All things are three at Hogwarts

The stands also noticed Allen's actions, and the little wizards started talking about it.

Cedric's eyes were fixed, and he turned around and flew towards the Ravenclaw stands without responding to Allen.

Although he had no time to think carefully about why Allen pointed out the traces of the Golden Snitch to him, he would go all out and not waste this great opportunity.

Compared to Allen, he is closer to the Golden Snitch.

Cedric's eyes were firm and he quickly glanced towards the Ravenclaw stands.

Near

Near

The Golden Snitch was right in front of him. All he had to do was lean out and reach out.

He heard roars of surprise from the crowd behind him.

Infinite joy surged in Cedric's heart. He stretched out his right hand straight, as if he saw the Quidditch Cup waving to him.

At this moment, a figure flashed past him quickly. When his hand was about to touch the golden snitch, he took a step ahead of him and gathered the golden snitch in his hand.

Cedric's victorious smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

There was a wave of people in the stands instantly, and the cheers of the little wizards resounded throughout the stadium.

Cedric didn't know clearly, but the little wizards saw it clearly.

As Cedric quickly flew towards the Golden Snitch, Alan's broom quickly hovered in front of the Ravenclaw stand, and then he pointed in Cedric's direction and made a victory gesture.

The Ravenclaws below were silent at first, they were worried that the Golden Snitch would be caught by Cedric.

When Allen quickly caught up with Cedric, cheers instantly erupted in the stands.

In the eyes of the audience, Allen simply turned into a wisp of smoke, quickly drifting past Cedric and catching the snitch first.

No one thought Allen was arrogant. His astonishing speed, his confident expression, and his fearless attitude conquered the entire audience.

Alan hovered in the air, holding the Snitch high with one hand and putting one hand behind his ear.

He twirled his right hand by his ear and waved to the audience.

That action seems to be telling everyone: Let me hear your cheers, let me hear your cheers!

Seeing such actions, the enthusiasm of all the little wizards was ignited.

"Alan, Alan, Alan..."

Rhythmic shouting came from the stands, and the young wizards from whichever academy they were in were all shouting Allen's name crazily.

Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle, and the game ended with Ravenclaw winning a crushing victory.

Although this kind of crushing is only reflected in the seekers of both sides.

Cedric was at a loss, and the ups and downs were always hard to accept.

In fact, he didn't have to question himself at all.

Although he is older than Allen, Allen's physical fitness has improved in all aspects after taking the attribute potion, which is far from being comparable to that of ordinary wizards.

The young wizards of Ravenclaw were almost hoarse from shouting. They rushed to the arena and celebrated their victory with various movements and shouts.

"We won the cup! We won the cup!"

When Roger took the huge Quidditch cup from Dumbledore, his eyes were filled with tears and he was so excited that he could not speak.

This was his last game at Hogwarts, and they won!

"If it weren't for Alan Harris, this game would be meaningless!" The male reporter in the stands put away his notebook and stood up.

The same thing is going on in the distance.

"There is no suspense about the match. The strength of this little wizard cannot be underestimated." Behind Dumbledore, Geraldine was holding a cigar and looking at Allen surrounded by the little wizards with admiration.

"Have you made up your mind?" Dumbledore looked at Geraldine.

"That's him. Although he is very young, his strength is indeed outstanding. Within the limited time, I can't find a more suitable candidate."

Geraldine is an extremely decisive person, and once she makes a decision, she takes action immediately.

"Dumbledore, look, the competition is about to start this summer. Can you let him go back to train with me directly?" Geraldine stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Sorry, Geraldine. I can't make a decision for Allen, why don't you ask his opinion!"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed. Of course he supported Allen to participate in the World Cup. Perhaps this would stop the child from being addicted to studying dark magic.

In the dressing room, Alan meets Geraldine.

This was something Allen didn't expect at all. He originally wanted to promote the game by playing devil's advocate and win the attention of the head coach in front of him.

It seems that the national team head coach is more anxious than he thought.

"This summer, the World Cup will be held. I hope you can join the national team and win glory for the country." Geraldine extended an invitation to Allen.

Allen nodded and agreed without hesitation. The opportunity was fleeting, and when it came, he had to seize it.

"I hope you can put aside your studies temporarily and participate in our training." Geraldine stared at Allen with burning eyes.

"Can I ask, what role do you want me to play?" Although Allen had some guesses, it was better to ask clearly.

"Seeker!" Although Geraldine was surprised, he was confident that no little wizard could resist the temptation of the national team's seeker position.

"Coach, I hope to continue to stay at Hogwarts to complete my studies. For Seekers, there are not many tactics to cooperate with the team members. I go to train on normal rest days, and the time is enough."

Under Geraldine's disbelieving gaze, Allen made a request.

Geraldine did not consider that Alan would make such a decision.

How could some young wizard choose to stay in school to complete his studies, instead of giving up the opportunity to train with famous stars?

"Hogwarts is very far away from where we train. If you take the train to reach us, I'm afraid it will waste a lot of time." Geraldine's eyes became sharp.

"You don't have to worry about this at all. I have learned how to apparate." Allen was completely unaffected by the opponent's aura and said calmly.

Geraldine was silent.

He suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Aren't you worried about losing this opportunity?" Professor Dumbledore felt that the young man in front of him once again impressed him.

"Losing me will only become his regret." Allen said confidently.

After a while, Geraldine came back.

"Dumbledore, I have a merciless request, and I hope you can agree." Geraldine looked at Dumbledore.

"Geraldine, please."

"I hope that our national Quidditch team can conduct closed training at Hogwarts." Geraldine said.

He had just gone out to inspect the Quidditch field. The equipment here was very complete and could fully support ordinary training.

As for the further training equipment, it can be completely rearranged and it won't take long.