Chapter 245 Geraldine (Modified)

Chapter 243 Geraldine (modified)

"But, that was Nimbus 2001! Only Draco's broomstick was saved!" a senior Slytherin student roared sadly and indignantly.

Seeing the movement here, the Ravenclaw players also ended their celebration and squeezed into the crowd.

Professor Snape looked at them with a very dangerous look, but Alan looked back without any timidity.

"What happened?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his fifties came over, and the young wizards moved out of the way.

Allen noticed that the wizard next to Dumbledore might be unusual - because of his momentum, he acted like a ferocious cheetah, ready to attack.

His steps were wide and he walked very gracefully. He had a shaved head, a face full of beards, and his deep-set eyes flashed from time to time. He held a large cigar in his mouth and kept turning it up and down. His cold and keen eyes met Allen's. Upright.

Allen noticed that his eyes seemed to be wandering around him vaguely.

Unlike the professors at Hogwarts, he was not wearing magic robes, but a light-colored tweed suit, with his neck exposed from the collar of his striped shirt, and holding a small record book in his hand.

Allen looked at him calmly, secretly guessing his identity.

"Severus, do you have any questions about the result of the game?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses with a serious expression.

"Yes, Headmaster. I think Ravenclaw's tactics are too extreme. After this game, Slytherin suffered serious losses." Snape's words triggered the Slytherin wizards' crusade against Allen.

"Alan went too far and broke so many of our brooms!"

"He also injured Marcus!"

"Boll's eye is hurt too!"

"They broke our broomsticks, but they used Firebolts!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi didn't punish them. I suspect there's something shady!"

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"Rolanda, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed them down. The discussion on the court stopped, and everyone looked at Mrs. Hooch.

But Allen was keenly aware that the man next to Dumbledore still seemed to be sizing him up.

"Principal, I think my penalty is fair and just, and it fully complies with the rules of Quidditch." Mrs. Hooch felt that her professionalism was doubted, and she was a little angry. She restrained herself and clenched her fists. .

"Severus, did you hear that?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape's lips were pressed together tightly and he didn't say a word, but the dissatisfaction on his face was obvious at a glance.

"Professor Snape, although I have absolutely no objection to Mrs. Hooch's penalty, if you have different opinions on this, how about we invite Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, to arbitrate? In addition, let's take this case How about publishing the whole thing in the Daily Prophet for other British wizards to judge? Of course, our bet also needs to be published, although I did not imply that this part affected your current... unwillingness to admit defeat. Status." Allen, who had already come closer, looked at the Slytherin dean calmly with his hands behind his back. If things got serious, it would only make the snake house more embarrassing - although as a student, he was not supposed to speak.

This time, Principal Dumbledore finally interrupted the argument directly, "No need to go to such trouble. The person next to me is a real expert, the head coach of the British Quidditch team - Mr. Geraldine Malthus. He just I also watched this game, why not let him comment." His eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses blinked at Allen, and he directly proposed the best person to judge this game.

"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe you are the most qualified person to give us guidance on this matter. What do you think?" Everyone's eyes turned to this following Professor Dumbledore's words A man who cannot be ignored.

The cigar swirled in Geraldine's mouth. "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is difficult for people in a situation like mine to restrain themselves. What I say may not be accurate." listen."

"We would like to hear the truest voice, Geraldine." Professor Dumbledore responded without hesitation.

"Well, let me tell you, it's really impressive that a young wizard of this age can have such a mind and means. This game is the darkest young wizard game I have ever seen." He added He twirled the cigar on his fingertips and began to comment unceremoniously.

"The facts are before our eyes. It is indeed the Slytherin team that took the lead in breaking the rules. This kind of inferior violation method will not have any effect if it is used in a regular game. It is ridiculous. In such a team, Players who develop these bad habits will not be able to survive in a professional team - even if they commit fouls! Professional teams also have the same fouling methods as professional teams! What surprises me is that you have the nerve to stand up and question the results of the game. How disgraceful!”

The Slytherin players' faces were red and their mouths were open but they couldn't find any excuses or reasons to refute. They finally had to admit that what Geraldine said was the truth - such blatantness would no longer appear in modern professional games. A cheap foul.

"And Mr. Harris's attack methods cannot be criticized according to the rules of Quidditch. You-" Geraldine stretched out her finger and pointed at Professor Snape and the Slytherin boy who protested. Wizards. "Protesting against Alan Harris's actions within the rules, with complete disregard for the fact that he violated many rules in the first place. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentor are completely devoid of the spirit of Quidditch. ——Or you don’t deserve to participate in Quidditch at all.”

Professor Snape's eyes at this time looked as if he wanted to dissect the Geraldine in front of him alive.

“If my batsman could overwhelm the other team as well as this man, I would let him play like this from the start, rather than letting the opponent provoke him and then take action - although this situation is almost It won't appear in a professional team." Geraldine is obviously used to being the main spokesperson. His free speech and behavior are outstanding, his calm attitude, and his profound vision of things make him The little wizards couldn't help but be convinced by his words.

"Principal Dumbledore, in order to further improve the level of Quidditch in our school and make the game more formal, I am willing to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the school to encourage everyone to compete with their strength - and also to allow non-Quidditch members to We will also have the opportunity to get in touch with top-notch brooms." Allen first faced the principal of Hogwarts, then twisted his upper body and winked playfully at the flying class professor Rolanda Hooch, "That's what Mrs. Hooch thinks. It’s more troublesome…”

Then without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's reaction, Allen glanced at Slytherin contemptuously, "Instead of being like some amateur scoundrels who can only use annoying, shameful, and substandard illegal methods, and be complacent about it. "

In the astonished gazes of the little wizards, the usually gentle Allen looked like an unsheathed sword today, with a formidable aura.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Allen seriously, wanting to confirm whether Allen was impulsive because of his youthful passion. He had not heard of it before. Beyond the Harris family's reputation for wealth...

"Quidditch is a highly comprehensive sport that places high demands on players' speed, strength, flexibility, agility, coordination, and psychological quality. I believe that we, Ravenclaw, can rely on our strength to succeed in the competition. Within the rules, defeat any opponent openly and honestly." Allen continued to speak, and used the excuse he had thought of before for this decision, "When I was traveling in the United States with Professor Filius, I was fortunate enough to get A large bonus. I am willing to donate this bonus to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment."

Ron of Gryffindor looked at Allen with his mouth wide open. After recalling the state of his treasury, he felt that Allen must be crazy to donate such a large amount of money!

And Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood's eyes shone with dazzling light. If Gryffindor could be equipped with the Nimbus 2001... Although the current total score has basically made them bid farewell to the championship, he The eyes looking at Allen were fiery - this competent captain was still planning for the Gryffindor team after he graduated.

Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff looked at Allen with admiration in his eyes. He fully agreed with Allen's proposal and yearned for such a fair game. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"We are confident that we can win even if the equipment is fair!" Allen stood there, like a mountain, with a formidable momentum.

"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood next to Allen and fully supported the proposal of his best player - the Ravenclaw players came up one after another and stood with their heads held high. Behind Jay and Alan.

Allen suddenly turned in the direction of Slytherin, "If anyone else dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind smashing the ones I donated to pieces again!"

Knowing that the other party did not intend to exclude Slytherin as the other three houses usually did, the little snakes breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, they did not dare to look directly into Allen's eyes and lowered their heads. There are even some Slytherins who think, why is Alan not in Slytherin? Isn't he a pureblood?

Geraldine turned the cigar in her mouth for a while, staring straight into the eyes of the flourishing little wizard in front of her.

But Allen generously welcomed the other party's inquiring eyes - when Allen learned Geraldine's identity, he had a basic understanding of Geraldine's purpose of coming to Hogwarts. guess.

Summer break after this semester - Quidditch World Cup! As the head coach, Geraldine must be here to select graduates who can serve as Quidditch players.

Allen was keenly aware that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to show his strength openly, an opportunity to let wizards all over the world know him and cheer for him.

Although he is not a graduate, it is obvious that the Bulgarian seeker has not left school yet - at this age when youth and passion should be expressed, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Professor Snape, perhaps you should be willing to admit defeat and fulfill your original bet. But given the format, you can still finish the rest of the game." Professor Flitwick screamed and ran away with short legs. Come here, he couldn't squeeze in just now... but he was very dissatisfied with Professor Snape for questioning the result of the game and interrupting Ravenclaw's celebration.

Snape's eyes were much darker than usual at this time, and he looked at Professor Flitwick steadily.

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale. He thought of the bet he had made with Alan. At the same time, Harry, the Gryffindor, became nervous. He didn't want to hear his name from Malfoy's mouth at all.

After a while, a few suppressed words came from Professor Snape's mouth, "We, Slytherins, are withdrawing from the competition for this year's Academy Cup. Let's go!" His eyes glanced dangerously at Allen's face, and he turned and left. The Slytherins followed him dejectedly and evacuated the arena.

Malfoy looked very annoyed. Devoured by the fear brought about by the bet, he wanted to follow Snape's footsteps and leave, but was stopped by Alan.

"Malfoy——"

Before Allen finished speaking, UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net Malfoy raised his head pretending to be arrogant and said: "Alan, I will fulfill my bet."

Allen looked at Malfoy's obviously panic-stricken and cowardly expression and pretended to be calm, and laughed, "Malfoy, you don't have to fulfill this bet. In fact, I don't care. It's just that , I want to remind you, since you care so much about the glory of the pure-blood surname, why don't you do something that matches your pure-blood nobility? Where is the magnanimity of your pure-blood nobility?"

Hearing Alan's words, Malfoy seemed to have dropped a big stone and almost sat down on the ground - if he really wanted to fulfill that bet, he would rather die. He had already planned to delay it, but he didn't mention the time to fulfill the bet anyway.

Leaving the competition venue in silence, Malfoy looked unpredictable. He felt that Allen's current appearance was exactly what he had been striving for in the past. This is how a pure-blood wizard should behave! He couldn't help feeling a little regretful about his words and deeds.

If he had had a better attitude and Alan Harris had become his friend...