Hogwarts Everything is Three

Lynch is also concerned about Allen's situation.

He immediately flew in the direction of Allen, while Irish batsman Connolly followed.

Connolly's wandering ball flew through the air and went straight to Allen's head.

Allen drifted delicately, avoiding the ill-intentioned wandering ball.

Connolly's batting skills are very good, he keeps chasing.

At this time, Lynch also caught up.

However, to Allen's surprise, he didn't go after the Golden Snitch, but blocked Allen's castration.

Allen was forced to slow down.

In such a short moment, the Golden Snitch disappeared without a trace again.

"England scores!" Bagman shouted just as England fans sighed.

Although the fans are still very sorry, it is a little bit comforting.

Allen restricted the attention of the batsman, which helped other teammates successfully break through and score.

The game became stalemate, and whenever Allen spotted the Golden Snitch, the opposing batsman would always fly over and stop with Lynch.

Allen knew it, and it seemed that they wanted to win by scoring goals, rather than expecting to catch the Golden Snitch.

Indeed, Allen’s excellent flying skills and the frequency of discovering the Golden Snitch made the Irish players secretly startled.

They desperately pursued Guifei Ball, wanting to win with a big score.

However, whenever Allen spotted the Golden Snitch, they had to go forward and chase, and the England team got another chance to score.

The score gap between the two sides is sometimes large and sometimes small, like waves, ups and downs.

Therefore, it can only be an idea for the Irish team to pull the score gap to more than one hundred and sixty points.

The two sides of the game were fighting fiercely. Everyone worked hard to come and go.

Currently, the Irish team leads England by ninety points.

"It's about to break a hundred!" Troy of the Irish team looked at his sweaty teammates, secretly calculating.

Gradually, his eyes became firm.

He took the ghost ball, no longer dodge, broke out the fastest since the game, went straight to the goal of the England team.

England's batsmen George and Nutt used their strength to hit the walker at Troy and tried to stop him.

"Troy--oh my goodness!" Bagman yelled in horror with a loud, loud voice.

It is not so much that George's strenuous blow really hit Troy, it is more that Troy, with an unrelenting, heroic momentum, struggling to swing the bat, and hit the ghost fly ball at an extremely tricky angle.

He secretly decided to fight for some minor injuries and win the morale booster for Ireland.

"Good goal—Goooooool—in!" Bagman yelled hoarsely.

"Oh my God, he is about to fall to the ground!" Bagman exclaimed.

Tens of thousands of wizards held their breath and stared at Troy's figure.

Cohen's blow was extremely powerful and hit the back of Troy's head, knocking the dizzy Troy off the broom, his head down, and he fell diagonally downward.

At the last moment of landing, Troy successfully reversed his posture, protected his head, and fell heavily to the ground.

The bang can be heard throughout the stadium.

The audience stood up from their seats one after another, and there was a lament from the seats of the Irish audience.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman shouted, and the well-trained field therapist rushed to the arena to check Troy's injury!

Cohen touched his big bald head and looked at Troy's right leg in horror, which was curled up in a weird twisted position.

He had no idea that Troy would risk being hit and win those points!

"He's okay, he will be cured!" Allen flew to Cohen's side, comforting.

"I know. I've experienced a lot of this kind of things. Even if I knew the consequences, I would still play the ball." Cohen looked at Allen and said sincerely.

Troy is indeed not life-threatening, but his right leg was identified by the therapist as a torn patellar tendon and a comminuted fracture. Even if it is not too much trouble for the wizard, at least this game , He cannot continue to participate.

The stretcher was ready, and two white-robed therapists carried Troy onto the stretcher.

Tiehan Troy, 31, did not expect his career to end in such a way.

His family has long been dissatisfied with his desperate efforts, and has repeatedly urged him to quit his job and go home to inherit the family business.

Although the injury only hurt the leg this time, the family will definitely not allow him to risk these potentially fatal risks on the court regardless of the responsibility of the heir. I am afraid he really wants to play with his beloved Quidditch. Say goodbye.

"I have experienced a lot of things worse than this, but just thinking that my Quidditch career will end in such a way is disappointing."

Tiehan Troy can't tolerate being carried out in his last game-absolutely not!

So, he struggled to get up and insisted on getting out of the court by himself.

"If this is the last time I get out of the court, then I must not let the stretcher go out, and I must climb out by myself." Troy said sincerely to the coach who rushed to him.

The head coach of the Irish team, a lean little wizard, with red eyes, nodded in agreement, and supported him.

A young female therapist quickly stopped, "Troy, you can't—"

But the older male therapist next to her reached out and stopped her.

"Okay, I will help you out." The male therapist said solemnly.

As a therapist, he shouldn't allow patients to make behaviors that might aggravate the injury~www.NovelMTL.com~ But after hearing the conversation between Troy and the coach, he understood that it was probably the Quidditch star in front of him. The last game.

As a man, he couldn't help being infected by Troy's perseverance and Troy's strength. He was willing to help the iron man in front of him, respect his choice and maintain his dignity.

The head coach and the male therapist left the game with Troy on their left and right.

Suddenly, Troy stopped and looked back at his teammates.

His teammates, with worry in their eyes, looked at him as if they had lost their souls.

Troy suddenly gave an encouraging smile. He retracted his right arm held by the coach and punched his left chest hard.

The Irish players stared at him and slammed their left chest solemnly.

"Ah, it's touching!" Bagman suddenly exclaimed, and the fans in the audience were inexplicable.

"There was news from the scene that this will be Troy's last game! I didn't expect it to end like this." Bagman explained.

"Troy, please continue to hold your head high. You have made more than expected contributions to the fans and to Ireland. You should be proud of yourself. You put in 150 hard work in every game. Do you know? Life after retirement In fact, it's not that bad. It's good to eat and drink without restriction every day." Bagman couldn't help but patted his belly, comforting.

Hearing Bagman's words, there was laughter at first, and then uproarious.

When Troy was helped by the coach and therapist to the sidelines, almost all the audience stood up, applauded him warmly, and paid tribute to the iron man.

The English players in the air also applauded this respectable opponent to show their respect.