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However, when you were blowing the sky, suddenly a young man came next door, and said to your friend with an expression of adoration - you are the master of the king, and you are fortunate to witness a wonderful collection of your brother king, which is called a show on the other side.

Excuse me, how big is your psychological shadow at the moment?

Obviously, at this moment, the twin brothers are caught in such a embarrassing scene.

Fortunately, their dear brother soon helped them solve this situation--the first and second candidates were the two of them.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you," Alan laughed and raised two thumbs-ups—but he had no intention of bringing them closer together, as it would change the style of the painting.

The two nodded, and stood on the field together, at this moment they put away their old smiling faces - they knew their brother's temper very well, if they dared to continue to smile, they would definitely be driven down in the first place, and they would not even have the opportunity to test.

Luckily, though, the two of them were doing well - even in Allen's opinion.

It's just that the latecomer is a little bit of a joke - the next one behind the twin brothers is taken off the broom by Bludger, falls to the ground and begins to howl in pain.

The accident caused Charlie and the others to suspend the selection - and the group ran to the unlucky guy who had fallen there, fortunately, he only dislocated his arm, not a more serious fracture, but this was also a pain he could not bear.

"It's fine, it's just a dislocation," Wood nodded to the others who were closest to him.

"What are you kidding, take me to the hospital, ah!!!" - a pig-killing roar was heard - and with a click, the hand was picked up by Wood.

Injuries on the pitch are the norm, and this kind of small injury will be treated by every player who has been in the stadium for a long time.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to add the paralyzing spell"—Wood looked apologetic, but he couldn't stop the glimmer of joy that Alan saw in his eyes that the prank had succeeded.

Obviously, as the next Reserve Captain of the insane Quidditch love, he was very unhappy with this kind of guy who didn't have the ability to pretend to interrupt the game.

Alan said that he liked this, he did have the ability to save people painlessly, and even with his current magic power, he could completely make that guy float, but why? Because what that guy did was annoying?

Don't talk about him, even the Gryffindor next to him is dissatisfied with his own family-"Richie's nasty thing-he's always bragging about not being selected for the house because of his diarrhea in the first place-now shame on you?"

For Gryffindor, the ceremony of selecting the players is very important, otherwise why would they rush out to see the selection?

Don't underestimate the Quidditch teams in the houses - in fact, most of them are reserves for the national team - no way, as the only school of magic and wizardry in the country, the national team has no place to pick people without selecting from them.

It's no wonder that the houses are so crazy about the game - if nothing else, these people will be members of the major clubs in the future, and some of them will even play for their country - think about it, take your own children, while watching the international Quidditch competition, point to the players above and say - see who over there?

After their children nodded and admitted that it was their idol, they tried to say lightly - cough cough, don't worship me, when this kid entered our academy, I was in the seventh (sixth, fifth) grade, and it was still the way I took this kid to recognize the school, so don't worship me.

Again, that's why no one complains about the same treatment as Quidditch captains and prefects - that's the prefects of the student union of the British schools of witchcraft and wizardry!

Although the twin brothers, who were from the same academy, couldn't smile, Alan could clearly tell in their eyes that they were going to take it easy - the man who fell was what they called a big guy.

After a long selection process, Gryffindor finally assembled their own team - but Alan was very skeptical that they would win the championship, not to mention the secret weapon of their own house, which they had worked so hard to train until now, and even their own problems were difficult to solve.

There's a lot of fresh blood - and that's not a good thing for them, except for the adventurer Seekers who don't work with the team, everyone else is in formation - and the new additions are simply no new parts for the whole team.

But that's not about Alan - as a Hufflepuff, the ass decides the head, and the weaker the opponent, the better.

"Allen"—Charlie greeted Allen, who was chatting with the twins in a hoarse voice—"And, Fred, George, good job!"

He soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with that, but he didn't know what words to use to make up for it.

"Well, it's a good day, isn't it, why don't we go have something to celebrate?" - he blinked slyly, and Alan instantly understood that there was contraband this time - for example, a good glass of butterbeer.

On a lawn where no one came, the six of them laid out the cloths, and Charlie pulled out a hearty meal from a small basket - naturally, as he said, wine was indispensable.

Wait? Something seems wrong - why six?

Alan suddenly realized that there seemed to be one more member of the team here, and in addition to Anne, who had arrived after completing her freshman's Potions Sessions extra class at Slytherin, there was also an extra Angelina with a weak presence.

Well, girl, you've won - I'm so annoyed that Fred's plan has been so quiet by you.

Watching his ignorant brother celebrate his successful selection of twins and Charlie, who seems to have found nothing, Alan happily drinks a large glass of beer - good luck.

Apparently Charlie was also very happy that his brother had been selected - he had taught the twins how to fly, and seeing them become the best two of all the batsmen in the race made Charlie as happy as a farmer seeing a crop that was about to be harvested.

It is a pity that, at this most joyous moment, Allen still acts as an executioner who interrupts all joy - in the midst of casual conversation, he asks, half-accidentally:

"Speaking of which—I haven't seen Percy in a long time—where's he?"