When Alan opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, as if he was savoring the joy of yesterday.

Finally, he figured out, lifted the curtain, and glanced out the window.

The sun was shining brightly on Hogwarts, and the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

In this month of year, in this wave-ridden island country, such weather is extremely rare.

Early morning is the most wonderful time of the 24 hours, spreading this magnificent red in the place where the morning sun has not yet covered the magnificent clouds and rises in the east.

The golden flame was shining brightly, stretching high and far away, occupying most of the sky.

The cool breeze blew from the window, and Allen's sluggish spirit began to perk.

"Oh no! I'm getting up too late!" Alan found that even Edward's bed was empty.

Alan looked at the under-suits and bed sheets that had been ravaged so badly, and for the first time felt a fever in his cheeks.

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

"Alan, are you there?

Penelope and Luna's voices rang out outside the door!

From their voices, Alan was keenly aware of the concern.

"Damn!" is the one to worry about!

Alan quickly drew his wand and cleaned up the bed and laundry.

Returning the bed to its usual level, Alan hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself.

Alan looked at his bed and felt that something was wrong.

He kind of wanted to tear the bed apart and destroy the body.

The knocking on the door outside grew intense.

Penelope's call grew sharper.

"If I were the principal, I would never allow girls to come and go to the boys' dormitory. Alan's mind was swirling with jumbled thoughts.

Perhaps because he was worried that others would see through the troubles, Alan was a little helpless for the first time in his life.

As he was about to go out, Alan accidentally tripped over the footstool that Edward had placed on the ground.

Alan couldn't believe that a stool could make such a heavy noise!

There was an immediate panicked shout outside, and then the bedroom door was immediately opened, and Alan saw the group of young wizards outside.

"Alan, are you alright?" Edward barged in, his bedroom door shaking weakly, opening and closing.

Michael, Penelope and Luna followed.

Seeing Allen, who was standing in place, and then looking at the footstool that was lying on the ground, everyone instantly understood that they had misunderstood.

Alan pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and greeted the four of them as if nothing had happened, "You're so early!"

Although Penelope usually acts generously, he can't help but feel a little cramped at this time.

Luna stared at Allen with big light silver eyes, and suddenly said, "The fan bone flower has bloomed." ”

The other three looked at Luna inexplicably, what was this crazy girl talking about?

Only Allen's face was wonderful, and he was keenly aware of the banter in Luna's eyes.

He smiled awkwardly at Luna.

Luna raised her eyebrows, a smile in her eyes, and winked at Alan, "That's stupid. ”

With that, she immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom first.

"Eren is stupid?" the others were even more confused, "Alan is probably the smartest wizard in all of Hogwarts!"

"Let's go to breakfast. Alan couldn't help but blush, urging.

Penelope smiled charmingly, as if suddenly he understood something, and hurried out of the bedroom.

Edward and Michael looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, what had just happened?

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Eren urged the two of them to get out of the bedroom quickly.

When he reached the auditorium, Allen, who was seated, was surprised to find that Penelope had replaced Edward and sat next to him.

Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes were shining, and she was indescribably beautiful when she looked at Alan.

Alan tried to restrain himself and went to grab a piece of cheese as if nothing happened, but it happened to rub against Penelope's hand.

Alan jerked back his hand and twisted his head away, and Penelope beside him couldn't help but laugh.

"The Quidditch final is not far off, but Cho Chang is unwilling to be a Seeker anymore!" Michael's noisy voice rang out, and the content of these words quickly brought Allen's sanity and understanding back to him.

"I heard that her face was so badly ruined by Pansy that she is still recuperating. Penelope shrugged and spread the ketchup on the sandwich.

"I persuaded her for a long time that a good Seeker doesn't need to be perfect. But she couldn't get over her own psychological barrier. Roger slumped helplessly in the chair beside Allen.

"That said, we need a new Seeker. Alan said calmly.

"The big game is just around the corner, and we need a Seeker who can take on Cedric, Allen. Roger looked at Alan eagerly.

Alan pondered quickly, and a thought crossed his mind: maybe this was an opportunity.

Alan thought of the news he saw during the holidays - Kane Rooney, a famous star who played for the Apopby Arrows, killed in anger because he was involved in illegal gambling and was unable to pay his debts.

He thought back to the cigar-smoking man on the pitch the last time he faced Slytherin, Geraldine Malthus, the head coach of the English Quidditch team.

Geraldine had already figured out that Kane Rooney was not in the right place, and perhaps he was looking for a replacement in the first place.

Now, Kane is absolutely impossible 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 talent.

"Okay, I'll be the Seeker. Allen's eyes were steadfast.

Success is reserved for those who are prepared, and once you perceive an opportunity, you must not let it slip away.

Alan secretly made up his mind that even if Geraldine wanted to choose a senior student who was about to graduate, he would definitely let the other party understand that he was the most suitable and irreplaceable candidate.

"Great, with you as the Seeker, the Quidditch trophy must belong to us!" Roger jumped up from his stool excitedly, he couldn't wait to find the right batsman.

Five minutes later, when they left the Ravenclaw table and headed for the Quidditch pitch, all the Ravenclaws were informed.

The tryouts went on for almost a morning.

Half of the students from first to seventh years at Ravenclaw College came.

The first-graders nervously clutched a few tattered old brooms they had picked out from the school warehouse, while the seventh-graders stood tall and intimidating.

No matter what grade the little wizard is, they all seem to be extremely excited, boasting about their flying experience, each one more magical than the other.