Chapter 323

Although the Irish team lacked a core force and a soul, their offense became more ferocious, like a wounded wolf.

After another five tense minutes, Ireland scored three more goals in succession. The Chaser Zidane, who came off the bench, has a very fierce attack and is a new force, which makes Ireland full of momentum.

Irish fans cheered wildly. Already leading by 130 points, victory is in sight!

The ferocity and intensity of the competition is now unprecedented for them.

The hitters on both sides were relentless: especially Cohen and Connolly, who swung their bats like crazy, attacking opposing players from all angles.

Suddenly, Cohen rushed straight to Moran holding the Quaffle, successfully blocked her castration, and the Quaffle was successfully snatched by England's Chaser Tom.

Moran looked at Cohen resentfully, but Cohen pointed the back of his bare head at her indifferently, and flew away in a hurry to escort Tom.

He didn't bump into her, did he?

Tom took advantage of this opportunity successfully. He didn't care about the Bludger flying by. With Cohen, he didn't have to worry about it.

All he had to do was attack—attack—

Tom successfully broke through the siege of the Irish team, hit hard, and the ball went in!

The supporters of the England team cheered enthusiastically, and the audience became a sea of ​​roses.

This successful scoring gave the England team new confidence, but it also inspired the ferocity of the Irish team.

When the referee blew his whistle again, Ireland's Chasers quickly assembled with a level of skill and coordination that Allen had never seen on any other team.

Relying on a swift attack, in less than a minute, Zidane, the new Irish player, knocked England's Tom away with his bald head in a helmet, and scored another goal, pulling the score gap to one hundred and thirty again. very.

The Irish audience was all on their feet, cheering and jumping, forming a huge green wave.

At this moment, Allen suddenly jumped into the sky, and in the eyes of the audience, he almost became a phantom, passing quickly in the air.

The Irish batsmen were running like mad, chasing desperately.

Two Bludgers roared and came through the air.

Allen flashed deftly, and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Golden Snitch.

It's just an arm's length away!

Ireland's batsman Quigley tried his best to stop Allen by hitting an incoming Bludger at him.

There was no time to dodge, Allen squinted his eyes halfway, and without dodging at all, he was hit head-on by the Bludger.

There was a deafening murmur from the audience.

The corner of Alan's eyebrows seemed to be bruised, and blood flowed everywhere, but at the same time, he raised his right hand high.

The Golden Snitch flapped its wings slightly, struggling feebly in his palm.

"He caught—Alan caught—game over—we won!" Cohen yelled.

Although the Irish team led by a considerable advantage during the game, when Allen caught the Snitch, the victory belonged to England.

Viewers don't seem to realize what's going on.

Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet speeding up, the chatter from the England supporters grew louder, culminating in a thousand yells of joy.

"England won!" cried Bagman. "Alan Harris, the smallest Quidditch World Cup player ever, caught the Snitch!"

Hermione raised her hands high, completely disregarding her ladylike attire today, jumping up and down to clap and cheer.

"Alan is really great! However, the hitters of the Irish team are too ruthless... Alan didn't consider his own safety at all..." Penello also cheered loudly, but thought of Alan's face She was a little worried about the Bludger shot.

"Penello, after taking the attribute potion, I don't think the Bludger can really hurt Allen.

"Hermione heard Penello's words, calmed herself down, and analyzed solemnly.

Pieces of rose petals fell from Luna's head, and she also put away her distracted look when watching the game before, showing a happy smile.

England's mascot, the Siren Banshees, ecstatically crossed the field, roses were waving everywhere in the stadium, and the national anthem of England sounded from all directions.

When the team members rode brooms and circled the field for a circle, the sky began to rain roses, and the supporters picked off the roses on their bodies and threw them at them.

The crowd applauded and applauded them as they exited the pitch.

When Allen's figure disappeared on the field, Luna stood up first, and the roses on her head fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Actually, I'm jealous of her." Penello said quietly.

"Why?" Hermione looked at Penello suspiciously.

"Ellen got the flowers she threw!"

Hermione nodded her head in agreement.

Penello and Hermione only had one flower, and like most little witches, they were so immersed in the joy of winning that they didn't even have time to throw it out.

And Luna, who was more awake than others, threw a bunch of roses into the air casually, and Penello watched Alan catch one of them and gave him a smiling face.

Seeing Luna's actions, the other little witches followed suit and threw flowers to Ellen.

However, Allen just responded with a smile, but no one took the flowers again. The other little witches had no choice but to target other players.

Seeing this, Penello and Hermione also gave up their plans to throw.

"However, her outfit today... she's so crazy..." Hermione didn't know how to describe it for a moment, it was very difficult for her to be like Luna who didn't care about other people's eyes and evaluations.

"She may be smarter than all of us." Penello watched thoughtfully as Luna magically assembled the remaining roses into a bouquet.

Hermione felt that these Ravenclaws were sometimes really inexplicable, such as the one who played with flowers, and the one in front of her often did and said things that seemed inexplicable to her.

"The dress on her is from the sixteenth century. Since 1541, the King of England became the King of Ireland, representing England's victory over Ireland. Today, England is king again." Penello saw Hermione's thoughts, deflated Puzzled explained.

"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings." Luna lifted her skirt, stared at her big light silver eyes, and looked at Penello calmly.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Luna walked away with a step like going to a dance.

"Ah, I remembered. When Luna was looking for clues to magical creatures, she once asked me to borrow my history book from Muggle school. She knew this history. I didn't think of it!" Hermione was a little annoyed to herself hindsight.

Penello didn't say a word. She looked at Luna's back, and keenly noticed that this was the first time she communicated with Luna, and she didn't show a dazed expression.

No, now it seems that it should be said that it was the first time that she was not perfunctory.