Hogwarts Everything is Three

Geraldine's roar always sounded in time whenever Allen had the idea of ​​giving up.

This made Allen wonder if his Occlumency has failed.

After a little trance, Allen was hit by a wandering ball on the shoulder.

The man brought the broom and rolled a few times in the air before stopping.

Before Allen had time to react, the other roaming **** came fiercely and went straight to the door.

"Allen, fly! It wasn't your brain that was hit by the stray ball!" Geraldine roared hoarsely.

"Coach, haven't it been 30 minutes yet?" Allen pressed his body tightly to the broom, breaking through the encirclement of the walking ball in this position.

"Don't worry about the time, keep flying, you are still far away! Do your best, that's it!" Geraldine shouted.

"Don't stop, Ellen, you can do better!"

"Just like that, keep flying, don't give up, keep flying until you are exhausted!"

"Keep going, I want you to do your best, keep going!"

"It's very hard, keep flying, keep flying, that's it!"

Geraldine flew above Allen, urging again and again.

Allen's heart was beating like a big hammer.

Hearing Geraldine's words, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes and tried to concentrate on finding the next halo.

Alan didn’t know how many halos he passed, how many walks he avoided, how many laps he flew in this castle, and he didn’t know how long the time had passed, all that was left in Alan’s mind Halo and walking ball.

In the eyes of the little wizards onlookers, Alan looked like a tireless magical arrow, swiftly shuttled through the air.

The nonchalant national team players who had been sitting on the grass before stood up involuntarily, their eyes following Allen who was flying fast in the sky uncontrollably.

The leaf dangling from Banks' mouth fell, but he didn't know it, his muscles tightened, and he looked at Alan.

"Stop!" Geraldine looked at his watch and called Alan, "Harris, you can stop and rest!"

Hearing that, Allen's mind was relaxed and quickly landed back to the training ground.

I didn't feel it when his concentration was high. Now, Allen felt that every muscle was trembling all over his body, and no one was protesting against the abuse by his master.

Allen simply lay down on the grass, panting violently.

The players in the distance rushed towards Allen's direction immediately.

Penello was in the stands with a look of intolerance, and his eyes moistened at the exhausted Allen in training.

Suddenly, she jumped from her seat, trying to rush up to do something for Allen.

Even if it's just to wipe his sweat, even if it's just to get him some drinks...

Geraldine landed next to Ellen. He simply lay down on the ground and looked at Ellen, "How are you?"

"Coach!" Allen panted and asked the question he cared most.

"Coach, I'm sure-more than-500 auras in 30 minutes!" Allen raised his head hard, supporting the lawn with both hands, looking expectantly at Geraldine.

"No." Geraldine said solemnly.

The surrounding players couldn't help but stare at each other.

"You reached 1263 in 1 hour, surpassing the highest record ever. Moreover, you were attacked by four walking **** at the same time, while the previous record holder only had two walking balls!"

Allen panted hard, with little joy in his heart: "I believe you a ghost, you are a bad old man, am I playing "Face the Giant"?!"

"Look, Ellen, you have broken the record." Geraldine looked at Ellen sincerely.

"Your position determines that you will be the most influential player on the team. If you think we can succeed, they will also come out of the previous seeker incident and think so. Don’t tell me you can’t give me More than I saw just now." Geraldine's fist thumped **** the grass.

"You just went through more than 1,200 auras for an hour under the attack of 4 walking balls. Merlin gave you Quidditch talent, don't waste it. Alan, I need you, can I trust you? ?" Geraldine looked solemn.

Strangely, Alan felt a little tired just now, and his muscles trembled slightly. At this moment, he suddenly felt a stream of heat rushing through his body.

"Coach?" Banks said suddenly.

But Geraldine ignored him, still staring at Allen.

Allen looked firmly at Geraldine, "Of course, coach!"

"Coach!" Banks said again.

"What's the matter, Banks?" Geraldine looked up.

"Coach, to be precise, Alan wears 1263 auras!" Banks said solemnly without fear of Geraldine's dark face.

After a brief silence, everyone laughed.

"Banks, if you are so smart, why not hurry up and take care of your teammates?" Geraldine clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

Banks shrugged and looked at each other with the other team members~www.ltnovel.com~ and hugged him.

The team members gathered around Alan, some patted Alan on the shoulder, some brought Alan a towel, and some gave him a muscle relaxation massage...

Suddenly, George Cohen spilled a bottle of water over Allen's head.

Allen smiled and pushed George aside.

All of a sudden the players made a noise.

"Good guy!"

"That's not funny at all, man.

"Oh, that's fun!"

Geraldine saw such a scene, and a smile flashed across his face full of strength and determination.

Before Penello ran down from the stands, he realized that his arm was being held by a hand.

Penello turned his head in surprise and looked at it-it was Luna Lovegood. She followed the crazy girl's gaze and saw the scene of the players playing around.

"Coach, how do you think this year's Ireland compares to the previous one? We lost to them last time." Banks, as the captain, looked serious.

"Much better than us?" George pouted.

"You already think we are starting to lose, George? Even if we have a talented seeker like Allen?"

"If we can't beat them—" George's eyes were a little confused.

"George!" Allen interrupted him suddenly.

Everyone's eyes focused on Alan.

"I will try my best to catch the Golden Snitch, and the victory will be ours!" Allen said with incomparable confidence.

Although Allen was wet and looked extremely embarrassed, everyone could not help but believe his words, and their eyes became hot.

England coach Geraldine nodded secretly.