All things are three at Hogwarts

Sober people are the most embarrassed.

"I don't know who chose the Siren Banshee as the mascot. It's really bad." Hermione couldn't bear to look at the strange gestures made by the Gryffindor wizards.

"Maybe a little naughty, but impressive." Penello was very happy that there were not many little wizards in Ravenclaw who were bewitched, second only to Hufflepuff.

Fortunately, the sirens' singing did not last long.

They landed on their own stand, and the way they fell made people feel elegant and charming!

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran! Quigley! There’s also Lin Qi!”

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the field. As long as you have a panoramic telescope and slow down the movements of the players, you can see clearly that "Firebolt" is printed on their broomsticks, and you can also see that they have "Firebolt" printed on their backs. Their names are embroidered with silver thread.

"Now, please welcome the England Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce you to Gordon Banks!"

Banks quickly flew into the sky and waved to everyone, and he received loud cheers.

"George Cohen!"

The second red and white figure flew out in a swish.

George was suspended in mid-air, stroking his bald head and smiling silly, causing the whole audience to burst into laughter.

"Nat Dean! Dixie Lofthouse! Stanley Finney! Tom Matthews! Next up is Alan Harris!"

A golden phoenix flew gracefully from the entrance to the sky above the arena.

This drew loud cheers from the audience.

"It's Alan!"

"Eren's animagus is a phoenix!"

The little wizards shouted loudly, venting their excitement!

High in the sky, the Phoenix returned to its human form, and Allen fell straight to the ground.

The whole audience gasped in unison, as if the pause button had been pressed, and it was eerily quiet.

At this moment, a shining Firebolt shot quickly from the entrance. Allen caught it with one hand in the air, turned over neatly, and rode the Firebolt straight into the sky.

In an instant, there was a wave of people in the audience, and Allen won the warmest applause and cheers.

"Alan, Alan, Alan..."

The little wizard of Hogwarts roared Allen's name over and over again, trying his best to vent the shock and pride in his heart!

"Just because you're good at acrobatics doesn't mean you can catch the Golden Snitch!"

Ron's eyes looked at Hermione who was not far away and her face was red with excitement. She was applauding and shouting Allen's name, and 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 and the others can win." Seamus Analyzed seriously.

Not only the audience in the stands, but also the Irish team hovering high in the sky were discussing Allen.

"This Allen Harris is very skilled. We all work together, score hard, defend well, entangle him, and create opportunities for Lynch. I believe the final victory must belong to us."

Troy, the captain of the Irish team and also the chaser, gave everyone timely encouragement, and his players nodded tacitly.

“And thanks to our referee today, Arthur Rouse!”

A strong and capable wizard strode towards the arena, a silver whistle hanging from his neck.

Arthur blew the whistle and the game officially started.

"Ah, he, he, they're off!" Bagman screamed, "This is Dean! Matthews! Finney! Pass to Dean again! Tom Finney..."

Almost most of the young wizards at Hogwarts have never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match.

The speed of the team members was simply unbelievable. The chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other team members so fast that Bagman only had time to announce their names.

The game seemed very fierce from the beginning, and both sides fought mercilessly.

The noise from the audience shocked Allen's eardrums, but compared to the excitement of the audience, Allen was very calm at this time.

He felt that the Irish team valued him, and there was a batsman paying attention to him at almost every moment.

At the same time, he also saw three Irish chasers flying close together, Troy in the middle, and Mallet and Moran slightly ahead. The three of them were approaching Tom, the English chaser.

"Eagle Head Attack Formation," Bagman yelled.

England's batsmen Nat and George flew over quickly, and the two actually controlled the Bludgers, crossing them and hitting them towards the three Irish chasers side by side.

The Eagle Head offensive formation was broken.

"Well done!" Allen suddenly waved his fist.

Moving forward side by side can effectively intercept Tom, but it also means that the area that can be attacked has doubled!

But Troy, the opponent's chaser, accelerated suddenly and flew out, successfully intercepting the Quaffle in Tom's hand at lightning speed.

George Cohen's smile froze on his face, and he quickly caught up and hit the Bludger hard towards Troy.

Troy completely ignored the menacing Bludger and continued to fly towards England's goal with the Quaffle.

Connolly, the Irish batsman, passed the ball down the pitch and hit the flying ball hard with the bat in his hand, hitting it towards the England team players.

England's Quidditch players quickly fell back on defense.

Stanley, England's chaser, successfully blocked Troy and stared at him eagerly.

Troy immediately threw the Quaffle, and Mallet, who was hovering below, caught the ball.

"Ireland scores!" Bagman shouted with a loud voice, and the whole audience burst into cheers, making the stadium tremble. "10:0, Ireland is in the lead!"

After Mallette scored, he circled the field. Seamus and Ron jumped up and down in excitement, waving their arms.

The leprechauns watching the game all rose into the air again, forming the huge sparkling clover again.

Allen thinks Ireland's Chasers are superb. They worked together flawlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if each could see through the other's mind.

The competition became more intense and more brutal.

Although England's players tried their best, the score gap between them and Ireland is still widening.

Allen struggled to remain calm, circling the arena, searching the sky for signs of the Snitch, and so did Lynch.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the corner of Allen's eyes, the Golden Snitch!

Allen quickly flew in the direction of the Golden Snitch. The audience obviously noticed this, and the whole stadium sounded a neat and loud cheering sound.