Even though the Irish team was missing a core player and a key player, their attack was even more ferocious, like a wounded wolf.
After another five minutes of intense play, the Irish team scored three more goals in a row. The substitute bat-chaser Zidane's attack was very ferocious. He was also a fresh force, which made the Irish team full of momentum.
The Irish fans cheered wildly. They were already leading by 130 points, victory was in sight!
The ferocity and intensity of the game was something they had never seen before.
The batters from both sides were relentless, especially Cohen and Connolly, who were almost crazily waving their bats and attacking the opposing players from various angles.
Suddenly, Cohen rushed straight to Molan who was holding the ghost fly ball and successfully blocked her path. The ghost fly ball was successfully stolen by the England bat-chaser Tom.
Molan looked at Cohen resentfully, but Cohen did not care and pointed the back of his head at her and hurriedly flew away to escort Tom.
He did not bump into her, did he?
Tom successfully grasped the opportunity. He did not care about the wandering ball at all. With Cohen around, he did not have to worry about it.
All he had to do was to attack — attack —
Tom successfully broke through the Irish team's encirclement and hit the ball with all his might. The ball went in!
The England supporters cheered enthusiastically, and the stands became a sea of roses.
The successful score gave the England team new confidence, but it also stimulated the Irish team's ferocity.
When the referee blew the whistle again, the Irish team's bat-chasers quickly organized an attack. Their skills were superb, which Allen had never seen before.
With a swift and violent attack, the Irish team scored another goal in less than a minute, pulling the gap to 130 points again.
The Irish spectators were all on their feet, cheering and jumping, forming a huge green wave.
At this moment, Allen suddenly leaped into the air. In the eyes of the audience, he almost became a shadow, flying through the air quickly.
The Irish batsmen chased as if they had gone mad.
Two Wandering Balls whooshed through the air as they flew over.
Allen nimbly dodged and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Golden Snitch.
He was only an arm's distance away!
Quigley, the Ireland team's batter, used all his strength to hit a flying ball at Allen, trying to stop Allen.
There was no time to dodge. Allen narrowed his eyes and did not dodge at all. He was hit head-on by the wandering ball.
Deafening complaints came from the auditorium.
The corner of Allen's eyebrow seemed to have been damaged, and blood was flowing everywhere. But at the same time, he raised his right hand high.
The Golden Snitch flapped its wings slightly and struggled helplessly in his palm.
"He caught it! Allen caught it! The match is over! We've won!" Cohen shouted.
Although the Ireland team was leading by a considerable margin during the course of the game, the moment Allen caught the golden snitch, the victory belonged to the England team.
The audience did not seem to have realized what was going on.
Then, slowly, like a giant jet accelerating, the discussion of the England team's supporters became louder and louder, and finally erupted into countless shouts of joy.
"The England team won!" Bargman shouted, "Allen? Harris, the youngest player in the history of Quidditch World Cup, caught the Golden Snitch! "
Hermione raised her hands high, completely disregarding her ladylike outfit today, and jumped up and down to cheer.
"Allen is amazing!" Penello also cheered loudly.
"The Ireland team's batters are too ruthless … Allen didn't think about his own safety at all …" Penello was a little worried when he thought of the wandering ball on Allen's face.
"Penello, after taking the attribute magic potion, I don't think the wandering ball can really hurt Allen." Hermione heard Penello's words and analyzed seriously.
"For victory!" Rose petals fell from Luna's head, and she also showed a happy smile.
England's mascot, the sirens, flew around the stadium ecstatically. Roses were waved everywhere in the stadium, and the England national anthem sounded from all directions.
When the team members rode on brooms and circled the field, it rained roses from the sky. The supporters took the roses off their bodies and threw them at them.
When they left the field, the audience applauded and cheered to show their appreciation.
When Allen's figure disappeared from the field, Luna was the first to stand up, and the roses on her head fell to the ground in a mess.
"Actually, I'm quite envious of her." Penello said faintly.
"Why?" Hermione looked at Penello in confusion.
"Allen caught the flowers she threw!"
Hermione nodded again and again, expressing her deep agreement.
Penello and Hermione only had one flower. Like most of the little witches, they were immersed in the joy of winning and did not have time to throw it.
Luna, who was more sober than the others, casually threw a bunch of roses into the air. Penello watched as Allen caught one of them and offered a smile.
Seeing Luna's action, the other little witches followed and threw flowers at Allen.
However, Allen just smiled and did not catch anyone's flowers. The little witches had to target the other players.
Seeing this, Penello and Hermione also gave up the idea of throwing flowers.
"But, her outfit today … she's so crazy …" Hermione did not know how to describe it for a moment. It was difficult for her to be like Luna and not care about other people's opinions and comments.
"She may be smarter than all of us." Penello looked thoughtfully at Luna who gathered the roses in her hand into a bouquet.
Hermione felt that the girls in Ravenclaw were sometimes really inexplicable, such as the one who played with flowers and the one in front of her.
"Her outfit is from the sixteenth century. In 1541, the King of England became the King of Ireland, representing England's victory over Ireland. In today's game, England was crowned king again." Penello saw through Hermione's thoughts and explained.
"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Luna lifted her skirt and stared calmly at Penello with her big, light silver eyes.
The two looked at each other for a long time before Luna walked away as if she was attending a ball.
"Ah, I remember now. When Luna was looking for clues about the magical creatures, she once asked me to borrow my history book from Muggle School. She knows about this history. I actually only thought of it now! "Hermione was a little annoyed at herself for being slow to realize.
Penello did not say a word. She looked at Luna's back as she walked away. She keenly noticed that this was the first time that Luna did not look absent-minded when communicating with her.
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