The aerial standoff continued.
Malfoy stared cruelly at the three people opposite him, the day's events replaying in his mind, a surge of old and new hatred welling up.
Crabbe and Goyle's sturdy bodies gave him a great sense of security, and he felt a thrill of impending revenge.
He felt his body tremble slightly with excitement, and the sensation was incredibly sweet.
Although Allen had recovered, he still felt unwell.
Without solid muscle to cushion the impact, he felt the shock had not yet subsided, and his bones still ached faintly.
He tasted a metallic tang in his mouth, slightly sweet upon closer inspection.
Allen knew he was bleeding somewhere in his mouth but didn't want Harry and Ron to find out, so he just swallowed hard.
"Get down here!" Hermione shouted anxiously from the ground.
"Madam Hooch said not to move around, you're going to get us into trouble!"
But these words did not affect the six boys in the sky in the slightest.
Although Ron was a little unsure of himself, he still didn't want to back down in such a situation.
Their gazes intertwined in the air, as if sparks were about to fly.
"Give it back now!" Harry shouted again.
"Don't think Crabbe and Goyle can protect you!"
Malfoy and his two companions seemed to have sensed Allen's weakness and Ron's lack of confidence, so they paid even less attention to Harry's words, their arrogance growing even more rampant.
Malfoy licked his lips, haughtily and contemptuously flicking his middle finger at the trio.
"Come on! Don't just talk big!"
Harry looked back at Allen and Ron, their gazes intertwining.
Ron and Allen gave Harry a resolute look.
Allen had never wanted to do something so firmly as he did now.
Perhaps his thoughts had cleared after Dumbledore's guidance today; perhaps the feeling of flying freely in the air had dispelled the shadows in his heart; perhaps he had been suppressed for too long.
Allen was now free of distractions and incredibly calm.
He knew that he had to suppress Malfoy's arrogance this time, otherwise Malfoy would establish a psychological advantage over him, and he would never be able to hold his head high at Hogwarts again.
"Don't worry about me, Harry, you fly the best, you go on the offensive against Malfoy.
This kid acts arrogant, but deep down he's a bully who picks on the weak.
If you can genuinely threaten him a few times, he'll back down!
Ron and I will be your wingmen! We'll help you draw away Crabbe and Goyle." Allen quietly laid out the battle plan for Harry and Ron.
Ron looked bewildered, "What's a wingman?"
"It means assisting Harry," Allen explained helplessly, then remembered some aerial combat documentaries he had seen before, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, he blurted it all out:
"We don't have a physical advantage, but we're much more agile than them.
Be sure to maintain altitude, dive and attack.
If the attack fails, disengage quickly, gain altitude, and look for another opportunity.
If the attack is successful, stick to their tail and maintain continuous output!
If you get tailed, be sure to perform large-scale maneuvers to shake them off!"
The two of them looked utterly bewildered by this speech, and although they understood the meaning, it just sounded so strange.
They quickly nodded in agreement, indicating that they had grasped Allen's insightful instructions.
At this moment, Crabbe and Goyle charged towards the trio with sneers.
The collision in the air just now had made them realize their physical advantage, giving them a strong belief in their inevitable victory.
"You'll be responsible for Goyle later!" Allen finally instructed Ron.
Then the three of them simultaneously pulled up on their broomsticks and began to gain altitude.
Meanwhile, Crabbe and Goyle foolishly followed them, but because their initial altitude was lower than Allen's, and their bodies were heavy, they were increasingly left behind.
Allen and his two friends finally circled and climbed to a sufficient height, probably as high as the Gryffindor tower, while Malfoy was still at the same height as a large tree, directing his two cronies to chase the trio, and loudly mocking their cowardice and evasion of battle.
At this moment, Allen looked around and saw the magnificent Hogwarts Castle; he saw the shimmering Black Lake; he saw the curling smoke from Hogsmeade Village; in the distance were verdant mountains, dense forests, and the infinitely beautiful sunset...
Allen squinted his eyes, bathed in the sunset.
At this moment, he felt an immense openness in his chest.
He felt his heart powerfully pumping blood throughout his body, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering.
He locked onto Malfoy's position below and shouted:
"Ace pilot requesting permission to engage!"
Then he led the way, diving down like an arrow, with Harry and Ron following close behind.
Malfoy finally realized the trio's objective, but it was too late.
He had no altitude or speed now, so he could only watch as the trio rapidly approached him, while trying his best to evade.
Malfoy's evasive maneuvers were effective; none of the Harry trio collided with Malfoy.
However, the trio's objective was not to collide with him—at such high speed, a collision would cripple both parties!
Their goal was to quickly approach Malfoy and then create a local situation of multiple attackers against one.
This strategy succeeded.
The trio immediately opened up a distance from Crabbe and Goyle, approaching Malfoy with lightning speed.
Now, they had enough time to relentlessly attack Malfoy.
Harry and Ron, due to inertia, both overshot Malfoy.
But Allen, in a flash of inspiration, deployed his wings early to slow down, and the wind stirred up by his wings made Malfoy lose control of his broom.
Allen took the opportunity to turn his broom, tightly latching onto Malfoy's tail and grabbing his robes, preventing him from accelerating away.
At this moment, Harry and Ron also turned their brooms and caught up with Malfoy.
Ron flew above Malfoy to prevent him from gaining altitude and escaping, while Harry and Allen flanked Malfoy from either side, then each freed a hand to continuously pummel Malfoy with their fists, making him cry out.
Allen listened closely and found that the most frequent cry was "My father."
Good times are always so short.
Crabbe and Goyle quickly approached the battle, and the trio had no choice but to let Malfoy go, gaining altitude again to look for the next attack opportunity.
The young wizards on the ground continuously shrieked, everyone stunned by the spectacular aerial duel, only Hermione was anxiously shouting, and Allen noticed her voice was hoarse.
But then Malfoy learned his lesson and didn't let his two cronies stray too far from him.
Harry's trio circled around, but never found a good opportunity to attack.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Finally, it was Malfoy who couldn't take it anymore.
The arrogance and belligerence in his eyes disappeared, leaving only weakness and grievance.
He raised the Remembrall high in his hand.
"Here, see if you can catch it!" he yelled, throwing the glass orb high into the air.
"That's enough for today! I'm letting you off!" Then he quickly descended to the ground.
Harry saw the glass orb ascend into the sky as if in slow motion, then begin to fall.
He leaned forward, pointing his broomstick downwards—in the blink of an eye, he accelerated into a dive, chasing the glass orb—the wind howled in his ears, mixed with the screams of the spectators below, and he reached out his hand, catching the glass orb a foot from the ground.
He straightened the broom handle just in time, then gently fell onto the grass, the Remembrall held firmly in his palm.
Harry excitedly raised the Remembrall in his hand, turning to show his friends his victory, but instead heard a terrified scream from the young wizards.
He looked up towards the sunset and saw a young boy with enormous white wings riding a broomstick towards the setting sun.
The broom's tail seemed incomplete, constantly shedding twigs…
And the broom seemed to be out of the boy's control, accelerating towards the sunset.
The boy desperately spread his wings to slow down, but it was to no avail.
Everyone watched as the boy flew higher and higher, further and further, watching him become a tiny black dot, disappearing into the lingering glow of the sunset, like a large bird chasing the sun melting into the twilight.
The following sight made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.
That black dot fell from the sunset, falling continuously… and with it fell the disintegrating broom…
Everyone clearly saw the boy struggling to flap his wings and maintain balance;
Everyone hoped for a miracle!
But everything was so cruel.
The cold wind at high altitude continuously battered the boy's body, making him tumble in the air.
The golden sunset shone on the boy's pure white wings, casting a tragic hue upon him…
The boy still couldn't maintain balance!
Everyone could feel the boy's desperate will to survive, but he was still falling faster and faster…
Many young wizards couldn't bear to watch anymore and painfully closed their eyes.
Until the very end, no miracle occurred, and the black dot simply fell into the Forbidden Forest in the distance…
Disappearing from everyone's sight…
"Bang!" The Remembrall fell from Harry's hand onto the grass.
Harry's heart fell with it…