After being announced that they could go back to the dormitory, the group of young wizards who had made mistakes left one by one dejectedly.

Professor Flitwick told Alan to come back to his office the following Wednesday, and that was the end of today's dueling lesson. Alan bowed respectfully.

"Even though I hit Malfoy in the face, it's cool!But Ravenclaw was deducted two hundred points and locked up!" Edward was sore about the points he had lost at his own academy.

"Didn't you get a penalty waiver card in Charms class, it seems to be useful!" Alan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Edward's strange grinning appearance.

The punishment of confinement came quickly, presumably because of the sheer number of people, who were punished every day to do voluntary labor for Filch, and others who needed to help Hagrid with his animals, or patrol the Forbidden Forest.

Edward managed to avoid punishment with the penalty card he received in Charms class, much to the envy of the other Ravenclaws.

Soon after, Alan also received a punishment notice that he was going to patrol the Forbidden Forest on Saturday night, and he said that there was no pressure on him, and that the Forbidden Forest was about to become his third home—the first was Mr. Harris's house, and the second was the Ravenclaw Tower. And Alan can also take the opportunity to see Tina and the little sea snake!

"I'd rather go to patrol the Forbidden Forest than help Filch clean up! The last time I was sent to the prize showroom to clean the trophies, not only could I not use magic, but Filch supervised me to wipe those trophies with oil over and over again, and I wiped the Quidditch cups fourteen times, fourteen times, and he was satisfied! My hand hurt so much, and now when I raise my hand, I can smell the oil!" Ron raised his hand with trepidation, allowing Alan to smell his hand.

Alan smiled and politely avoided it!

"Alan, I always thought that Slytherin and Gryffindor would fight, but I didn't expect that it would be Ravenclaw who struck first!" Harry looked yearning, he had wanted to beat Malfoy for a long time, he had never hated a person so much, even Dudley, was cuter than Malfoy!

"Harry, we can't afford to give Gryffindor any more points!" Hermione warned Harry, recognizing Harry's eagerness.

In the first grade, they were caught dropping off Noble in the middle of the night, and they lost a huge amount of points to Gryffindor.

"I heard that many of the Slytherin students have been assigned to help Professor Snape deal with potion raw materials, this is simply a disguised exemption from punishment!" Hermione felt that this even tasted like a reward, helping Professor Snape to deal with potions, he should be able to learn a lot of ways to handle potions!

"In that case, I'd rather write a reply to Professor Lockhart than Snape!" Harry frowned, disgusted!

"It's Professor Snape, Harry!" Allen, who knew who Professor Snape was, reminded Harry.

Thankfully, though, no one was really hurt, and Marcus Flint looked badly injured, but Madam Pomfrey was able to heal him completely in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, someone will really be expelled!" Hermione added.

Alan touched his nose, he was the culprit who caused Marcus to be injured, and if it wasn't for his stun spell hitting Marcus, he wouldn't have been hit by so many other Ravenclaw spells. But Alan didn't regret it at all, and felt that he was very light, and his subordinates were merciful!

Harry and Allen were in the same vein, and he wished Marcus had been injured any more.

"It's not good at all! The Gryffindor Quidditch team will take on Slytherin on Saturday, and they're riding the fastest broomstick money can buy! If Gryffindor loses, think what Wood will say!" Thinking about Saturday's game, Harry was a little nervous.

"Slytherin's Seeker is Malfoy, and with your abilities, you don't have to worry about him at all!" Alan cheered Harry on.

The Slytherin Quidditch team is a threat, and it is the house-elf that you really have to watch out for - Dobby!

On Saturday morning, when Alan finished his workout and went to the cafeteria for breakfast, he found the Gryffindor Quidditch team of young wizards sitting together, all nervous and silent. The entire Gryffindor table was remarkably quiet.

Everyone knows the importance of equipment, but morale is so low that it really doesn't look like Gryffindor's style. Like a spring, the lower the Gryffindor team is pressed now, the more they will resist in a while!

As eleven o'clock approached, Alan followed the crowd to the Quidditch Stadium. The weather was hot and humid, and there was a faint thought of thunder in the air, and a rainstorm was coming.

As Alan expected, Gryffindor showed an extremely tenacious fighting spirit on the field. It's not just the ferocious attacks of their opponents that they're fighting hard, but also the bad weather in the pouring rain, and – that crazy Bludger!

The frenzied Bludger chased after Harry, trying to knock Harry out of the air with all his might. Harry was embarrassed by Dobby's Bludger, and Alan heard laughter from the Slytherin stands.

"What a terrible opponent!" Roger and Allen Hero saw the same thing, and the two looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Harry has shown great flying skills, and if it were me, I would have already taken down the broom! Malfoy is definitely no match for Harry. Roger had a high opinion of Harry, seeing Gryffindor as the strongest opponent for the Ravenclaw team.

As the two talked, there was an exclamation from the stands, and the Bludger finally hit Harry.

Harry's body slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick, one leg still hooked to the broomstick's knee, and his right hand dangling unconsciously beside him.

"He's going to hit Malfoy!" Roger yelled! In the hazy rain curtain, Harry rushed to Malfoy with a sneering grin.

"No, he caught the Golden Snitch!" Alan added, then quickly got up and ran down the stands.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and there was a thud, and the water splashed, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off his broomstick. His arm was dangling there at a very strange angle.

When Alan arrived in the arena, the rain poured down on Harry's face with a bang and no mercy, and Harry lay on the ground moaning.

"Don't know what he's talking about. Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who were anxiously gathered around, "Don't worry, Harry. I'm going to heal your arm. ”

Alan heard Harry's refusal, "No, just let it be like this, thank you......"

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him, "a simple spell that I've used countless times. ”

"Stand back. Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"Don't—don't—" Harry said weakly.