"But that's the light wheel 2001! Only Malfoy's broom is saved!" A Slytherin senior student shouted in grief.

Seeing the movement here, Ravenclaw's team members also ended the celebration and squeezed into the crowd.

Professor Snape looked at them with great danger, but Allen looked back without any cowardice.

"What's wrong?" Professor Dumbledore came over with a middle-aged man in his fifties, and the little wizards made way.

Allen noticed that the wizard around Dumbledore might be very unusual.

It is unusual because of his momentum. In his actions, he is like a ferocious cheetah, ready to go.

His steps were very open and he walked very casually. His head was bright, his face was full of beard, and his deep eyes were shining from time to time.

He had a big cigar in his mouth, constantly turning up and down, left and right, and his cold and sharp eyes were opposite Allen.

Alan noticed that his eyes seemed to be circling around him without a trace.

Unlike Professor Hogwarts, he was not wearing a magical robe, but wearing a light tweed suit, his neck exposed from the neck of the striped shirt, and a small record book in his hand.

Allen looked at him quietly, secretly guessing his identity in his heart.

"Professor Snape, do you have any questions about the results of the game?" Dumbledore held his glasses and looked serious.

"Yes, principal. I think Lavenclaw's tactics are too extreme. After this game, Slytherin suffered serious losses." Snape's words triggered the Slytherin wizards' attack on Allen.

"Alan was too much, breaking so many brooms for us!"

"He also injured Marcus!"

"Bor's eyes were also injured!"

"They broke our broom, but they used fire crossbows!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi didn't punish them. I suspect there is a shady story!"

...

"Madam Huo Qi, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed down. The discussion on the field stopped, and everyone looked at Madam Huo Qi.

But Allen keenly sensed that the man next to Dumbledore seemed to be still looking at him.

"Principal, I think my punishment is fair and just, and it is completely in line with the rules of the Quidditch competition." Mrs. Huo Qi felt that her professionalism was suspected. She was a little angry. She restrained herself and clenched her fists.

"Professor Snape, you heard it?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape's lips were pursed tightly, without saying a word, but the dissatisfaction expression on his face made people know at a glance.

"It's better to do this. The one around me is a real expert, Mr. Geraldine Malthus, the head coach of the British Quidditch team. He just watched this game, so why not let him comment." Professor Dumbledore's eyes blinked behind the crescent glasses, and thought of the best candidate to judge this game.

"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe that you are the one who is most qualified to give us guidance in this matter. How do you think?" Everyone's eyes turned to this man who cannot be ignored as Professor Dumbledore's words.

The cigar turned around Geraldine's mouth, "Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is difficult for people in situations like me to restrain themselves, and what I say may not be heard."

"We are willing to hear the most realistic voice, Geraldine." Professor Dumbledore responded without hesitation.

"Well, I want me to say that among the little wizards of this age, it is really impressive to have such a mind and means. This game is the darkest little wizard competition I have ever seen." He turned the cigar at his fingertips and began to comment without hesitation.

"The facts are right in front of us. It is indeed the Slytherin team's first violation. This kind of inferior violation method will not play any role in a regular game. It is ridiculous. What surprised me was that you were so embarrassed to stand up and question the results of the game, which is really disgusting."

Although the Slytherins were angry, they had to admit that what Geraldine said was the truth.

"And Mr. Harris's attack method cannot be blamed on the rules of Quidditch. You--" Geraldine stretched out her finger and pointed at Professor Snape and Slytherin's little wizards who raised the protest.

"Protesting against Allen Harris' actions within the rules is completely ignoring it. It is precisely because he violates multiple regulations first. In my opinion, such teams and their mentors are completely without Quidditch spirit."

Professor Snape's eyes looked like he wanted to dissect Geraldine in front of him alive.

"If my batsman could be of this gentleman's level, I would let him play like this at the beginning, rather than letting the opponent provoke and then taking action."

Geraldine was obviously used to acting as the main spokesperson. His free and outstanding manners were his words and demeanors, his calm attitude, and his profound eyesight to see things made the little wizards convinced him.

"Principal!" Allen suddenly walked out of the Ravenclaw's team members and said, "In order to further improve the Quidditch level of our school and make the competition more regular, I am willing to donate a batch of 2001 to the school and encourage everyone to fight with their strength."

Then, he glanced at Slytherin with contempt, "Instead of being like some amateur rogues, he could only use boring, shameful, inequality violations, and was complacent about them."

In the surprised gazes of the little wizards, Allen was like a sword unsheathed, with awesome momentum.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large amount of money?" Dumbledore looked at Allen seriously, trying to confirm whether Allen was out of the teenager's passion and impulse.

"Quidditch is a sports that is more comprehensive and has high requirements for players' speed, strength, flexibility, flexibility and coordination ability, psychological quality, etc. I believe that we, Ravenclaw, can defeat any opponent openly within the rules with our strength."

"When I was traveling with Professor Flitvie in the United States, I was fortunate to receive a large bonus. I am willing to donate this bonus to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment."

Ron of Gryffindor opened his mouth wide and looked at Allen, thinking that Allen must be crazy.

Gryffindor's Oliver Wood's eyes emitted dazzling light. If Gryffindor could be equipped with a light wheel 2001... His eyes looked at Allen in a hot mood.

Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff looked at Allen with admiration. He fully agreed with Allen's proposal and yearned for such a fair game. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"We are confident that we can win even when equipment is fair!" Allen stood there, like a mountain, with a momentum.

"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood next to Allen and agreed completely.

Lavenclaw's team members came up one after another, standing behind Roger and Allen with their heads held high.

Allen suddenly turned to Slytherin's direction again, "If there are still people who dare to use those despicable means, I don't mind breaking the ones I don't want to do so!"

The Slytherins didn't dare to look at Allen's gaze and lowered their heads. Some of them even thought that such Alan was not in Slytherin, wasn't he pure blood?

Geraldine turned the cigar in her mouth for a while, staring straight at the eyes of the young wizard in front of her.

But Allen welcomed the other party's gaze that he wanted to find out.

When Allen learned about Geraldine's identity, he had a basic guess about Geraldine's purpose for Hogwarts.

This summer vacation - Quidditch World Cup! Geraldine, as the head coach, must be here to choose the seedlings who can serve as Quidditch players.

Allen keenly noticed that this was an opportunity!

An opportunity to show your strength openly!

An opportunity to let wizards from all over the world know themselves and cheer for themselves.

At this age when it is time to exude youthful passion, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Professor Snape, maybe you should be willing to accept the loss and fulfill your original bet. But given the competition system, you can still play the remaining games." Professor Flivi said with a sharp voice.

He was very dissatisfied with Professor Snape's questioning the results of the game and interrupting Ravenclaw's celebration.

Snape's eyes were very dangerous at this time, and he looked at Professor Flitvii with a steady attitude.

Malfoy's face suddenly paled, and he thought of the bets he and Allen had.

At the same time, Harry of Gryffindor was also nervous. Harry didn't want to hear his name from Malfoy's mouth at all.

After a while, a few words came from Professor Snape's mouth, "We Slytherin, withdraw from the competition for this year's Academy Cup. Let's go!"

His eyes swept dangerously across Allen's face and turned away. The Slytherins followed him dejectedly and evacuated the field.

Malfoy's expression looked extremely painful. He couldn't wait to follow Snape's footsteps, but was stopped by Allen.

"Malfoy—"

Before Allen could finish his words, Malfoy raised his head proudly and said, "Allen, I will fulfill my bet."

Alan smiled at Malfoy's expression of being obviously anxious, confused and pretending to be calm, "Malfoy, you can't fulfill this bet. In fact, I don't care. But I want to remind you that since you care about the glory of the pure-blood surname so much, why not do something that matches your pure-blood noble? Where is your pure-blood noble demeanor?"

Hearing Allen's words, Malfoy seemed to have put down a big stone. If he really wanted to fulfill the bet, he would rather die. He had already made plans to procrastinate, but he had not yet proposed to fulfill the bet.
Chapter completed!