Chapter 295: The Blossom of the Fanbone Tree Blooms

When Allen opened his eyes again, he couldn't help being dazed for a while, as if he was savoring the memories from yesterday's dream...

Finally, he wanted to get up, opened the curtain, and glanced out the window.

The bright sun shone on Hogwarts, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear.

Such weather is rare in this wave-fringed island nation this month.

Early morning is the most wonderful moment in the twenty-four hours, where the sun rises to the east without being covered with gorgeous clouds, spreading out this magnificent red.

The golden flames are shining brightly, extending to high places and far away, occupying most of the sky.

The cool breeze blowing from the window also revived Allen's sluggish spirit.

"Ah, bad! Woke up too late!" Allen found that even Edward's bed was empty.

Looking at the ravaged undergarments and sheets, Allen felt his cheeks burn for the first time.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the silence.

"Alan, are you there? Are you up yet? What's going on?"

"He's up."

The voices of Penello and Luna sounded outside the door!

From their voices, Allen was keenly aware of their worries.

"Damn it!" It's him who should be worried!

Allen quickly pulled out his wand and cleaned up the bed and clothes.

After restoring the bed to its usual flat appearance, Allen hastily cast the cleaning spell on himself.

Allen looked at his bed, always feeling something was wrong.

He kind of wanted to tear the bed apart and destroy the body.

The knocking on the door outside gradually became louder.

Penello's calling voice gradually became more and more rapid.

"If I were the principal, girls would never be allowed to come and go to the boys' dormitory." Alan's mind was full of messy thoughts.

Perhaps because he was worried that others would see through the embarrassing things, Allen was at a loss for the first time in his life.

When he was about to go out, Allen accidentally tripped over Edward's footstool on the ground.

Allen couldn't believe that a stool could make such a heavy noise!

Immediately there were panicked shouts outside, and then the bedroom door was opened immediately, and Allen saw the group of little wizards outside at a glance.

"Alan, are you okay?" Edward barged in carelessly, the bedroom door swayed weakly, opening and closing.

Michael, Penello and Luna followed closely behind.

Seeing Alan standing on the spot, and then looking at the footstool lying on the ground, everyone instantly understood that they had misunderstood.

Allen twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and greeted the four of them as if nothing had happened, "Good morning, you guys!"

Although Penello usually acted gracefully, he couldn't help being a little cramped at this time.

Luna stared at Alan with her big light silver eyes, and suddenly said, "The sage tree is blooming."

The other three looked at Luna inexplicably. What is this crazy girl talking about?

Ellen, who was trying to maintain a serious face, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and he was keenly aware of the playfulness in Luna's eyes.

Helpless, he smiled awkwardly at Luna.

Luna raised her eyebrows and let herself wear a pair of anti-monster glasses, which were given away for free by the magazine "Quieker" edited by her father Xenophilius Lovegood, which made her look like a colorful, Emotionally disturbed owl: "There is too much harassment here." After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom first.

"What exactly is the harassment she keeps talking about?" The others were even more confused.

"Let's go to breakfast quickly." Allen couldn't help but flushed and urged.

Penello seemed to suddenly understand something, smiled charmingly, and left the bedroom quickly.

Edward and Michael looked at each other, their eyes were full of blankness, they didn't understand what these girls were doing.

With an awkward but polite smile on Allen's face, he urged the two to leave the bedroom quickly.

When he walked into the auditorium, Allen, who was seated, was surprised to find that Penello had replaced Edward and sat beside him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining, and the way she looked at Allen was really indescribably beautiful.

Allen tried his best to restrain himself, and went to pick up a piece of cheese as if nothing had happened, but it happened to rub against the back of Penello's hand.

Allen withdrew his hand abruptly, turned his head away, and Penello beside him couldn't help laughing.

"The Quidditch final is not far away, but Qiu Zhang doesn't want to be the Seeker anymore!" Michael's noisy voice sounded, and the content of these words made Allen's reason and understanding quickly return to him.

"I heard that her face was damaged too badly by Pansy, and she is still recuperating." Penello shrugged and spread ketchup on the sandwich.

"I've been persuading her for a long time. A good Seeker doesn't need a perfect appearance. But she can't pass her own psychological level." Roger collapsed helplessly on the chair next to Allen, "In fact, she doesn't get close You can't see those scars at all! Mrs. Pince said that as long as you get more sun, you won't be able to see the difference soon... But she doesn't want to stay outside for too long..."

"In other words, we need a new Seeker." Allen said calmly.

"The battle is coming, we need a Seeker who can fight against Cedric, Allen." Roger looked at Allen eagerly.

Allen calculated quickly, and a thought flashed through his mind: This might be an opportunity.

Allen thought of the news that he saw during the holiday—the famous star Kane Rooney who played for the Abbott Arrows, because he participated in illegal gambling and was unable to repay his debts, he committed murder in anger.

He thought again of the man who appeared on the field with a cigar in his mouth against Slytherin last time - the head coach of the British Quidditch team - Geraldine Malthus.

Geraldine has already discovered that Kane Rooney's state is not right, maybe he was looking for someone to replace him.

Today, it is absolutely impossible for Kane to compete in the Quidditch World Cup, so there is a great possibility that Geraldine will come to Hogwarts again to watch the game and select talents.

"Okay, I'll be the Seeker." Allen looked firm.

Success is reserved for those who are prepared. Now that you perceive an opportunity, you cannot let it slip away.

Allen secretly made up his mind that even if Geraldine wanted to choose a senior student who was about to graduate, he would definitely let the other party understand that he was the most suitable and irreplaceable candidate.

"Great, with you as the Seeker, the Quidditch Trophy must belong to us!" Roger jumped up from the stool excitedly, and he couldn't wait to select a suitable batsman.

Five minutes later, when they left the Ravenclaw table and walked towards the Quidditch pitch, all the Ravenclaws got the news.

The trials went on for almost one morning.

Half of the Ravenclaw House students from Years 1 to 7 came.

The first-grade students nervously clutched a few tattered old brooms they picked out from the school warehouse, while the seventh-grade students looked tall and tall, standing out from the crowd, and their aura was strangely scary.

No matter what grade the little wizards are, they seem to be very excited, bragging about their flying experiences, and the protagonists in these flying stories are becoming more and more amazing.