Chapter 301 Dream

Dumbledore glanced at Allen, then at Geraldine, and agreed.

"Geraldine, our Quidditch season is over, and the training ground is completely free for you to use."

For Dumbledore, it would be great if he could take this opportunity to keep Allen away from the black magic.

Dumbledore has felt more and more the excellence of the little wizard Allen, the kind that far surpasses his peers.

And he had seen two such people.

"Thank you very much, Dumbledore." Geraldine saluted and thanked, then turned to look at Allen, "Mr. Allen Harris."

"So, now, as the head coach of the England National Quidditch Team, I invite you. Are you willing to be the Seeker of the national team?"

Geraldine looked at Allen with a serious expression.

"I would."

Although the words are simple, Allen can't help but feel very excited.

He once expected that his plan would be successful, but when this was actually realized, he was still very happy.

"This is indeed a gratifying thing. Congratulations, Alan, I hope you can help your team achieve a good record." Dumbledore patted Alan on the shoulder kindly and encouraged him.

"Thank you, Professor." Alan did not suppress his joy at all, and thanked happily.

I have to say that at this moment of joy, someone can share with it, and someone can send congratulations in time, which makes people feel very warm.

"The formal invitation letter will be delivered to you tomorrow." Geraldine took out a cigar and twirled it between his fingers.

"The rest of the team members will live in Hogsmeade and will only come here for training. Dumbledore, please excuse me." Geraldine thanked again.

After paying his respects politely, Geraldine hurriedly left.

He still has a lot of things to deal with, and a lot of people to contact.

As the head coach, he is not only responsible for training, he also needs to be responsible for a lot of coordination, communication, and organization.

Having finally won the Quidditch Cup, the excitement of the little Ravenclaw wizards lasted at least a week.

Because with their usual excellent performance and the Quidditch Cup, they can almost lock the final College Cup ahead of schedule.

Even the weather feels like a celebration.

Come May, the days turn cloudless and scorchingly hot, making one just want to stroll over to the grounds with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice and sit down.

How pleasant it is to play a few random rounds of gobstones, or watch the giant squid swim dreamily on the lake.

But such leisure is someone else's.

For Allen, he can only use the fragmented time to complete his homework.

Roger's crazy training pales in comparison to Geraldine's.

Whether it is training professionalism, training intensity, or training time, what Roger organizes cannot be compared with Geraldine.

The training plan formulated by Geraldine was almost accurate to the minute.

Every time he came to Hogwarts, Allen could see the plans and analysis of several large rolls of parchment.

Quidditch training for the World Cup took up almost all of his free time.

Listening in class seems more like a kind of relaxation and leisure.

Compared with Alan's performance in class, other little wizards are not so relaxed.

Perhaps affected by the busy revision of the senior students, the professors seemed to dislike the young wizards and assigned a lot of homework.

The students couldn't continue to enjoy themselves outside, but had to stay in the castle, forcing their brains to concentrate and trying their best to ignore the tempting warm wind blowing from the window.

Penelope is also very busy as she prepares to pass the N.E.W.T. (The Ultimate Wizarding Test), the highest degree Hogwarts offers.

To become an Auror, you must pass at least 5 subjects, and the results must not be lower than "exceeding expectations".

For this reason, Penello's beautiful golden curls have been neglected,

It's just casually tied behind the head, which looks more intellectually beautiful.

With heavy schoolwork, research on the knowledge in the tower, and training for the World Cup, after such a combination of punches, even if he is as strong as Allen, he can't help feeling physically and mentally exhausted and very hard after a day.

In this case, after a day of training, Alan, who has always slept well, had a rare dream.

In the fiery summer, in the clear blue sky, he soars in the sky on a Firebolt.

Under the eyes of everyone, Allen caught the Golden Snitch, which attracted thunderous cheers.

At the moment of the final whistle, all the spectators rushed to the lawn below the stadium.

Impressively, Penello rushed to the forefront of the crowd, followed by Hermione, and Luna also jumped towards her from the other side.

Allen couldn't help but smile.

He looked down from high in the sky, and everyone cheered and yelled for him enthusiastically...

Suddenly, darkness enveloped the earth, and cries resounded throughout the world.

The crowd was extremely chaotic, and everyone was running around, pushing and shoving to escape.

A cloud of green smoke, shining brightly, rose higher and higher, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

Allen recognized it at a glance, it was the Dark Mark, and the huge green skull undoubtedly declared that someone was killed here.

Allen rode the Firebolt and flew over immediately.

Under the shining green light, Penello's body was twisted into an extremely strange posture; Hermione's head was tilted to one side, silently; Luna's face was covered with blood, and her eyes were closed tightly.

Allen's heart was pierced suddenly, and his internal organs seemed to be grabbed together by a huge hand and twisted into a ball.

He dropped quickly to the ground, the Firebolt thrown carelessly aside.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her face, and there was a sudden change.

The gray mist surrounded him, and those cries, screams, triumphant shouts, and rampant laughter all disappeared in an instant.

There was silence all around, only the gloomy, off-white mist surrounded Allen.

Allen suddenly calmed down, as if all the happiness, hope, and good things he had experienced were leaving him, leaving only numbness and coldness...

Alan, who noticed something was wrong, quickly looked at the position where the three girls were just now—it was empty.

While Allen was looking anxiously, a huge figure appeared in front of him.

The figure was erratic, unable to see clearly.

This phantom twisted in the mist, and from Allen's perspective, he seemed to be a huge dementor!

It wears a cloak and holds a huge scythe in its hand.

It waved its sickle in the air, and three gray-white shadows floated towards him.

Allen was very anxious, because he recognized it immediately, and the three souls were clearly Penello, Hermione and Luna!

He was eager to step forward, he wanted to snatch the souls of the three back, but he seemed to be bound, unable to move.

Frightened and angry, Allen roared and controlled his body instantly, and all the scenes disappeared.

He sat blankly on the bed, looked at the curtain blown by the breeze, and was silent—it turned out to be just a dream!

Now, he was awakened by a nightmare!