Chapter 239 Firebolt (Modified)

Chapter 237 Firebolt (Modified)

Seeing the complicated look on Harry's face, Alan shrugged and smiled.

As far as Alan was concerned, he came to visit Harry out of necessary politeness - but Alan would not care about Ron's weird temper. Alan felt that he was not Harry and he did not need to endure this. After a redhead's various bad behaviors, he waits for the other person to suddenly wake up and make their relationship and friendship closer...

"Harry, don't dementors have such a great influence on everyone. The reason why you fell off the broom is because of them, right?" After all, we are friends, and Hermione Grann is a little embarrassed on the side. Jay, Alan decided that he still wanted to enlighten Harry.

"Yes." Harry said. He hesitated for a moment, and then the question he wanted to ask blurted out: "Why? Why do they have such an impact on me? Do you mean that I-?"

"This has nothing to do with weakness." Allen said categorically, as if he had seen through Harry's thoughts, "The dementors have a greater impact on you than others. That's because you have had fears in your past experiences that others have not had. "

Hermione nodded repeatedly on the sidelines. As smart as she was, she instantly thought of the records related to Dementors - she just hadn't developed the habit of connecting the rote knowledge to real life.

"Yes Harry, Alan has a point. When they entered the playing field, I thought about the most terrifying experience I have ever experienced in my life. If I were in the sky, then I would also fall." Perhaps because he thought of his wand after listening to Hermione's prompts, or perhaps because he thought of the days of life and death with Allen in Egypt, Ron's attitude towards Allen suddenly softened.

Allen spoke out his previous suggestion again, "Harry, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm. It can help you resist Dementors."

"Alan, can Harry-"

"Hermione, I'm going to find Professor Lupin."

Before Hermione could finish her words, she was interrupted by Harry. Ron opened his mouth wide, but in the end he didn't say anything - and Alan felt that he should say goodbye to them.

After Gryffindor's defeat, Malfoy got carried away. He finally took off the bandages, and to celebrate having the use of his two arms again, he imitated Harry's discomfiture when he fell off the broom.

But soon, his expression turned bad again - in fact, this morning, no other house except Ravenclaw could be happy.

During breakfast, Alan's owl, Benny, took the lead, and four extremely majestic owls deliberately bypassed Hufflepuff's long table for some reason and threw a long and narrow package to Alan.

With quick hands and eyes, Allen stood up and grabbed the package, avoiding the tragedy of broken dishes and scattered food.

"What is it?" Edward asked as he chewed the bacon.

Allen didn't answer, caressing the package, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and if he guessed correctly - he tore the package open, Edward took a breath and threw away the food in his hands.

A sparkling, exquisite flying broomstick was displayed in front of everyone, and other Ravenclaws also came over and looked at the broom carefully.

"I can't believe it." Roger Davis said hoarsely as he squeezed into the crowd after hearing the news.

It’s the Firebolt, the broomstick that all little wizards dream of.

"Can I touch this baby of yours?" Roger was so excited that his voice trembled. After hearing what the other party said, Alan felt like he was electrocuted and immediately threw the broom to Ravenclaw's with a little disgust. Quidditch captain.

Roger exclaimed and carefully took it in his hands. The broom handle was shining brightly. He could feel it trembling, so he let go of his hand - the broom was hanging in mid-air, just right for him to ride on. the height of.

The Quidditch captain stroked it with his eyes, and from the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle, he could see carefully the flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail made of white birch twigs.

"The best broomstick in the world, Firebolt! Oh, Academy Cup!" Roger glanced at Allen, then continued to look at the broomstick with great enthusiasm, and slowly stroked it with his hand.

Allen couldn't help but take two steps back. He felt that Roger's eyes widened as if the Firebolt was some kind of precious cassock...

More and more people gathered around, and Alan ended his breakfast hastily, and returned to Ravenclaw Tower surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players.

Everyone thought that the Firebolt should enjoy such treatment. The Ravenclaws looked at the departing team members eagerly and talked about it.

Malfoy's face turned pale. His father would never buy seven Firebolts for Slytherin. One Firebolt was more expensive than all Slytherin's broomsticks put together!

There was silence on the Gryffindor long table, Wood was like an eggplant wilted by frost - Ravenclaw had the Firebolt, and Harry's Nimbus 2000 had turned into pieces.

When Harry fell out of the air, his broomstick was blown away by the wind and hit the Whomping Willow.

What the Gryffindor team can now provide Harry is a school broomstick - an antique "Meteor", which is very slow and a bit stumbling.

The old antique "Meteor" faced off against the world's most advanced broom "Firebolt", and the result was obvious.

Harry sat blankly at the dining table, unconsciously stirring the already cooling pumpkin porridge in front of him.

Hermione blinked, ran out like the wind, and quickly ran back with a thick book in her arms: "Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.

"The Encyclopedia of Broomsticks." Harry looked down and read the text on the cover.

"Harry, I think you can study the different brands carefully and choose a broomstick that suits you." Hermione bit her lip and said.

"But no broomstick can compare to a Firebolt." Ron stared at the direction the Ravenclaw members were leaving and blurted out, "So the Harris family is so rich? These purebloods are so luxurious!"

Harry's eyes dropped.

"Aren't you a pureblood yourself!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily. If she hadn't taken Harry's emotions into consideration, she would have taught Ron a lesson.

Roger Davis was inspired by the Firebolt to train with all his enthusiasm. With crazy energy, he led the team members to train as hard as ever in the cold rain.

No team member complained about being tired. As long as they saw Allen riding the Firebolt, everyone seemed to see the sparkling Academy Cup waving to them.

After a hearty training session, UU read www. uukanshu.net Roger called everyone together with a serious face.

This made the Ravenclaw team members reflect on the training just now. Everyone was very active and no one made any mistakes. What happened to Roger?

Before speaking, Roger glanced at Qiu Zhang guiltily.

"I think the division of labor among our team members needs to be adjusted." Roger said in a heavy tone, but the tone of his words was very firm.

Qiu Zhang blinked. She seemed to have guessed what Roger would say next, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Qiu, you are indeed a very good seeker, with a flexible body and a sharp eye. But I think Allen seems to be more suitable for the position of seeker, what do you think?" Roger hesitated in his heart for a long time. The words came out.

Qiu Zhang is indeed very good, maybe she can beat Slytherin's Draco Malfoy; for some special reasons, she can barely beat Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory; but against Gryffindor If there are too many Harry Potters, it will be particularly difficult.