Chapter 239： Firebolt (modified)

Chapter 237 Fire Crossbow Arrow (modified)

Seeing the complex look on Harry's face, Allen shrugged and smiled.

For Allen, he came to see Harry in the necessary courtesy — and Ron was sick and as ill-tempered as Allen would not care. Allen felt that he was not Harry, and he did n’t need to endure this. After the bad behaviors of the red hair, wait for the other party to wake up suddenly to make the relationship and friendship more intimate ...

"Harry, the Dementors don't affect everyone so much. The reason why you fell off the broom is because of them?" After all, a friend, plus Hermione? Jay, Allen decided to still enlighten Harry.

"Yes." Harry said. He hesitated for a moment, and then the questions he wanted to ask could not help but blurt out: "Why? Why do they affect me like that? Do you say I--?"

"It has nothing to do with weakness," Allen said flatly, as if seeing through Harry's thoughts. "The dementors affect you more than others. That's because in your past experiences there were fears that others hadn't. "

Hermione nodded to the side, Cong Min as if she immediately thought about the Dementor's related records-she has just not developed the habit of linking the knowledge behind the rote to real life.

"Yeah Harry, Allen made sense. When they entered the playing field, I thought of the most horrible experience I have ever experienced in my life. If I were in the sky, then I would fall." Perhaps it was because of hearing Hermione's prompt that she thought of her magic wand, or perhaps of the days of life and death with Allen in Egypt, and Ron suddenly softened his attitude towards Allen.

Allen once again said the previous proposal, "Harry, I suggest you still go to Professor Lupin to learn a patron saint curse, it can help you resist dementors."

"Allen, can Harry—"

"Hermione, I'll go to Professor Lupin."

Before Hermione's words were finished, he was interrupted by Harry. Ron opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end-and Allen felt that he should say goodbye to them.

After Gryffindor failed, Malfoy was smug. He finally removed the bandage, and in celebration of his ability to use both arms again, he continued to imitate the embarrassment of Harry falling off the broom.

But soon, his complexion worsened again—in fact, no college except Ravenclaw could be happy this morning.

At breakfast, Allen's owl-Benny took the lead, and the four extremely majestic owls did not know why they deliberately bypassed Hufflepuff's long table and threw a long and narrow parcel to Allen.

Allen's hands were swift, and he stood up, grabbing the package, avoiding the tragedy of broken dishes and spilled food.

"What is it?" Edward asked as he chewed the bacon.

Allen didn't answer, stroking the parcel, his heart rate gradually accelerated, if he hadn't guessed wrong-tore the parcel, Edward took a breath and threw away the food in his hand.

A glittering and exquisite flying broomstick was displayed in front of everyone's eyes, and the other Ravenclaws also gathered around and looked at the broomstick carefully.

"I can't believe it." Roger Davis heard the news and squeezed into the crowd, he said hoarsely.

It is a firebolt, a flying broom that all little wizards dream of.

"Can I touch your baby?" Roger's voice trembled with excitement-Allen immediately threw the broom to Ravenclaw as if he was shocked when he heard the other's speech. Captain Quidditch.

Roger exclaimed and took it cautiously, holding it in his hand. The broom handle shone brightly. He could feel it trembling, so he let go of his hand—the broom was suspended in midair, just so he could ride it. the height of.

Captain Quidditch stroked it with his eyes. From the golden registration number on the top of the broomstick, he could see the flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail made of the birch twigs.

"The best flying broom in the world, the firebolt! Oh, the Academy Cup!" Roger glanced at Allen, then continued to watch the flying broom with great eagerness, and gently stroked it with his hands.

Alan couldn't help but took two steps back. He felt Roger's wide eyes like a firebolt ...

There were more and more people around, and Allen hadtily ended his breakfast, and surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players, returned to Ravenclaw Tower.

Everyone thought that the Firebolt should be given such treatment, and the Ravenclaws watched the distant players eagerly, and there was much discussion.

Malfoy's face was pale. His father would never buy seven firebolts for Slytherin. A firebolt is more expensive than all the broomsticks in Slytherin!

There was silence on Gryffindor's long table, and Wood was like an eggplant struck by frost-Ravenclaw had a firebolt, and Harry's light wheel 2000 had been reduced to fragments.

When Harry fell from the air, his broom was blown away by the wind and hit the beating willow.

The Gryffindor team can now provide Harry with a school's flying broom-the old antique "Meteor", which is very slow and a bit staggering.

The old antique "Meteor" has a clear result on the world's most advanced broom "Firebolt".

Harry sat blankly at the dining table, unconsciously stirring the pumpkin porridge that had cooled in front of him.

Hermione blinked, the wind ran out, and quickly ran back with a thick book: "Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.

"" Flying Broom "." Harry looked down and read the text on the cover.

"Harry, I think you can study different brands carefully. Choose a flying broom that suits you." Hermione bit her lip and said.

"But there is no broom comparable to a firebolt." Ron stared at the direction of Ravenclaw's departure and blurted out. "The Harris family turned out to be so rich too? These pure blood are too extravagant!"

Harry's eyes dropped.

"You're not pure blood yourself!" Hermione stared at Ron angrily, and if she didn't take into account Harry's emotions, she must teach Ron a good meal.

Roger Davis was stimulated by fire crossbow arrows to stimulate all his training enthusiasm. With his crazy energy, he led the team members to train hard in the cold rain.

None of the team members were tired and bitter. As long as they saw the firebolt that Allen was riding, everyone seemed to see the glittering Academy Cup beckoning to them.

After a thorough training, UU read books www.uukanshu. com Roger looks serious and brings everyone together.

This made Ravenclaw's players reflect on the training just now. Everyone was very active. No one made a mistake. What happened to Roger?

Before opening, Roger glanced at Qiu Zhang with guilt.

"I feel that our team members need to make adjustments." Roger said heavily, but the tone was very firm.

Qiu? Zhang blinked, and she seemed to guess Roger's next words, embarrassed.

"Autumn, you are indeed a very good looking player, with a flexible figure and a bright eye. But I think Allen seems to be more suitable for the position of looking for a player. What do you think?" Roger hesitated for a long time Said something.

Qiu Zhang is indeed very good, maybe she can beat Draco Malfoy of Slytherin; Cedric Diggory, who can barely beat Hufflepuff for some special reasons; but against Gryffindor The more Harry Potter, the more difficult it seems.

(End of this chapter)