Chapter 242 The Confrontation with Slytherin (Modified)

Professor Snape immediately looked at Malfoy.

In front of his dean, Malfoy would never admit cowardice. He deliberately held his chest up, "See you on the field, Alan, I hope you can hold on to your Firebolt firmly. Don't be hit by the Whomping Willow." shards!"

Malfoy looked at Alan and Harry maliciously, while Goyle and Crabbe smirked behind him.

"I think we need a little bet." Allen is not afraid, anyone can shoot guns, and the game will see the truth.

"Whoever loses will have to take off his clothes and fly around the castle on a broomstick." Malfoy proposed a punishment that would make people lose face.

Allen nodded without hesitation, and just as he was about to leave, Malfoy stopped him suddenly.

"Alan, I want to raise the bet. If you lose, you can no longer have anything to do with Harry Potter." Malfoy looked at Alan, as if afraid of causing misunderstanding, and he added, "Excellent purebloods don't have anything to do with Harry Potter." You should hang out with these scum!"

This look made Allen involuntarily think of Dumbledore.

Allen couldn't help coughing twice in embarrassment, "Since you care about Harry so much, I'll raise my bet too. If you lose, you should shout 'I bully Harry Potter' while flying around the castle." It's because I have a crush on him, I'm jealous of Ron'."

Harry and Ron looked at each other - Ron looked at Malfoy with a disgusted expression, then at Harry, a look of sudden realization.

Malfoy looked furious, as if he was about to pounce on Aaron immediately, and Harry's face was also flushed. He remembered Malfoy's behavior when he first met him... He didn't dare to think about it...

"Uh, just kidding." Allen shrugged - but Malfoy didn't appreciate it.

"Okay, it's settled like this!" Malfoy squinted at Allen, pushed Harry and Ron away aggressively, and walked into the Potions classroom first.

"Come in for class." Professor Snape, who had a slightly surprised expression just now, snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to the Potions classroom, with his cloak thrown behind him, like a huge bat.

Harry and Ron glanced at Allen, as if they were about to step into the execution ground, they stepped into the classroom.

The agreement between Allen and Malfoy spread like wildfire. During dinner, the atmosphere between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was unprecedentedly tense.

During Roger's meal time, he asked Allen no less than five times about the location of the Firebolt alone. Suddenly, he put down the food in his hand and stood up hastily. "I will arrange some students to be on duty in shifts. After all, as long as you have a brain, it is not difficult to enter our common room."

His decision is undoubtedly very wise. That night, the two senior Ravenclaws who were arranged to watch the night caught Miles Bletch and Marcus Flintmont who wanted to sneak in. .

When Professor Flitwick sent someone to notify Professor Snape, the two of them had already been beaten black and blue by the angry Ravenclaw.

The arrival of Professor Snape did not make the two Slytherin wizards feel any better.

"Filius, I am deeply sorry for what happened." Professor Snape saluted Professor Flitwick apologetically.

"Marcus and Miles I will punish." He grabbed Marcus by the clothes on their backs and pulled them up from the ground.

After Professor Snape glanced over the two with gloomy eyes, he suddenly said, "Professor Flitwick, Alan Harris and Draco Malfoy made a bet, why don't we make a bet too?" .”

"Severus, please speak." Professor Flitwick suppressed his anger and maintained the necessary etiquette.

"Which house loses, that house will withdraw from the competition for this year's House Cup." Professor Snape's gloomy voice was heard clearly by the young wizards present.

"If you want to gamble, then gamble." Although Professor Flitwick was short in stature, he did not lose his momentum in the slightest.

He guarded the two young Slytherin wizards behind him and left the Ravenclaw common room.

in all memory,

No game has ever come in such an atmosphere full of gunpowder.

News of the bet spread throughout the castle, and tension between the two teams and the two houses reached a fever pitch.

There were some skirmishes in the corridors, and in the worst of them, a Ravenclaw fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year ended up in the hospital hospital with lettuce popping out of their ears.

Qiu Zhang's days were particularly sad. As Ravenclaw's Seeker, she was always harassed by Slytherin students in various ways when she went to class.

For example, cast a Stumbling Curse on her quietly to make her fall, curse her loudly to disturb her mind, and follow her to make things difficult for her when she is alone...

After knowing the situation, Roger immediately arranged for people to protect Qiu in turn, and never let her act alone.

Even male students from other colleges were so eager to take on the task that Cho Chang couldn't make it to class on time because she was always surrounded by a crowd of chattering little wizards.

Roger was more concerned about the Firebolt's safety than Cho Chang. He wanted to lock the Firebolt in a box and let Professor Flitwick watch over it at all times.

Allen stopped him from this crazy thought, "The Firebolt is safe with me, really! No one can get it but me."

The night before the match, all day-to-day activity in the Ravenclaw common room ceased as everyone prepared for the next day's match.

Very noisy in the common room.

The players coped with the pressure by being more boisterous than usual.

Roger Davis was squatting in the corner in front of a model Quidditch field, talking to himself while directing the model figurine to move around with his wand.

"Don't be afraid, we have Firebolts!" Roger said nervously.

Qiu Zhang was talking with Luna, and he didn't know what he said. Qiu Zhang suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh that was completely different from usual.

Seeing this, Allen put down the book in his hand and stood in the middle of the common room.

"The voice is loud." Allen's voice suddenly overwhelmed the din of the common room.

"Ravenclaws, please listen to me." Allen became the center of Ravenclaws' attention.

"I'm really guilty. Because of me, the relationship between the two colleges has reached an extreme stalemate." Allen looked around the audience.

Everyone shook their heads and looked at him with encouraging eyes.

"Tomorrow is the day we play Slytherin. We can win as a team. Or we can crash together and watch Slytherin win the house cup."

Many Ravenclaws frowned.

"The difference between a winner and a loser is the difference between life and death. In any battle, those who are desperate will win. And I have no doubt that we will win the final victory." Allen's voice rose.

"But before that, I call on everyone to remain restrained and calm, so that my teammates and I can calm down and accumulate strength for the final victory." Allen said solemnly.