Allen's impromptu speech is effective, and the Ravenclaw, who is no longer impetuous and calm, gives people a heavier sense of oppression, like the darkness before a storm.

The next day, Allen and his Ravenclaw teammates walked into the auditorium to a round of applause.

Seeing that the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classmates at the table were also applauding them, the team members couldn't help but smile happily.

The Slytherins booed as they walked by, and Alan saw that Malfoy's face was even paler than usual.

The Ravenclaw team members were treated with the utmost kindness, and the young wizards had long since vacated their places and were careful not to disturb the members too much for breakfast.

The oppressive players did not panic because of the arrival of the game, and when they filled their stomachs and set off to familiarize themselves with the situation on the court, everyone applauded again.

As he left the Great Hall, Alan bumped into Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were on their way to the Great Hall for dinner.

Harry and Ron looked weird, obviously angry about the content of Allen's and Malfoy's bet.

At the time, Harry and Ron thought the bet was just a joke, but since the word got out, everyone had a weird smile when they saw Harry. This made Harry uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Hermione's urging, he wouldn't have wanted to show up in the Great Hall at all this morning, okay? Think about it, on a day like this, as one of the bets, to appear in the auditorium will get a lot of attention.

Harry doesn't want this kind of attention at all, okay!

When she saw Ellen, Hermione immediately burst into an extremely bright smile. "Good luck, Alan!" Hermione looked at her sincerely, her face flushed from her hurry.

"Thank you, Hermione. Alan smiled softly.

Harry smirked as if he understood something. Ron's face became ugly, and he didn't understand why he suddenly felt that Eren in front of him was so annoying.

"Yay...... Nothing windy...... The sun is a little bright and will shake your eyes, so be careful...... The ground is very hard, which is good, so it takes off quickly......"

Roger walked around the court, looking at this and that, with the players following behind.

Finally, they saw the castle gate open, and the whole school hugged the lawn.

"Locker room. Roger gave the order.

"Guys, in three minutes, it's the most important battle I've ever faced at Hogwarts. What we need now is to stick together and give it our all. In this team, we fight for ourselves, for everyone around us, for the honor of Ravenclaw. ”

Roger's determined gaze swept over one team member after another. Everyone was full of trust and returned to him with the same unwavering gaze.

"Please look at the people around you, look into his eyes, and I think you'll see someone who is willing to go with you to fight for Ravenclaw, you're going to see someone who is willing to sacrifice for this team. Because he knows that when you are facing the same thing, you will do the same thing for him. ”

Roger paused, and continued, "This is the team, gentlemen! We're going to fight as a team, or die as individuals. That's Quidditch, that's all there is to it! Now, what's to do?"

Roger roared.

"Fight, fight, fight!" The team members are full of fighting spirit and blood.

"Let's go!"

They walked out of the locker room and onto the pitch with an indomitable momentum, and the noise came to their faces.

Three-quarters of the audience wore blue roses and waved bronze flags depicting Ravenclaw ravens or banners that read "Come on, Ravenclaw!" and "Eagle wins the cup!"

Behind the Slytherin posts were two hundred men wearing green ornaments, and the image of the silver snake glittered on their flag.

Professor Snape sat in the first row, also wearing green ornaments and a somber smile on his face.

"Ravenclaw is on the field!" exclaimed Lee Jordan, who was the usual commentator, "and looks confident! It is worth noting that in this game, Alan Harris will be riding the world's most advanced broomstick, the Fire Ballista!

There was a commotion on the platform, and everyone probed their brains to investigate.

"Well, it makes sense everywhere to give the best broom to the Seeker. Alan was really generous......"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall habitually stabbed Lee Jordan in the waist with her wand.

"Professor, can you change places?" Jordan rubbed his waist dissatisfied.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, and Lee Jordan immediately turned back to continue her explanation.

"The Slytherins were also on the pitch, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes to his roster and seems to be more focused on size than technique—"

There was boos in the Slytherin stands.

But Alan felt that Lee had some point. Malfoy was clearly the youngest on their team, with the rest of the team being tall and strong.

"The two captains shake hands!" Ms. Huo Qi said.

Flint and Roger stepped forward and shook hands, as if they were trying to break each other's fingers.

"Ride a broomstick!" said Ms. Hooch, "three...... Two...... One ......"

Her whistle was drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and fourteen brooms rose into the sky.

Malfoy gave Alan a defiant smile, looking extremely flat.

"The race began, and the biggest excitement of the game was the Fire Crossbow Arrow, which Cho Chang rode to represent Ravenclaw. "Flying Broomsticks" said that the fire crossbow arrow is the national team's preferred broom in this year's World Cup——"

"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?" Professor McGonagall's voice interjected.

"No problem, Professor—a little bit of background. By the way, the Fire Bolt has a built-in automatic braking device that can-"

"Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, now Ravenclaw has the ball, Ravenclaw's Roger Davis is ready to shoot ......"

Roger was a good batsman, and it seemed that he could do it perfectly in the chaser position. It has to be said that Ravenclaw's sudden change of tactics caught Slytherin off guard. ”

Just as Roger hit the first ball of the game and the court on Ravenclaw's side was boiling, Malfoy saw it—the snitch was flying near the ground, next to a fence.

He swooped down sharply, a triumphant smile on his face.

There was silence in the stands of Ravenclaw, and everyone's hearts were tugging. Penelope bit her lip tightly, her heart exploding in pain.

Many of the little wizards' smiles froze on their faces before they could be withdrawn.

Ravenclaw is like that - is it going to lose?