Chapter 301： Dream (modified, thanks to the leader ??? S)

Dumbledore glanced at Alan, then at Geraldine, and agreed.

"Geraldine, our Quidditch season is over, and the training ground can be completely vacated for your use."

For Dumbledore, it would be better if he could take this opportunity to keep Allen away from black magic.

Dumbledore has felt more and more the excellence of the little wizard, Allen, which is far superior to his peers.

And such a person, he had seen two.

"Thank you very much, Dumbledore." Geraldine saluted and turned his head to look at Alan, "Mr. Alan Harris."

"So, now as the head coach of the National Quidditch team in England, I send you an invitation. Would you like to be the player looking for the national team?"

Geraldine looked at Allen with a dignified look.

"I do."

Although the words are simple, Alan couldn't help but feel very excited.

He had expected that his plan would succeed, but when this was really realized, he was still very happy.

"This is indeed a gratifying thing. Congratulations, Allen, I hope you can help your team get a good record." Dumbledore patted Allen's shoulder kindly, encouraging.

"Thank you, Professor." Allen thanked happily without restraining his joy at all.

It has to be said that at this moment of joy, someone can share it with someone, and someone can send congratulations in time, which feels very warm.

"The official letter of invitation will be delivered to you tomorrow." Geraldine took out a cigar and tucked it between his fingers.

"The other team members will live in Hogsmeade and will only come when they are training. Dumbledore, tired." Geraldine thanked again.

After paying a courteous greeting, Geraldine hurriedly left.

He still has a lot of things to deal with, and many people need to be contacted.

As the head coach, he is not only responsible for training, he also needs to be responsible for a lot of coordination, communication, and organization.

After finally winning the Quidditch Cup, the excitement of the Ravenclaw little wizards lasted at least a week.

Because of their usual excellent performance, plus the Quidditch Cup, they can almost lock the final Academy Cup in advance.

Even the weather seems to be celebrating.

Entering May, the day became clear and cloudless, hot, making people just want to take a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to slip to the venue and sit down.

Feel free to play a few rounds of high stone, or watch the giant squid swim dreamily on the lake, what a pleasant thing.

However, such leisure is someone else's.

For Allen, he can only use the fragmented time to complete his homework.

Compared with Geraldine's crazy training, Roger's crazy training is really rare.

Regardless of training professionalism, training intensity, or training time, what Roger organizes cannot be compared with Geraldine.

The training plan made by Geraldine is almost accurate to every second.

Every time he came to Hogwarts, Allen could see plans and analysis of several large rolls of parchment.

Quidditch training for the World Cup took up almost all of his free time.

Listening in class seems to be more of a relaxation and a leisure.

Compared with Allen's performance in class, other little wizards are not so relaxed.

Perhaps due to the busy review of senior students, the professors seem to see the little wizards free and arrange a lot of homework.

The students could not continue to get away outside, but had to stay in the castle, forcing their brains to concentrate on their thoughts, trying to ignore the tempting warm air floating outside the window.

Penello is also very busy, she is preparing to pass the N.E.W.T. (ultimate wizard exam), which is the highest degree offered by Hogwarts.

If you want to become an Auror, you must pass at least 5 goals, and the score should not be lower than "exceeded expectations".

To this end, Penello's beautiful blond curly hair is neglected, but just tied around the back of the head at random, it looks a little more intellectual beauty.

With heavy work, researching the knowledge in the tower, and training for the World Cup, such a combination of punches, even if as powerful as Allen, can not help feeling physical and mental exhaustion in the day, very hard.

In this case, after a day of training, Alan, who has always been asleep, had a rare dream.

In the hot summer and the blue and blue sky, he rode a fire crossbow and soared in the sky.

In the limelight, Allen caught the golden thief and drew thunderous cheers.

At the moment when the final whistle sounded, all the spectators rushed to the lawn below the stadium.

At the forefront of the crowd was Penello, who followed Hermione behind her, and Luna jumped to herself from the other side.

Allen couldn't help smiling.

He looked down in the sky, everyone cheered and shouted for him warmly ...

Suddenly, darkness covered the earth, and the cry rang through the world.

The crowd was so chaotic that everyone ran around and shoved around.

A cluster of green smoke glowed dazzlingly, rising higher and higher, against the dark night sky, like a new constellation.

Allen recognized at a glance that it was the mark of the dark monster, and the huge green skull was undoubtedly declaring that someone was killed here.

Allen rode a fire crossbow and flew over immediately.

Under the bright green light, Penello's body was twisted into an extremely strange posture; Hermione's head fell to one side ~ www.novelhall.com ~ silently; Luna's face was covered with blood , Eyes closed tightly.

Allen suddenly felt like a knife, and his internal organs seemed to be held together by a huge hand and twisted into a ball.

He landed quickly on the ground, and the firebolt was thrown aside at random.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her face, a sudden change.

The gray mist surrounded him, and those weeping, screaming, screaming, and rampant laughter disappeared instantly.

There was silence all around, except for the somber, gray mist surrounding Allen.

Allen suddenly calmed down, as if all the happiness, hope, and beauty that had been experienced were far away from him, leaving only numbness and coldness ...

Seeing that something was wrong, Allen quickly looked at the location of the three girls—empty.

While Allen was looking anxiously, a huge figure appeared in front of him.

The figure was erratic and unclear.

This phantom was twisted in the mist. From Allen ’s point of view, he seemed to be a huge dementor!

It wore a cloak, holding a huge sickle in his hand.

It waved a sickle in the air, and three gray-white shadows floated towards him.

Allen was in a hurry, because he recognized it all at once, and the three souls were clearly Penello, Hermione, and Luna!

He was anxious to step forward, he wanted to take back the souls of the three, but he seemed to be bound, and could not move at all.

Affected by anger, Allen roared and instantly controlled his body, and all the scenes no longer existed.

He sat blankly on the bed and looked at the curtains blown by the breeze, silently-it turned out to be just a dream!

Now, he was awakened by a nightmare!