Chapter 301: Dream (modified, thanks to the leader???S)

Dumbledore glanced at Alan, then at Geraldine, and agreed.
"Geraldine, our Quidditch season is over. The training field is completely free for you to use."
For Dumbledore, it would be great if he could take this opportunity to keep Alan away from black magic.
Dumbledore had become more and more aware of the excellence of the little wizard Alan, the kind that far exceeded his peers.
And such people, he has seen two.
"Thank you very much, Dumbledore." Geraldine thanked him, and then turned to look at Allen. "Mr. Allen Harris."
"Then, as the head coach of the England national Quidditch team, I invite you. Would you like to become a seeker for the national team?"
Geraldine looked at Allen with a solemn expression.
"I do."
Although the words are simple, Alan's heart can't help being very excited.
He had expected that his plan would be successful, but when this was really achieved, he was still extremely happy.
"This is indeed a gratifying thing. Congratulations, Allen, I hope you can help your team achieve a good record." Dumbledore patted Allen's shoulder kindly and encouraged.
"Thank you, Professor." Allen thanked him happily without restraining his joy at all.
I have to say that at this moment of joy, someone can share with them, and someone can send congratulations in time. It feels very warm.
"The formal invitation letter will be delivered to you tomorrow." Geraldine took out a cigar and turned it between his fingers.
"The other players will live in Hogsmeade, and they will come only during training. Dumbledore, I'm tired of it." Geraldine thanked again.
After a polite greeting, Geraldine hurriedly left.
He still has a lot of things to deal with, and many people need to contact.
As the head coach, he is not only responsible for training, he also needs to be responsible for a lot of coordination, communication, and organization.
Finally won the Quidditch Cup, and the excitement of the Ravenclaw wizards lasted at least a week.
Because with their usual excellent performance, coupled with the Quidditch Cup, they can almost lock the final Academy Cup ahead of time.
Even the weather seemed to be celebrating.
In May, the day became clear and cloudless, and it was hot. People just wanted to bring a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to the venue and sit down.
It is so pleasant to play a few rounds of Gobstone at will, or watch the giant squid swimming dreamily on the lake.
But such leisure is someone else's.
For Allen, he can only use the fragmented time to complete his schoolwork.
Roger's crazy training was nothing compared to Geraldine.
Regardless of training professionalism, training intensity, or training time, Roger's organization can not be compared with Geraldine.
Geraldine's training plan is almost accurate to the minute.
Every time he came to Hogwarts, Allen could see the plans and analyses of several large rolls of parchment.
The Quidditch training for the World Cup occupies almost all of his free time.
Listening to lectures in class seems more like a kind of relaxation, a kind of leisure.
Compared with Alan's performance in class, other little wizards are not so relaxed.
Perhaps due to the busy review of the senior students, the professors seem to be unable to see the little wizards being free and assign a lot of homework.
The students could not continue to be at ease outside, but had to stay in the castle, forcing their brains to concentrate, trying to ignore the tempting warm wind blowing outside the window.
Penello is also very busy, she is preparing to pass the N.E.W.T. (Ultimate Wizard Exam), which is the highest degree offered by Hogwarts.
To become an Auror, you must pass at least 5 courses, and the score must not be lower than "exceeding expectations".
For this reason, Penello's beautiful blonde curly hair was neglected, but was tied to the back of his head casually, looking more intellectual and beautiful.
The heavy schoolwork, the knowledge of the towers, and the training for the World Cup, such a combination of punches, even if as strong as Allen, can not help but feel physically and mentally exhausted and very hard after a day.
In this case, after a day of training, Allen, who has always been a good sleeper, had a rare dream.
In the hot summer, with a clear blue sky, he rode a firebolt soaring freely in the sky.
Under the attention of everyone, Allen caught the Golden Snitch, which drew cheers like thunder.
At the moment the final whistle sounded, all the spectators rushed to the lawn below the arena.
At the forefront of the crowd was Penello, followed by Hermione, and Luna leaped towards herself from the other side.
Allen couldn't help but smile.
He was looking down high in the sky, and everyone cheered and shouted enthusiastically for him...
Suddenly, darkness enveloped the earth, and cries resounded throughout the world.
The crowd was in chaos. Everyone ran around, shoving and fleeing.
A cloud of green smoke emits a dazzling light, rising higher and higher, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.
Allen recognized it at a glance, it was the Dark Mark, and the huge green skull undoubtedly declared that someone was killed here.
Allen rode the Firebolt and flew over immediately.
Under the bright green light, Penello's body was twisted into an extremely strange posture; Hermione's head tilted to one side~EbookFREE.me~ silently; Luna's face was full of blood , Eyes closed tightly.
Allen's heart was cut suddenly, his internal organs seemed to be held together by a huge hand and twisted into a ball.
He quickly landed on the ground, and the Firebolt was randomly thrown aside.
He stretched out his hand, trying to touch her face, the sudden change occurred.
The gray mist surrounded him, and those crying, screams, triumphant shouts, and rampant laughter disappeared instantly.
There was silence, only the gloomy, gray-white mist surrounded Allen.
Allen suddenly calmed down, as if all the happiness, hope, and the good things experienced were leaving him, leaving only numbness and coldness...
Alan, who sensed something was wrong, quickly looked at the place where the three girls had been-empty.
While Alan was looking anxiously, a huge figure appeared in front of him.
The figure was erratic and could not see clearly.
This phantom was distorted in the mist, and from Alan's perspective, he looked like a huge dementor!
It was wearing a cloak and holding a huge sickle in its hand.
It waved its sickle in the air, and three gray shadows floated towards him.
Allen was anxious because he recognized it all at once. The three souls were clearly Penello, Hermione and Luna!
He was anxious to step forward. He wanted to the souls of the three of them back, but he seemed to be bound, unable to move.
In fright and anger, Allen roared and instantly controlled his body, and all the sights disappeared.
He sat on the bed blankly, looking at the curtains blown by the breeze, silently-it turned out to be just a dream!
Now, he was awakened by the nightmare!