Chapter 305 Motivation

Whenever Allen thought of giving up, Geraldine's roar would always sound in time.

This simply made Allen wonder if his Occlumency had failed.

A little dazed, Allen was hit by a Bludger on the shoulder.

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

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

"Alan, fly! It wasn't your brain that was hit by the Bludger!" Geraldine roared hoarsely.

"Coach, hasn't it been 30 minutes yet?" Allen pressed his body tightly to the broom, breaking through the Bludger's encirclement in this posture.

"Never mind the time, keep flying, you're not far off! Do your best, that's it!" Geraldine yelled.

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

"That's it, keep flying, don't give up, keep flying until you're exhausted!"

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

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

Geraldine flew above Allen, urging again and again.

Allen's heart was pounding like a big hammer.

Hearing Geraldine's words, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, trying to concentrate and look for the next halo.

Allen didn't know how many halos he had passed through, how many times he had dodged Bludgers, how many laps he had flown in this castle, let alone how long time had passed, all that remained in Allen's mind was Halos and Bludgers.

In the eyes of the young wizards onlookers, Allen is like a never-ending magic arrow, shuttles quickly through the air.

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

The leaf in Banks' mouth fell off, but he didn't know it, his muscles tensed, and he stared at Alan.

"Stop!" Geraldine looked at his watch and stopped Allen, "Harris, you can stop and rest!"

Hearing this, Allen's mind was relieved, and he quickly landed back to the training ground.

I didn't feel it when I was highly concentrated, but now, Allen felt that every muscle in his body was trembling, and there was no place that was not protesting the master's abuse.

Allen simply lay down on the grass, panting violently.

The team members in the distance immediately ran towards Allen.

Penello, who was in the stands, looked at Alan, who was exhausted in training, with moist eyes.

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

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

Geraldine landed beside Allen, and he simply lay on the ground, looking at Allen, "Are you okay?"

"Coach!" Allen panted, asking the question he cared about most.

"Coach, I'm sure—more than—500 auras in 30 minutes!" Allen tried his best to raise his head, supported the lawn with both hands, and looked at Geraldine expectantly.

"No," said Geraldine gravely.

The players around couldn't help but look at each other.

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

Allen panted heavily, feeling a little joyful in his heart: "I believe you, you bastard, you are a bad old man, am I acting in "Facing the Giants"?!"

"Look, Alan, you have broken the record." Geraldine looked into Alan's eyes sincerely.

"Your position, you're going to be the most influential player on the team. If you think we're going to make it, they're going to come out of the ex-seeker thing and think the same. Don't tell me you can't give me that." More than I just saw.

’ Geraldine pounded the grass hard with his fist.

"You just survived the attack of 4 Bludgers for an hour and passed through more than 1,200 auras. Merlin gave you the talent of Quidditch, don't waste it. Alan, I need you, can I trust you ?” Geraldine looked serious.

Strangely, Alan felt a little tired just now, and his muscles trembled slightly. At this moment, he suddenly felt a hot current rushing all over his body.

"Coach?" Banks said suddenly.

But Geraldine ignored it, still staring at Allen.

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

"Coach!" Banks said again.

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

"Coach, to be precise, the number of auras Allen passed through is 1263!" Banks said solemnly, not afraid of Geraldine's black face.

After a brief silence, everyone laughed.

"Banks, since you're so smart, why don't you hurry up and take care of your teammates?" Geraldine clapped her hands and stood up from the ground.

Banks shrugged, exchanged glances with the other team members, and hugged him.

The team members surrounded 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 from Allen's head.

Allen smiled and pushed George aside.

The team members suddenly became noisy.

"Good guy!"

"That ain't funny, man.

"Oh, that's fun!"

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

Penello, who ran down from the stands, hadn't rushed to Allen's side before he found his arm was held by a hand.

Penello turned her head and looked over in surprise—it was Luna Lovegood. She followed the crazy girl's eyes and saw the scene of the team members frolicking.

"Coach, how do you think this year's Ireland is compared to the previous one? Last time we lost to them." Banks, the captain, looked serious.

"Much better than us?" George pouted.

"You think we're starting to lose, George? Even with a Seeker as talented as Allen?"

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

"George!" Allen suddenly interrupted him.

All eyes were on Allen.

"I will do my best to catch the Golden Snitch, victory will definitely belong to us!" Allen said with great confidence.

Although Allen was dripping wet and looked extremely embarrassed, everyone couldn't help but believe his words, and their eyes became hot.

England coach Geraldine could not help nodding secretly.