Chapter 295 The Fan-Bone Tree Flowers Bloom

When Allen opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but be lost in thought for a while, as if he was savoring yesterday's dream...

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

The bright sunshine is shining on Hogwarts, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.

During this month, such weather is rare in this wave-surrounded island nation.

Early morning is the most wonderful moment in the twenty-four hours. Where the sun rises simply to the east before it is covered with gorgeous clouds, this magnificent red spreads.

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

The cool breeze blowing from the window also cheered up Allen's depressed spirit.

"Ah, no! It's too late to get up!" Allen found that even Edward's bed was empty.

Allen looked at the extremely ravaged underwear and sheets, and for the first time he felt his cheeks burning.

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

"Alan, are you there? Have you gotten up? What's going on?"

"He's up."

Penello and Luna's voices sounded outside the door!

From their voices, Allen was keenly aware of the worry.

"Damn!" What should be worrying is whether he is okay!

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

After returning the bed to its usual flat appearance, Alan hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself.

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

He half wanted to tear the bed apart and destroy the body.

The knocking on the door outside gradually became more intense.

Penello's calling voice became increasingly urgent.

"If I were the principal, girls would never be allowed to go to the boys' dormitory." Allen's mind was spinning with messy thoughts.

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

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

Allen couldn't believe it, just a stool could make such a heavy sound!

Panic shouts immediately came from outside, and then the bedroom door was immediately opened, and Allen saw the group of little wizards outside at a glance.

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

Michael, Penelo and Luna followed.

Seeing Allen standing properly on the spot, and then looking at the footstool crooked on the ground, everyone immediately understood that they had misunderstood.

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

Although Penello usually behaves calmly and generously, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at this time.

Luna stared at Allen with her big light silver eyes, and suddenly said: "The flowers of the fan-bone tree are blooming."

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

Allen, who was trying hard to maintain a stern expression, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He was keenly aware of the teasing look in Luna's eyes.

Helpless, he smiled awkwardly at Luna.

Luna raised her eyebrows and put on a pair of free anti-monster glasses from the Quibbler magazine, edited by her father Xenophilius Lovegood. They made her look like a colorful bird. The emotionally disturbed owl said: "There are too many harassments here." After saying that, she immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom first.

"What exactly is this harassment she keeps talking about?" Others were even more confused.

"Let's go have breakfast quickly." Allen urged, his face turned red.

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

Edward and Michael looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, not understanding what these girls were doing.

Allen had an awkward yet polite smile on his face, and he urged the two of them to leave the bedroom quickly.

When they reached the auditorium, Ellen, who was sitting down, was surprised to find that Penelo had replaced Edward and sat next to him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining. The look she looked at Ellen was really indescribably beautiful.

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

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

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

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

"I have been persuading her for a long time. A good seeker does not need perfect appearance. But she can't pass her own psychological barrier." Roger helplessly slumped on the chair next to Allen, "In fact, if you don't get close, You can’t see the scars at all! Mrs. Pince said that as long as you get more sun, you won’t be able to see the color difference soon… But she doesn’t want to stay outside any longer…”

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

"The war is coming, and we need a seeker who can fight against Cedric, Allen." Roger looked at Allen eagerly.

Allen was thinking quickly, and a thought passed through his mind: This might be an opportunity.

Allen thought of the news he had seen during the holidays - the famous star Kane Rooney, who played for the Appleby Arrows, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net was involved in illegal gambling and was unable to repay his debts, so he killed someone in anger.

He thought again of the man holding a cigar who appeared on the field during the last game against Slytherin—Geraldine Malthus, the head coach of the British Quidditch team.

Geraldine must have noticed that Kane Rooney's condition was not right. Maybe he was looking for someone to replace him.

Nowadays, it is absolutely impossible for Kane to compete in the Quidditch World Cup, so it is very likely that Geraldine will come to Hogwarts again to watch the game and select talents.

"Okay, I'll be the seeker." Allen's eyes were firm.

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

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

"Great, with you as the seeker, the Quidditch trophy will definitely belong to us!" Roger jumped up from his stool excitedly. He couldn't wait to select a suitable batter.

Five minutes later, all the Ravenclaws were informed of the news as they left the Ravenclaw table and walked toward the Quidditch pitch.

The trial lasted for almost a whole morning.

Half of the Ravenclaw students from first to seventh grade came.

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

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