Chapter 295: Fan bone tree blossoms

When Allen opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but be in a daze for a while, seeming to be savoring what he had dreamed of yesterday...
Finally, he remembered to get up, opened the curtain, and glanced out the window.
The bright sun was shining on Hogwarts, the sun was shining and the sky was clear.
In this month, in this wave-surrounded island country, such weather is quite rare.
Early morning is the most wonderful time of the twenty-four hours. The magnificent red spreads out in the place where the morning sun rises to the east without being covered with gorgeous clouds.
The golden flames are shining in all directions, extending to high places and far, occupying most of the sky.
The cool breeze blowing from outside the window also refreshed Allen's wilting spirit.
"Ah, oops! It's too late to get up!" Allen found that even Edward's bed was empty.
Alan looked at the underwear and bed sheets that had been devastated miserably, and felt feverish in his cheeks for the first time.
At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded in the silence.
"Alan, are you there? Have you gotten up yet? What's the matter?"
"He got up."
The voices of Penello and Luna rang outside the door!
From their voices, Allen was keenly aware of their concerns.
"Damn it!" Is he okay to worry about!
Allen quickly drew out his wand and cleaned the bed and clothing.
After restoring the bed to its usual flat appearance, Allen hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself.
Alan looked at his bed, always feeling something was wrong.
He kind of wanted to split the bed apart and then destroy the body.
The knock on the door outside gradually became violent.
Penello's calling voice also gradually rushed.
"If I were the principal, girls would never be allowed to go to and from the boys' dormitory." Allen's mind was filled with mixed thoughts.
Perhaps because of the fear that the embarrassment would be seen through by others, Allen was at a loss for the first time in his life.
While preparing to go out, Allen accidentally tripped Edward's footstool on the ground.
Alan couldn't believe it. A stool made such a heavy noise!
There was a panic shout from outside, and then the bedroom door was immediately opened, and Allen caught a glimpse of the group of little wizards outside.
"Alan, are you all right?" Edward barged in carelessly, the bedroom door swaying weakly, opening and closing.
Michael, Penello and Luna followed closely behind.
Seeing Alan standing on the spot, and then looking at the footstool lying on the ground, everyone instantly understood that they had misunderstood.
Allen twitched the corners of his mouth awkwardly, and greeted the four as if nothing had happened, "It's early, you guys!"
Although Penello was generally generous, he couldn't help but feel a little cramped at this time.
Luna stared at Alan with big, pale silver eyes, and suddenly said: "The fan bone tree blossoms."
The other three people looked at Luna inexplicably. What was the mad girl talking nonsense?
Trying to maintain a stern face, Allen couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. He keenly noticed the joke in Luna's eyes.
Helpless, he smiled at Luna awkwardly.
Luna raised her eyebrows, and asked herself to wear a pair of anti-demon glasses that were given away for free by the "Diverse Singing" magazine edited by her father Xenophylius Lovegood, which made her look like colorful. The moody owl: "There is too much harassment here." After speaking, she immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom first.
"What the is the harassment she always talked about?" The others were even more confused.
"Let's hurry up and have breakfast." Allen could not help but flushed and urged.
Penello seemed to suddenly understand something, smiled charmingly, and quickly left the bedroom.
Edward and Michael looked at each other, their gazes were blank, they didn't understand what these girls were doing.
With an embarrassing but polite smile on Alan's face, he urged the two to leave the bedroom quickly.
When he walked to the auditorium, Allen who was seated was surprised to find that Penello had replaced Edward and sat beside him. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were shining. Looking at Allen's appearance was truly indescribable.
Allen tried to restrain himself, trying to grab a piece of cheese as if nothing had happened, but it happened to rub against the back of Penello's hand.
Allen pulled his hand back abruptly, turned his head away, and Penello couldn't help laughing beside him.
"The Quidditch final is not far away, but Qiu Zhang is not willing to be a seeker anymore!" Michael's noisy voice sounded, and the content of these words quickly returned Allen's reason and understanding.
"I heard that her face was so badly ruined by Pansy that she is still recuperating." Penello shrugged and rubbed the ketchup on the sandwich.
"I persuaded her for a long time. A good seeker doesn't need a perfect look. But she can't get through her own psychological barrier." Roger helplessly slumped on the chair beside Allen, "Actually he doesn't get close. I can’t see the scars at all! Mrs. Pins said that as long as she gets more exposure to the sun, she won’t be able to look good... but she refuses to stay outside..."
"In other words, we need a new seeker." Allen said calmly.
"The battle is coming, we need a seeker who can fight against Cedric, Allen." Roger looked at Allen eagerly.
Allen quickly calculated, a thought flashed through 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 Abobi Arrows ~EbookFREE.me~ because of illegal gambling and unable to repay his debts, he was angry and killed.
He thought of Geraldine Malthus, the head coach of the British Quidditch team, who appeared on the court last time against Slytherin with a cigar.
Geraldine had long discovered that Kane Rooney's state was wrong, maybe he was looking for someone to replace him.
Today, it is absolutely impossible for Kane to compete in the Quidditch World Cup, so there is a great possibility that Geraldine will come to Hogwarts again to watch the game and select talents.
"Okay, I'll be the seeker." Allen looked firm.
Success is reserved for those who are prepared. Now that an opportunity is perceived, it cannot be allowed to slip away.
Allen secretly made up his mind that even if Geraldine wanted to select senior students who were approaching graduation, he would definitely let the other party understand that he was the most suitable and irreplaceable candidate.
"Great, with you as the seeker, the Quidditch trophy must belong to us!" Roger jumped up from the stool excitedly, and he couldn't wait to select the right hitter.
Five minutes later, when they left the Ravenclaw table and walked towards the Quidditch stadium, all the Ravenclaws learned the news.
The trials lasted almost all morning.
Half of the students at Ravenclaw College from grade one to grade seven came.
The first-grade classmates nervously clutched a few tattered old broomsticks picked out from the school warehouse, while the seventh-grade classmates looked tall, outstanding, and intimidating.
Little wizards of any grade seem to be excited, boasting about their flying experience, and the protagonists in these flying stories are more magical.