potion, and the beneficiary is you..." Allen directly pierced the last layer of window screen, telling himself that Professor Lupine is a werewolf. The truth was in front of the other party.

Lupine's arm jerked as if to grab Alan's arm, but he held back. A moment of silence, and then—

"You are such a keen little wizard. Indeed, I am a werewolf. Dumbledore trusted me and let me take up the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The Wolfsbane potion brewed by Professor Snape made me become Safe. I can stay sane while shapeshifting as long as I drink the drug a week before the full moon... I can curl up in my office, a harmless wolf, waiting for the waning moon."

"If you can't accept such a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—" After a pause, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Professor Lupine's mouth.