"But that's Halo 2001! only Malfoy's broom survived!" a Slytherin senior yelled angrily.

Seeing the commotion, the Ravenclaw team members also ended their celebration and squeezed into the crowd.

Professor Snape looked at them dangerously, but Alan looked back without the slightest timidity.

"What's going on?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his mid-fifties walked over, and the young wizards got out of the way.

Alan noticed that the wizard around Dumbledore might be unusual.

It's not ordinary, it's because of his momentum, and he is like a fierce cheetah in action, ready to go.

His steps were very open, and he walked quite chicly. He had a bare head, a long beard on his face, and sunken eyes that glittered from time to time.

With a large cigar in his mouth, he kept turning it up and down, left and right, and his eyes were cold and keen.

Alan noticed that his gaze seemed to be revolving around him all the time.

Unlike the Hogwarts professor, he was not wearing a magical robe, but rather a pale tweed suit, his neck peeking out of the collar of his striped shirt, and a small notebook in his hand.

Alan looked at him quietly, secretly wondering who he was.

"Professor Snape, do you have any questions about the outcome of the game?" Dumbledore lifted his glasses, his expression serious.

"Yes, Headmaster. In my opinion, Ravenclaw's tactics are too extreme. In this game, Slytherin suffered heavy losses. Snape's words sparked a crusade against Alan by the Slytherin wizards.

"Eren went too far, broke so many of our brooms!"

"He also wounded Marcus!"

"Bol's eye is also injured!"

"They have broken our brooms, but they have used fiery crossbow arrows!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi actually didn't punish them, I suspect there is shady!"

......

"What do you think, Lady Hooch?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed down, the chatter on the field stopped, and everyone's eyes were on Madame Hooch.

But Alan keenly sensed that the man next to Dumbledore still seemed to be looking at him.

"Headmaster, I think my decision was fair and impartial, and fully in accordance with the rules of Quidditch. Mrs. Hodge felt that her professionalism was being questioned, and she was a little angry, and she restrained herself and clenched her fists.

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

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

"Well, the man next to me is a real expert, the head coach of the English Quidditch team, Mr. Geraldine Malthus. He's just watched the game, so let him comment on it. Professor Dumbledore's eyes blinked behind his crescent-shaped glasses, and he thought of the best person to judge the game.

"Forgive Geraldine, but I believe you are the most qualified person to give us guidance in this matter. What do you think?" all eyes turned to the man who could not be ignored as Professor Dumbledore spoke.

The cigar circled in Geraldine's mouth, "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is difficult for a person in a situation like mine to restrain himself, and what I say may not be heard. ”

"We want to hear the truest voice, Geraldine. Professor Dumbledore replied without hesitation.

"Well, let me say that it is really impressive to have such a mind and means among young wizards of this age. This game is the darkest little wizard game I've ever seen. He twirled the cigar from his fingertips and began to comment unceremoniously.

"The facts are in front of us, and it is indeed the Slytherin team who took the lead in breaking the rules, and this kind of shoddy means of violating the rules does not play any role in regular games, which is ridiculous. I'm amazed that you are so embarrassed to stand up and question the result. ”

The Slytherins, though furious, had to admit that Geraldine was telling the truth.

"And this Mr. Harris's attack is beyond reproach in terms of Quidditch rules. You-" Geraldine pointed his finger at Professor Snape and the young Slytherin wizards who protested.

"Protesting against Alan Harris's actions within the rules, completely ignoring them, is precisely the first time that he has violated a number of rules. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentor are completely devoid of the Quidditch spirit. ”

Professor Snape's eyes looked like he was going to dissect the Geraldine in front of him alive.

"If my batsman can be of the same level as this gentleman, I will let him play like that from the start, instead of letting the opponent provoke and then take action. ”

Geraldine was clearly accustomed to being the main speaker, and his freedom of speech and demeanor was outstanding, his calm manner, and his deep eye for things, which convinced the young wizards of his words.

"Headmaster!" Alan said as he suddenly stepped out of the Ravenclaw team, "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 Halo 2001 to the school to encourage everyone to fight against each other with strength." ”

He then glanced at Slytherin contemptuously, "not like some amateur scoundrel who can only resort to tiresome, shameful, and unruly irregularities, and be complacent about them." ”

In the astonished gaze of the little wizards, Eren was like an unsheathed sword, imposing.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Alan solemnly, trying to make sure that Alan was not out of youthful enthusiasm and impulse.

"Quidditch is a well-rounded sport that requires a player in terms of speed, strength, flexibility, flexibility and coordination, and mental quality. I believe that we Ravenclaw can defeat any opponent by strength, within the rules, and above board. ”

"When I was traveling with Professor Flitwick in the United States, I was fortunate enough to receive a large prize money. I'm willing to donate this prize money to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment. ”

Ron of Gryffindor looked at Alan with his mouth wide open, and he thought that Eren must be crazy.

Gryffindor's Oliver Wood's eyes shone brightly, if Gryffindor could be equipped with the Wheel of Light 2001...... He looked at Allen with a fiery look in his eyes.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory looked at Allen with adoration in his eyes, and he fully agreed with Allen's proposal and longed for this kind of fair play. Therefore, he nodded his head and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"We are confident that we can win as well as we are equipped!" Alan stood there, like a high mountain, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Yes, we are not afraid. Roger stood next to Allen, fully agreed.

The Ravenclaw team members stepped up and stood behind Roger and Allen with their heads held high.

Eren suddenly turned in Slytherin's direction again, "If anyone dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind breaking them up one by one!"

The Slytherins didn't dare to look directly into Alan's gaze, and they all lowered their heads. Even, there are some Slytherin who think, why is this Alan not in Slytherin, isn't he a pure blood?

Geraldine twirled the cigar in his mouth for a moment, staring straight into the eyes of the young wizard in front of him.

But Alan generously greeted the other party's looking at him.

When Alan learns of Geraldine's identity, he has a basic guess about Geraldine's purpose for coming to Hogwarts.

This summer - Quidditch World Cup! As the head coach, Geraldine must be here to pick the seedlings who can be Quidditch players.

Alan was keenly aware that this was an opportunity!

An opportunity to show your strength above board!

An opportunity for wizards all over the world to know themselves and cheer for themselves.

At this age when he should be swaying his youthful enthusiasm, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Perhaps, Professor Snape, you should be willing to gamble and lose, and live up to your original bet. But given the format, you can still play the rest of the game. Professor Flitwick said with a sharp voice.

He was unhappy that Professor Snape had interrupted Ravenclaw's celebration by questioning the outcome of the game.

Snape's eyes were dangerous, and he looked at Professor Flitwick fixedly.

Malfoy's face turned pale as he thought of the bet he had made with Allen.

At the same time, Harry from Gryffindor was nervous. Harry didn't want to hear his name from Malfoy's lips at all.

In the middle of the night, a few words came from Professor Snape's mouth, "We, Slytherin, withdraw from this year's House Cup." Let's go!"

His eyes swept dangerously over Allen's face and turned to leave. The Slytherins followed him in frustration and withdrew from the arena.

Malfoy's expression was in pain, and he was eager to follow in Snape's footsteps and leave, but was stopped by Alan.

"Malfoy—"

Before Alan could finish his words, Malfoy raised his head arrogantly and said, "Alan, I will fulfill my bet." ”

Alan looked at Malfoy's obviously panicked, dazed and pretended calm expression, and laughed, "Malfoy, you can not fulfill this bet." Actually, I don't care. It's just that I want to remind you that since you care so much about the glory of that pure-blood surname, why don't you do something that matches your pure-blood noble?

Hearing Alan's words, Malfoy seemed to drop a big rock. If he really wanted to fulfill that bet, he would rather die. He had already prepared to delay, and he didn't mention the time to fulfill the gambling contract in the first place anyway.

Leaving the playing field in silence, Malfoy's expression was unpredictable, and he felt that the way Alan was now was exactly what he was striving for. A pure-blood nobleman should have such a demeanor! He couldn't help but regret his words and deeds at the beginning. If, Alan is his friend......