Alan and Anna had even entered the Quidditch pitch when they heard the cheers of the Gryffindors echoing through the cold sky, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

The two looked at each other and walked briskly to the stands where Ravenclaw was. Watching the game from the stands felt very different from being in person, and Allen saw the roaring lions cubs in the Gryffindor stands across from him, and felt that he was really Ravenclaw, and he would never be able to do that - wild and enthusiastic.

"The snitch isn't there, is it?" Anna asked Roger, who was frowning and frantically recording data.

"Yes, the strength of the Seekers on both sides has not been seen, and they have not yet found any trace of the Golden Snitch. But Gryffindor's chasers and batsmen are very strong, especially the batsmen, who work together very well. Roger looked at the Weasley brothers, who were flying freely in the sky, with a look of envy.

"They are twins, they have lived together since childhood, and it is strange that they do not cooperate tacitly. But our batsmen are also very good, like you, aren't you?" Allen's quiet compliment made Roger puff out his chest.

"Oh, of course, I'm the best hitter at Hogwarts!" Roger's soft blond hair and white teeth glittered in the sunlight, attracting the attention of many young girls.

"Roger, can I borrow your telescope?"

"Absolutely. Anna, do you need it? I've brought a lot of them. "Roger thinks he's a very reliable captain.

Alan held up his binoculars and struggled to look at a small spot in the air - it was Harry. Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly above the arena, and it was clear that he hadn't spotted the Golden Snitch yet.

Alan watched the game with ease, and after being nervous, he didn't feel any nervousness at all when he watched the game. Sleepiness pervaded his body, and he missed the Ravenclaw bed at the moment, the feeling of being wrapped in a soft quilt.

"Golden Snitch!" Roger's scream lifted Allen's spirits. "Harry has spotted the Golden Snitch!" Alan immediately raised his glasses, Harry was making a quick swoop, but unfortunately was deliberately knocked out of the way by Marcus Flint of Slytherin.

"In this way--after that obvious and despicable cheating just now--" Commentator Lee Jordan could no longer control his anger, and Alan felt that he was very right, and such behavior was indeed shameful!

No matter how angry the crowd is, the game has to go on. This proves that when you are treated unfairly, you don't have to complain and give up, all we need to do is make ourselves strong and make our opponents lose face.

While many were still immersed in anger, Harry's broom shook uncontrollably. Slytherin scored, and no one noticed Harry's anomaly. Harry's broomstick twitched and writhed wildly, slowly, higher and higher to keep Harry away from the ring.

"Something happened to Harry. "Alan was the first to notice that something wasn't right. Roger and Anna, who were next to them, hurriedly pointed their binoculars at Harry. Harry's broomstick began to roll and roll incessantly, barely holding on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

The spectators in the stands were no longer interested in watching the game, and many exclaimed the moment Harry fell. Alan pointed the binoculars at Hermione, tracking her through the crowd, intending to help if things didn't go right for a moment. Thankfully, Hermione managed to set Professor Snape's robes on fire, knocking him down at the same time. Harry landed safely, spitting out the Golden Snitch from his mouth, and Gryffindor won.

"I don't know if it's strength or luck, but anyway, Gryffindor is a tough opponent. Roger closed his notebook, full of fighting spirit.

"To Gryffindor, so are we!" Ellen smiled encouragingly at Harry through the hustle and bustle of the excited crowd, "Harry, see you in the final!"

One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream to find that it was covered with several feet of snow and that the lake was covered with hard ice. Although it was cold to the bone, Allen's mood was as good as March. He finally completed the library task assigned by the system, and succeeded in obtaining the Book of Potions Master Welto. The book records the production methods of various magical potions, and the more he delves into it, the more he feels his ignorance, and Alan wanders in the ocean of knowledge and cannot extricate himself.

Unlike Alan, the rest of the students are eagerly looking forward to the holidays. Despite the spell of Professor Flitwick and the fire in the auditorium, the windswept corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms were rattling in the bitter cold. Worst of all, Professor Snape's classes were all in the basement classroom, and as soon as they breathed, a white mist formed in front of them, and they had to get as close as possible to their hot crucibles. Only Alan was unusually positive about taking Potions classes. He experimented with the recipes in Potions Master's Book Welto, and at the same time listened very carefully to Professor Snape's explanations to strengthen his foundation, and in contrast to the two, Alan felt that his Potions science had made great progress.

Professor Snape had clearly noticed that Alan was different, and that he was impeccable about his potion. Even during a potions class, he found out that Alan didn't use the pharmaceutical methods in the textbook, and he didn't say a word. This seemed unbelievable to other students. With the exception of the Slytherin students, Professor Snape only looked at Allen differently, not only did he not criticize him, but even pointed out his words. In the case of other classmates being attacked by the double freezing of spirit and body, Allen's state of being at ease and comfortable is really envious, jealous and hateful.

Not only in the Potions class, but also in other courses Alan also performed well, and when the gap with one person was too big, there was only one left to look up. So no one came to trouble Allen. Everyone thinks that the first grade in the final exam must be Allen, and everyone can only strive for the second place!

Excellent students also have the trouble of excellent students, that is, it is easy to become a helper of teachers. At this moment, for example, Alan was asked by Professor Flitwick to help with the Christmas decorations, and together with the Professor, he used their wand to spray strings of golden bubbles and hung them on the branches of Hagrid's newly moved tree. With everyone's concerted efforts, the auditorium is beautiful and spectacular. The walls were covered with weeping ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and a whole dozen towering Christmas trees were erected throughout the room, some with shiny Xiaoice pillars, others with hundreds of candles.

Alan saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione follow Hagrid into the auditorium. Alan smiled and walked over to greet Harry, only to hear Harry pleasantly say to Hagrid, "Ever since you mentioned Nicolamay, we've been trying to figure out who he is. ”