Chapter 323: Victory or defeat
Although the Irish team lacked a core strength and a soul, their offense was more fierce, like an injured wild wolf.
After five minutes of intense tension, the Irish team scored three goals in a row. The attacker Zidane, who came up from the bench, was very aggressive, and he was a fresh force, which made Ireland full of momentum.
Irish fans cheered wildly. Already one hundred and thirty points ahead, victory is in sight!
The fierceness of the game now is something they have never seen before.
The batsmen of both sides showed no mercy: Especially Cohen and Connolly, who were almost crazy and brandished bats and attacked each other's players from various angles.
Suddenly, Cohen ran straight to Moran holding the ghost ball, successfully blocking her castration, and the ghost ball was successfully robbed by England's chaser Tom.
Moran looked at Cohen angrily, but Cohen carelessly pointed the back of her head at her, flew away in a hurry, and escorted Tom.
He didn't hit her, did he?
Tom succeeded in seizing the opportunity. He didn't care about the flying ball coming over. Cohen was there, so he didn't need to worry.
All he has to do is offense-offense-
Tom successfully broke through the siege of the Irish team, struggling hard, and scored!
The supporters of the England team cheered warmly, and the sea of roses rose on the audience.
The successful scoring this time gave the England team new confidence, but it also inspired the fierceness of the Irish team.
When the referee blew the whistle again, the Irish team's chasers quickly organized the offensive. Their skills and cooperation were superb, which Allen had never seen on other teams.
With a quick offensive, less than a minute later, Zidane, the new Irish team, hit Tom with a bald headed helmet and scored another goal, pulling the score gap to 130 again. very.
The Irish audience all stood up, cheering and jumping, forming a huge green wave.
At this moment, Allen suddenly jumped into the air, and in the eyes of the audience, he almost became a phantom, passing quickly in the air.
Irish batters went crazy, chasing desperately.
Two roaming **** clamoured and came through.
Allen flashed deftly, and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Golden Snitch.
Just one arm away!
Irish batsman Quigley used the power of breastfeeding to hit a flying ball to Allen, trying to stop Allen.
Without time to dodge, Allen narrowed his eyes, did not dodge at all, and was hit head-on by the swimming ball.
Deafening complaints came from the auditorium.
Allen's eyebrows seemed to be smashed, and blood was everywhere, but at the same time, he raised his right hand high.
The golden thief flapped his wings slightly, struggling weakly in his palm.
"He caught--Allen caught--the game was over--we won!" Cohen exclaimed.
Although the Irish team led with a considerable advantage in the course of the game, when Allen caught the golden snitch, the victory belonged to England.
The audience does not seem to realize what is going on.
Then, slowly, as if a giant jet was accelerating, the support of the England supporters became louder and louder, and finally a burst of joyful shouts broke out.
"The England team won!" Bagman shouted, "Alan Harris, the smallest player in the Quidditch World Cup ever, has caught the Golden Snitch!"
Hermione raised her hands high, ignoring her dress today, and jumped up and down to applaud.
"Allen is awesome! However, the Irish hitter is too ruthless ... Allen didn't consider his safety at all ..." Penello also cheered loudly, but thought of Allen's face She was a little worried about the ball on the walk.
"Penello, after taking the attribute potion, I don't think the walking ball can really hurt Allen." Hermione heard Penello's words, calmed herself down, and analyzed it seriously.
Pieces of rose petals flung off Luna's head, and she also put away the distracted look she had seen before watching the game, showing a pleasant smile.
The mascots of England, the Siren Banshees ecstatically wore around the stadium, rose flowers were waving everywhere in the stadium, and the English national anthem sounded from all directions.
When the team members rode their brooms and circled the field for a week, the sky began to rain rose flowers, and the supporters picked the rose flowers off and threw them at them.
When they evacuated the stadium, the audience applauded and cheered, expressing their appreciation.
When Allen's figure disappeared on the field, Luna took the lead to stand up, and the rose on her head fell to the ground.
"Actually, I'm jealous of her." Penello said quietly.
"Why?" Hermione looked at Penello suspiciously.
"Allen received the flowers she threw!"
Hermione nodded again and again, deeply in agreement.
Penello and Hermione have only one flower, and like most little witches, they are immersed in the joy of winning and have no time to throw it.
Luna, who is more awake than others, casually threw a bunch of rose flowers into the air, and Penello watched Allen catch one of them with a smiley face.
Seeing Luna ’s move, the other little witches followed suit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and threw flowers to Allen.
However, Allen responded with a smile, but no one answered the flowers. The other little witches had no choice but to target other players.
Upon seeing this, Penello and Hermione also gave up the plan to throw.
"However, she's dressed today ... she's so crazy ..." Hermione didn't know how to describe it for a moment. It was difficult for herself to be like Luna who didn't care about other people's eyes and evaluations.
"She may be smarter than all of us." Penello looked thoughtfully at Luna turning the remaining rose flowers into a bouquet magically.
Hermione feels that these Ravenclaws are sometimes really inexplicable, such as the one who plays with flowers, and for example, this one often does and says something inexplicable to her.
"The dress she wore was from the sixteenth century. From 1541, the king became king of Ireland, representing England's victory over Ireland. Today, England is king again." Penello saw Hermione's thoughts, deflated Narrow mouth explained.
"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Luna lifted her skirt and stared at the large pale silver eyes, looking at Penello calmly.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Luna walked away like a ball.
"Ah, I remembered. When looking for clues about magical creatures, Luna once asked me to borrow my history book at Muggle School. She knew this history. I just thought of it!" Hindsight.
Penello didn't say anything. She looked at Luna's back, and keenly discovered that this was the first time she communicated with Luna. She didn't show a trance.
No, now it seems, it should be said-for the first time she was not perfunctory.
