The sober ones were the most embarrassed.
"I wonder who chose the sirens as their mascot. It's a little naughty," Hermione could not bear to look at the young wizards of Gryffindor making all kinds of strange gestures.
"Perhaps a little naughty, but it's impressive," Penello was very happy that there were not many young wizards in Ravenclaw who were confused, second only to Hufflepuff.
Fortunately, the sirens' singing didn't last long.
They landed on their respective stands, and the way they landed was actually very elegant and charming!
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Ireland Quidditch National Team!" Bargman shouted loudly. "The first to enter the field is Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And — and — and — Lin Qi! "
Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena. As long as you had a panoramic telescope and slowed down the movements of the team members, you would be able to clearly see the words "Fire Crossbow Arrow" printed on their flying brooms. You would also be able to see their names embroidered in silver thread on their backs.
"Now, please give a warm welcome to the England Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce everyone to — Gordon? Banks! "
Banks quickly flew up into the sky and waved to everyone. He was greeted with loud cheers.
"George? Cohen! "
The second red and white figure flew out with a whoosh.
George floated in the air, touching his big bald head and smiling foolishly, which attracted the laughter of the audience.
"Nate? Dean! Dixie? Lofthouse! Stanley? Finney! Tom? Matthews! Next up — Allen? Harris! "
A dazzling golden phoenix flew into the air from the entrance.
This attracted enthusiastic cheers from the audience.
"It's Allen!"
"Allen's Animagus is a phoenix!"
The little adepts shouted loudly, venting their excitement!
In the sky, the phoenix returned to its human form, and Allen fell straight to the ground.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button. It was frighteningly quiet.
At this moment, a shiny flaming crossbow bolt shot out from the entrance. Allen caught it with one hand in the air, and with a clean flip, he rode the flaming crossbow bolt straight into the sky.
In an instant, a wave of people surged in the audience. Allen won the warmest applause and cheers.
"Allen, Allen, Allen …"
The little Magus from Hogwarts shouted Allen's name over and over again, using all his strength to express the shock and pride in his heart!
"Being good at acrobatics doesn't mean that you can catch the Golden Snitch!"
Ron looked at Hermione, who was not far away and was so excited that her face was flushed red. She was clapping and shouting Allen's name as she 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 Krum, he should be better than Allen, who has just joined the national team not long ago. I don't think Allen can win, "Seamus analyzed seriously.
Not only the audience in the stands, but even the Ireland team hovering in the air was also discussing Allen.
"This Allen? Harris's technique is very good. Everyone, unite, work hard to score, defend well, entangle him, and create opportunities for Lynch. I believe that the final victory will belong to us. "
Troy, the captain of the Ireland team and also the ball chaser, encouraged everyone in a timely manner, and his team members nodded in tacit understanding.
"We also have to thank our referee today, Arthur Lawrence." "Arthur Lawrence!"
A strong and capable male wizard strode towards the field, a silver whistle hanging from his neck.
Arthur blew the whistle, and the game officially began.
"Ah, he-he-he-they're off!" Bargman screamed. "This is Dean! Matthews! Finney! Pass it to Dean! Tom? Finney … "
Most of the young wizards in Hogwarts had never seen such an exciting game in Quidditch.
The speed of the players was simply unbelievable — the ball chasers kept passing the ghost fly balls to the other players, so fast that Bargman only had time to call out their names.
The game was very intense from the beginning, and both sides were relentless in their pursuit of the ball.
The noise of the audience in the stadium shook Allen's eardrums, but compared to the excitement of the audience, Allen was very calm at this time.
He could feel the importance that the Irish team placed on him. Almost at all times, there was a batter watching his every move.
At the same time, he also saw the three Ireland ball chasers flying close together. Troy was in the middle, and a little in front were Mallett and Moran. The three of them closed in on the England's ball chaser, Tom.
"Eaglehead attack formation," Bargman roared.
England's batters, Nat and George, flew over quickly, and the two of them actually controlled the wandering balls, and hit them in a criss-cross direction towards the three Ireland ball chasers who were side by side.
Eaglehead's attack formation was broken.
"Well done!" Allen waved his fist fiercely.
Although moving forward side by side could effectively intercept Tom, it also meant that the area that could be attacked was doubled!
But the opponent's ball chaser, Troy, suddenly accelerated and flew out, and successfully intercepted the ghost fly ball in Tom's hands at lightning speed.
George? Cohen's smile froze on his face, and he quickly rushed up and hit the wandering ball fiercely towards Troy.
Troy completely ignored the aggressive wandering ball, and continued to drive the ghost fly ball towards England's goal.
Ireland's batter, Connolly, passed from the diagonal, and used the bat in his hand to hit the wandering ball fiercely, and hit it towards the England team members.
England's Quidditch team members quickly returned to defend.
England's ball chaser, Stanley, successfully blocked in front of Troy, eyeing covetously.
Troy immediately threw the ghost fly ball, and Mallett, who was hovering below, caught the ball —
"Ireland scores!" Bargman roared loudly, and the whole stadium was filled with cheers, which shook the stadium. "10: 0, Ireland is in the lead!"
After Mallett scored, he circled the field, and Seamus and Ron jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms non-stop.
The little dwarf monsters who were watching the game rose into the air again, and once again formed the huge shining three-leaf clover.
Allen thought that Ireland's ball chasers were superb. They cooperated seamlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if they could see through each other's minds.
The game became more intense and more brutal.
Although the England team members gave their all, the score gap between them and Ireland was still widening.
Allen tried his best to stay calm, and circled the field, searching for the golden snitch in the air, and so did Lynch.
At this moment, a golden light flashed in the corner of Allen's eyes — the golden snitch!
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