Chapter 300 National Team (Modified)

The stands also paid attention to Allen's actions, and the little wizards talked a lot.

Cedric stared, seeing that Alan had no follow-up action, and he, who had been obsessed with fair play, even waited for a few seconds before turning around and flying towards the Ravenclaw stands.

Now he has no time to think about why Allen pointed out the golden snitch's trail to him, and he didn't respond to the pause he just wanted to wait for Allen to get closer—since the other party didn't accept it, then he would go all out. I don't want to waste this great opportunity.

Compared with Allen, he is closer to the Golden Snitch.

Cedric's eyes were firm, and he quickly glanced at the Ravenclaw stand.

near-

near-

The Snitch is right in front of him, just lean out, just reach out—

He heard wild cries of surprise from the crowd behind him.

Infinite joy surged in Cedric's heart, and he stretched out his right hand straight, as if he saw the Quidditch Cup waving to him.

At this moment, a figure quickly flashed past him, and when his hand was about to touch the golden snitch, he took a step faster and gathered the golden snitch in his hand.

Cedric's triumphant smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

There was a wave of people in the stands instantly, and the cheers of the little wizards resounded throughout the arena.

Cedric didn't know, but the little wizards could see it clearly.

When Cedric quickly flew towards the Golden Snitch, Allen's broom quickly hovered in front of the Ravenclaw stands, and then he pointed in Cedric's direction, making a victory gesture.

The Ravenclaws below were silent at first, they were worried that the Golden Snitch would be caught by Cedric.

When Allen quickly caught up with Cedric, cheers broke out in the stands instantly.

In the eyes of the audience, Allen, wearing a Ravenclaw uniform, turned into a cloud of blue smoke, quickly drifted past Cedric, and caught the Snitch first.

No one thinks that Allen is arrogant. His amazing speed, his confident expression, and his fearless attitude conquered the audience.

Allen hovered in the air, holding the Snitch aloft with one hand and tucking the other behind his ear—he was mimicking the signature celebration of a favorite NBA star who happened to have his own namesake.

He twirls his right hand around his ear before beckoning to the audience.

That action seemed to tell everyone: Let me hear your cheers, let me hear your cheers!

Seeing such actions, the enthusiasm of all the little wizards was ignited.

"Alan, Alan, Alan..."

Rhythmic shouts came from the stands, no matter which college's little wizards they were chanting Alan's name frantically.

Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle, and the game was over - a crushing victory for Ravenclaw.

Although this kind of crushing is only reflected in the seekers of both sides.

Cedric was at a loss, and the ups and downs were always unacceptable.

In fact, he didn't have to question himself at all.

Although he is older than Alan, Alan, who has taken attribute potions, has improved his physical fitness in all aspects, which is far from being comparable to that of ordinary wizards.

Ravenclaw's little wizards were almost hoarse, and they flocked to the arena, celebrating their victory with various actions and shouts.

"We won the cup again with a perfect record! We won the cup with a perfect record again!"

When Roger took over the huge Quidditch cup from Dumbledore, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he was too excited to speak—he knew that he was not really good, but he could really join a professional club 100% after graduation This is also likely to be the last official game in his life.

"If it weren't for Alan Harris, this match would be meaningless!" The male reporter in the stands put away his notebook and stood up.

The same thing is going on in the distance.

"With no suspense in the game, the strength of this little wizard cannot be underestimated.

"Behind Dumbledore, Geraldine was smoking a cigar, looking at Allen surrounded by little wizards with admiration.

"Have you made up your mind?" Dumbledore looked at Geraldine.

"It's him. Although he is very young, his strength is indeed outstanding. In the limited time, I can't find a more suitable candidate."

Geraldine was extremely decisive, and once a decision was made, he acted immediately.

"Albus, look, the competition is about to start this summer, can you let him go back to training with me directly?" Geraldine stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Sorry, Geraldine. I can't make a decision for Allen, why don't you ask his opinion!"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed. Of course, he supported Allen to participate in the World Cup. Perhaps this would stop the child from indulging in the study of black magic.

In the locker room, Allen met Geraldine.

This is something Allen didn't expect at all. He originally wanted to use "The Quibbler" to promote the game and win the attention of the head coach in front of him.

It seems that the head coach of the national team is more impatient than he imagined.

"This summer, the World Cup will be held. I hope you can join the national team and represent us in England." Geraldine did not beat around the bush, but directly invited Allen.

Allen also nodded and agreed without hesitation. The opportunity is fleeting, and when it comes, it is natural to grasp it-there is no need to show those hypocrisy.

"I hope you can temporarily put aside your studies and join our training." Geraldine stared at Allen with burning eyes.

"May I ask, what role do you want me to play?" Although Allen had some guesses in his mind, it's better to ask clearly.

"Seeker!" Although Geraldine was surprised, he was confident that no little wizard could resist the temptation of being a Seeker in the national team.

"Coach, I hope to continue to stay at Hogwarts to complete my studies. For a Seeker, there are not many tactics to cooperate with the players. I have enough time to go to training on normal rest days."

Under Geraldine's disbelieving gaze, Allen made the request.

Geraldine did not consider that Allen would make such a decision.

How could there be a little wizard who would choose to stay in school to complete his studies and give up the opportunity to train with famous players?

"Hogwarts is very far away from our training place. If you arrive at us by train, I'm afraid it will waste a lot of time." Geraldine's eyes sharpened.

"You don't need to worry about this at all, I have already learned to apparate." Allen was completely unaffected by the opponent's aura, and said calmly.

Geraldine was silent.

He stood up suddenly and went out.

"Aren't you worried about losing this opportunity?" Professor Dumbledore felt that the young man in front of him once again impressed him.

"Losing me will only be his regret." Allen said confidently.

After a while Geraldine came back.

"Albus, I have an unfeeling request, and I hope you will agree." Geraldine looked at Dumbledore.

"Geraldine, please."

"I hope that our Quidditch national team can conduct closed training at Hogwarts." Geraldine said.

He just went out to investigate the Quidditch field. The equipment here is very complete and can fully support ordinary training.

And the further training equipment can be rearranged completely, and it won't take long.