Before Alan and Anna walked into the Quidditch Stadium, they heard the cheers of Gryffindors echoing in the cold sky, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

The two looked at each other and quickly walked into the stand where Ravenclaw was. Watching the game in the stands was particularly different from participating in it personally. When Allen saw the little lions roaring in the Gryffindor stands opposite, he felt that he was Ravenclaw and could never do that - wild and enthusiastic.

"The thief is still missing, right?" Anna asked Roger, who was frowning and recording data frantically.

"Yes, I haven't seen the strength of both sides' seekers yet. They haven't found any trace of the Golden Snitch yet. But Gryffindor's chasers and batsmen are both very strong, especially the batsmen, who cooperate with them very well." Roger turned his eyes to the Weasley brothers who were flying freely in the sky, looking envious.

"They are twins. They have lived together since childhood. It is strange that they don't cooperate well. But our team's batsmen are also very good, such as you, aren't you?" Allen's unrestrained compliment made Roger stand up.

"Oh, of course, I'm the best batsman in Hogwarts!" Roger's golden soft hair and his white teeth shone in the sunlight, attracting the attention of many girls.

"Roger, can you borrow your telescope?"

"Of course. Anna, do you need it? I brought a lot of it here." Roger felt that he was a very reliable captain.

Allen raised his telescope and looked at a small dot in the air with difficulty - that was Harry. Harry slid lightly above the field in a very high sky. Apparently, he had not found the golden snitch.

Allen watched the game easily. After being nervous, he was not nervous at all when he watched the game. Sleeping filled his whole body. He missed Ravenclaw's bed at this moment, and the feeling of being wrapped in a soft quilt.

"Golden Snitch!" Roger's scream made Allen's spirit cheer up. "Harry discovered the Golden Snitch!" Allen immediately raised his glasses. Harry was swooping quickly, but unfortunately he was deliberately knocked away by Slytherin's Marcus Flint.

"This way--after the obvious and despicable cheating just now--" commentator Lee Jordan could no longer control his anger. Allen felt that he was very right. Such behavior was indeed shameful!

No matter how angry the audience is, the game must continue. This proves that when you encounter unfair treatment, you don’t have to blame others or give up. All we need to do is to make ourselves stronger and let our opponents lose face.

Just as many people were still immersed in anger, Harry's broom shook desperately uncontrollably. Slytherin scored a goal, and no one noticed Harry's abnormality. Harry's broom twitched wildly all the way, twisting slowly, and slowly, getting higher and higher to keep Harry away from the field.

"What happened to Harry." Allen was the first to find that something was wrong. Roger and Anna next to him quickly turned the telescope to Harry. Harry's broom began to tumbling and roll around, and he could only barely support him and couldn't fall off. Suddenly, the broom swung another crazy twist, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabbed the broom handle with only one hand and hung it in the air.

The audience in the stands had no intention of watching the game. Many people exclaimed at the moment when Harry fell. Allen pointed the telescope at Hermione and followed her traces in the crowd, intending to help if something was wrong in a while. Fortunately, Hermione successfully lit Professor Snape's robe and knocked down Professor Quirrell. Harry landed safely and spit out the golden thief from his mouth. Gryffindor won.

"I don't know if it's strength or luck, no matter what, Gryffindor is a powerful opponent." Roger closed the notebook and was full of fighting spirit.

"For Gryffindor, so are we!" Through the hustle and bustle, Allen smiled in encouragement at Harry, "See you in the final!"

One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream and found that it was covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice. Although it was cold, Allen's mood was as beautiful as March. He finally completed the system-arranged library task and successfully obtained the Book of the Potion Master Verto. The book records the production methods of various magical potions. The more he studied it, the more he felt his ignorance. Allen wandered in the ocean of knowledge and could not extricate himself.

Unlike Allen, other students were eagerly looking forward to the holiday. Although the public lounge was blessed by Professor Frieve's spell, and the auditorium was burning with raging fires, which were very warm, the corridor with wind blew into the hall became biting cold, and the window glass of the classroom was clattered by the bitter cold wind. The worst thing was that Professor Snape's classes were all in the underground classroom. When they blew, they formed a ball of white mist, so they had to try to get close to their hot crucible. Only Allen was extremely active in taking potions classes. He experimented with the pharmaceutical techniques in the book of Potion Master Verto, and at the same time listened very carefully to Professor Snape's explanation to consolidate his foundation. Compared with the two, Allen felt that his potions had made great progress.

Professor Snape also obviously discovered that Alan was unique, and he was impeccable about Alan's potions. Even in a potion class, he found that Alan did not use the pharmaceutical methods in the textbooks and did not comment. This seemed incredible to other students. In addition to Slytherin's students, Professor Snape only looked at Alan differently, not only without a single criticism, but even gave advice. While other students were hit by the double freezing of spirit and body, Alan's state of satisfaction and satisfaction was really envious and jealous.

Not only the Potions class, but also performed well in other courses. When the gap with one person is too big, there is only one who looks up to him. So no one comes to trouble Alan. Everyone thinks that the first grade in the final exam must be Allen, and everyone can only strive for the second place!

Excellent students also have the trouble of excellent students, which is that they can easily become teachers' helpers. For example, at this moment, Alan was called by Professor Flitvie to help arrange Christmas decorations. He and the professor sprayed a string of golden bubbles with their wands and hung them on the branches of the newly brought tree by Hagrid. With everyone's concerted efforts, the auditorium looked beautiful and spectacular. The walls were hung with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe. There were twelve towering Christmas trees standing in the room, some with shiny icicles hanging on some, and some with hundreds of candles flashing.

Allen saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Hagrid into the auditorium. Allen walked over with a smile, wanting to say hello to Harry and the others, but just happened to hear Harry say to Hagrid happily: "Since you mentioned Nicolomai, we have been trying to figure out who he is."
Chapter completed!