Chapter 295: The fan flower blooms

When Allen opened his eyes again, he couldn't help being fascinated for a while, as if he was tasting the dream of yesterday ...

Finally, he remembered himself, opened the curtain, and glanced out the window.

The bright sun shone on Hogwarts, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

In this month, in this island country surrounded by waves, such weather is quite rare.

Early morning is the most wonderful time of the twenty-four hours. Spread this magnificent red in the place where Chaoyang rises simply without the gorgeous clouds.

Jin Cancan's blaze is shining radiantly, extending to the height and the distance, occupying most of the sky.

The cool breeze came from outside the window, which also made Allen's languorous spirit start to cheer up.

"Ah, bad! It's too late to get up!" Allen found that even Edward's bed was empty.

Alan looked at the extremely miserable underpants and sheets, and felt cheeks fever for the first time.

At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded in silence.

"Alan, are you there? Have you gotten up? What's going on?"

"He got up."

The voices of Penello and Luna rang outside the door!

From their voices, Allen was acutely aware of the concerns.

"Damn it!" How worried is he?

Allen quickly pulled out his wand and cleaned the bed and clothing.

After restoring the bed to its usual flat appearance, Alan hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself.

Allen looked at his bed and always felt something was wrong.

He kind of wanted to split the bed apart, and then ruin the corpse.

The knock on the door was getting louder.

The sound of Penello's call also gradually hurried.

"If I were the principal, girls would never be allowed to go to and from boys' dorms." Allen's mind turned to a mess.

Perhaps because he was worried about being seen by others, Alan was at a loss for the first time in his life.

While preparing to go out, Allen accidentally tripped over Edward's footstool on the ground.

Allen is incredible, just a stool, such a heavy noise!

There was a panic shout immediately outside, and the bedroom door was immediately opened, and Allen saw the little wizards outside.

"Alan, are you okay?" Edward rushed in, the bedroom door rocking weakly, opening and closing.

Michael, Penello and Luna followed.

Seeing Allen standing in place, and then looking at the footrest that fell to the ground, everyone instantly understood that they had misunderstood.

Allen rubbed the corner of his mouth awkwardly and said hello to the four as usual, "You are so early!"

Although Penello acted well on weekdays, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Luna stared at Allen ’s large silver eyes, staring at Allen, and suddenly said, "The fan-flowers are blooming."

The other three looked at Luna inexplicably. What did the crazy girl say without a head?

Trying to maintain a grim look, Alan couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth twitch, and he was keenly aware of the playfulness in Luna's eyes.

Helpless, he smiled at Luna awkwardly.

Luna raised her eyebrows, and put herself on a pair of anti-monster glasses that were given away for free by "Singing Contrast" magazine edited by her father Xenophilius Lovegood. This made her look like a colorful one. Emotional owl: "There is too much harassment here." After she finished, she immediately turned around and took the lead out of the bedroom.

"What kind of harassment do she always say?" Others were even more puzzled.

"Let's hurry up for breakfast." Allen urged with a flushed face.

Penello seemed to understand something suddenly, smiling slightly charmingly, and hurriedly left the bedroom.

Edward and Michael looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion, and they didn't understand what the girls were doing.

Alan's face was embarrassed and polite, and he urged them to leave the bedroom quickly.

When he walked to the auditorium, Allen, who was seated, was shocked to find that Penello replaced Edward and sat beside him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining. It was so beautiful that she looked at Allen.

Allen tried hard to restrain himself and tried to sandwich a piece of cheese as if nothing happened, but it happened to rub against Penello's hand.

Allen withdrew his hand violently, turning his head away, and Penello next to him couldn't help laughing.

"The Quidditch finals are not far away, but Qiu? Zhang is unwilling to serve as a seeker again!" Michael's noisy voice sounded, and the content in the words quickly returned Allen's reason and understanding.

"I heard that her face was so badly damaged by Pansy that she is still recuperating." Penello shrugged and spread tomato sauce on the sandwich.

"I persuaded her for a long time. A good looking player doesn't need a perfect appearance. But she can't pass her psychological level." Roger collapsed helplessly on the chair beside Allen. "I'm not close. I ca n’t see the scars at all! Mrs. Pings said that as long as she is exposed to the sun, she wo n’t be able to see the difference anytime soon ... but she refuses to stay outside ... "

"In other words, we need a new finder." Allen calmly said.

"The war is imminent, we need a seeker who can fight Cedric, Allen." Roger looked at Allen eagerly.

Alan quickly calculated, a thought flashed across his mind: this might be an opportunity.

Allen thought of the news that he saw during the holiday-the famous star Kane Rooney who played for the Bobbi Arrows ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was murdered because he participated in illegal gambling and could not pay his debts.

He also thought of the man with a cigar on the court, the head coach of the British Quidditch team, Geraldine Malthus, who appeared on the court last time against Slytherin.

Geraldine has long discovered that Kane Rooney's condition is wrong, maybe he was looking for someone to replace.

Today, Kane is absolutely impossible to compete in the Quidditch World Cup, then there is a great possibility that Geraldine will come to Hogwarts again to watch the game and select talent.

"Okay, I'm here to look for the player." Allen's eyes were firm.

Success is left to those who are prepared, and since they perceive the opportunity, they cannot let it slip away.

Allen secretly made up his mind that even if Geraldine wanted to select senior students who were about to graduate, he must definitely let the other party know that he was the most suitable and irreplaceable candidate.

"Great, with you as the hunter, the Quidditch trophy must belong to us!" Roger jumped up from the stool excitedly, he could not wait to select the right batter.

Five minutes later, when they left the Ravenclaw table and walked towards the Quidditch Stadium, all Ravenclaws heard the news.

The trial competition took place for almost one morning.

Half of the students from Ravenclaw College from the first to the seventh grade are here.

The first graders nervously clutched a few old, battered brooms picked from the school warehouse, while the seventh graders looked tall and standing tall and frightening.

No matter what grade the little wizard is, he looks very excited and bragging about his flight experience, and the masters in these flight stories are more magical than one.