Chapter 121： Penalty (modified)

After the group of little wizards who made mistakes was declared to be able to return to the dorm, they left one by one in frustration.

Professor Flivi instructed Alan to go to his office next Wednesday, and today's duel class will stop here. Allen saluted respectfully.

"Although I hit Malfoy in the face, it's great! But Ravenclaw was deducted by two hundred points, and he was imprisoned!" Edward Huawei's own college lost the score.

"Did you not get a penalty card in the Curse Class? It seems to be useful!" Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw Edward's strange grin.

The punishment for confinement came quickly, probably because of the large number of people. Every day, people were punished to help Filch do voluntary work, and some people needed to help Hagrid take care of his animals, or visit the forbidden forest.

Edward succeeded in avoiding the punishment with the penalty card obtained in the spell class, which made other Ravenclaws very envious.

Soon, Allen also received a penalty notice to go to the Forbidden Forest on Saturday night. He expressed no pressure on it, and the Forbidden Forest will soon become his third home-the first is Mr. Harris's home. , The second is the Ravenclaw Tower. And Alan can also take the opportunity to visit Tina and Bird Serpent.

"I'd rather go to visit the Forbidden Forest than help Filch clean the sanitation! Last time I was fined to clean the trophies in the prize showroom, not only can't use magic, but Filch supervised me to wipe those trophies with oil over and over I wiped the Quidditch Cup fourteen times, and fourteen times before he was satisfied! My hands hurt so badly, now I can smell the polish after I raise my hand! "Ron With a lingering fear, he raised his hand and asked Allen to smell the smell on his hand.

Allen shy away with an embarrassed and polite smile.

"Allen, I always thought Slytherin and Gryffindor would fight, but I didn't expect that Ravenclaw was the first one to shoot!" Harry looked forward, he wanted to beat Malfoy for a long time, he never Never hate a person so much, even Dudley is cuter than Malfoy!

"Harry, Ron! We can't give Gryffindor any more points!" Hermione saw the eagerness of her two friends and warned.

In the first grade, they were arrested for sending Noble in the middle of the night, but they gave Gryffindor an extremely huge score, which made the three of them feel very difficult for a long time in Gryffindor.

"I heard that many students in Slytherin have been arranged to help Professor Snape deal with the raw materials of potions. This is a disguised exemption from punishment!" Hermione felt that this even tasted a little rewarding, helping Snape Professors dealing with potions should be able to learn many ways to deal with potions!

"If so, I would rather write a letter to Professor Lockhart than Snape!" Harry frowned and looked disgusted!

"However, fortunately no one was really hurt. Marcus Flint looked at the injury seriously, but Madam Pomfrey completely cured him in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, someone will be expelled! Hermione added.

Allen touched his nose, and he was the culprit that caused Marcus to be injured. If it were n’t for his coma spell to hit Marcus, he would not be hit by so many other spells issued by Ravenclaw. But Allen didn't regret it at all. He was cured so easily. Allen felt that he had taken it too lightly. He knew that he would put on more evil spells.

Harry and Allen had the same thought, he could not wait for Marcus to be more serious.

"This is not good! The Gryffindor Quidditch team will play against Slytherin on Saturday, but the opponent can ride the fastest flying broom that money can buy! If Gryffindor loses, think Thinking about what Wood would say! "Harry was a little nervous when it came to Saturday's game.

It is said that Allen could not help but spit out this group of Gryffindors, "You were n’t the fastest flying broom that you can buy with money at the beginning of last year ... although I still have a money You may not be able to buy a flying broom ... "

What kind of threat is the Slytherin Quidditch team? What really needs to be guarded against is the house elf-Dobby!

Saturday morning, Allen finished his exercise and came to the cafeteria for breakfast and found that the little wizards of the Gryffindor Quidditch team sat together, one by one, looking nervous and reticent. The Gryffindor long table was exceptionally quiet throughout.

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

Approaching eleven o'clock, Alan followed the crowd to the Quidditch Stadium. The weather was hot and humid, and there was a thunder in the air, and a heavy rain was coming.

Unsurprisingly, Gryffindor showed an extremely tenacious fighting spirit on the field. They tried their best to fight not only the opponent's fierce attack, but also the heavy rain and the bad weather, and-that crazy roaming ball!

The crazy roaming ball was chasing behind Harry, trying his best to knock Harry off the air. Harry was so embarrassed that he tried to avoid the ball, and Allen heard laughter from Slytherin's stands.

"It's a terrible opponent!" Roger and Allen heroes saw the same ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The two looked at each other, their faces dignified.

"Harry has shown extremely superb flying skills. If it is me, I'm afraid I have already been broomed! Malfoy is definitely not Harry's opponent." Roger highly praised Harry and regarded Gryffindor as Ravenclaw's strongest opponent.

Just in the conversation between the two, there was a cry of exclamation in the stands, and the roaming ball finally hit Harry.

Harry's body slid to the side on a flying broom wet with rain. The knee of one leg was still hooked to the broom, and his right hand hung unconsciously beside the body.

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

"No, he caught the golden thief!" Allen added, then quickly got up and ran to the stand.

There was an exclamation in the crowd. With a bang, the water was splashing. Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom. His arm hung there at a very strange angle.

When Allen rushed to the field, the rain poured on Harry's face mercilessly and mercilessly, and Harry groaned on the ground.

"I don't know what he's talking about." Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who gathered around anxiously. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to treat you with your arm."

Allen heard Harry refused: "No! Just let it be so good, thank you ..."

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him, "It's a simple spell, I have used it countless times."

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

"Don't--don't be hiccup ~" Harry weakly refused to Gidero Lockhart, and finally made a hiccup.