Chapter 321 Battle Against Ireland

Sober people are the most embarrassing.

"I don't know who chose the siren banshee as the mascot, it's really bad." Hermione couldn't bear to look straight at the strange gestures of the little wizards of Gryffindor.

"Maybe a bit naughty, but Gryffindor's performance is really impressive." Penello was very happy that there were not many bewitched little wizards in Ravenclaw, second only to Hufflepuff.

Hermione was a little angry but had no way to refute, so she could only ignore Penello's ridicule.

Fortunately, the singing of the siren banshees did not last long.

They landed on the stands that belonged to them, and the posture of falling made people feel elegant and charming!

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a very warm welcome to the Irish Quidditch National Team!" cried Bagman loudly, "and here comes -- Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallette! Moran! Quigley! And-and-and-Lynch!"

Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena. As long as you have a panoramic binoculars and slow down the players' movements, you can clearly see "Firebolt" printed on their broomsticks, and you can also see the "Firebolt" on their backs. Their names are embroidered with silver thread.

"Now, please welcome - the England Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce - Gordon Banks!"

Banks quickly flew into the sky, waved to everyone, he won a loud applause.

"George Cohen!"

A second red and white figure flew out with a whoosh.

George was suspended in mid-air, stroking his big bald head, and smiling foolishly, which drew laughter from the audience.

"Nat Dean! Dixie Lofthouse! Stanley Finney! Tom Matthews! Next up - Alan Harris!"

A golden phoenix flew from the entrance to the high sky of the arena.

This drew warm cheers from the audience.

"It's Allen!"

"Alan's Animagus is a Phoenix!"

The little wizards shouted loudly, venting their excitement!

In the sky, the phoenix regained its human form, and Allen fell straight to the ground.

The audience sucked in a breath of air-conditioning neatly, as if the pause button had been pressed, and it was eerily quiet.

At this moment, a shiny Firebolt shot quickly from the entrance in response to the call of the Flying Curse. Allen grabbed it with one hand in the air, turned over neatly, and rode the Firebolt straight into the sky.

In an instant, there was a wave of people in the audience, and Allen won the warmest applause and cheers.

"Alan, Alan, Alan..."

The little wizard at Hogwarts yelled Alan's name over and over again, trying his best to vent the shock and pride in his heart!

"Being good at acrobatics doesn't mean you can catch the Golden Snitch!"

Ron's eyes looked at Hermione, who was blushing with excitement not far away, screaming Allen's name while clapping, and muttered.

"Ireland's defense and offense can be said to be the best in the world. Even if Lynch's level is not as good as Klum, he should be better than Allen who just joined the national team. I don't think Allen and the others can win." Seamus Analyzing seriously.

Not only the audience in the stands, but even the Irish team hovering high in the sky were discussing Allen.

"This Alan Harris has very good skills. Everyone is united, trying to score, defend well, entangle him, and create opportunities for Lynch. I believe that the final victory must belong to us."

The captain of the Irish team and also the Chaser - Troy encouraged everyone in time, and his players nodded tacitly.

"Thanks also to our referee today, Arthur Laws!"

A lean and capable wizard strode to the arena, a silver whistle dangling from his neck around his neck.

Arthur blew his whistle and the game officially started.

"Ah, he-he-he-they're off!" Bagman screamed. "It's Dean! Matthews! Finney! Dean again! Tom Finney..."

Most of the young wizards at Hogwarts have never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match.

The speed of the players was unbelievable - the Chaser kept passing the Quaffle to the rest of the team so fast that Bagman only had time to call out their names.

The game was very intense at the beginning, and the two sides fought mercilessly.

The noise of the audience shook Alan's eardrums, but compared to the excitement of the audience, Alan was very calm at this time.

He felt that the Irish team valued him, and there was a batsman watching him almost every moment.

At the same time he saw three Irish Chasers galloping close together, Troy in the middle, and a little ahead of Mallette and Moran, all three heading towards Tom, the English Chaser.

"Eagle head attack formation." Bagman roared.

England's batsmen Nat and George came flying fast, and the two actually took control of the Bludgers and criss-crossed them to the three Irish Chasers abreast of each other.

The eagle head offensive formation was broken.

"Nice job!" Allen shook his fist violently.

Walking side by side can effectively intercept Tom, but it also means that the area that can be attacked has doubled!

But Troy, the opponent's Chaser, sped up and flew out, successfully intercepting the Quaffle in Tom's hand with lightning speed.

George Cohen's smile froze on his face. He hurried to catch up and hit the Bludger hard towards Troy.

Troy ignored the menacing Bludger and continued to fly the Quaffle towards England's goal.

Connolly, the Irish batsman, came down the dip and hit the incoming Bludger hard with his bat, sending it towards the England players.

The English Quidditch players quickly returned to the defense.

England's Chaser Stanley managed to get in front of Troy and stare at him.

Troy immediately threw the Quaffle, and Marlette, hovering below, caught it—

"Ireland scored!" Bagman shouted loudly, and the crowd cheered and applauded, shaking the stadium. "10-0, the Irish team leads!"

Seamus and Ron danced up and down excitedly, waving their arms as they circled the field after Mallett's goal.

The leprechauns who were watching the game all rose into the air again, forming the huge glittering shamrock again.

Allen thinks Ireland's Chasers are superb. They cooperated seamlessly and their movements were very coordinated, as if they could see through each other's mind.

The competition has become more intense and more brutal.

Although England's players tried their best, the gap between them and Ireland was still widening.

Allen tried his best to remain calm, circling around the arena, searching the air for traces of the Golden Snitch, and so was Lynch.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the corner of Allen's eyes——Golden Snitch!

Allen quickly flew in the direction of the Golden Snitch, and the audience in the arena obviously noticed this, and there was a neat and loud cheering sound from the entire arena.