All things are three at Hogwarts

Although the Irish team lacked a core strength and a soul, their offense became more ferocious, like a wounded wolf.

After another five intense minutes, the Irish team scored three more goals. Substitute Chaser Zidane's attack was fierce and a new force, which made Ireland full of momentum.

The Irish fans cheered wildly. Already 130 points ahead, victory is in sight!

The competition was now reaching a level of ferocity and intensity they had never seen before.

The batsmen on both sides showed no mercy: especially Cohen and Connolly, who were swinging their bats almost like crazy and attacking the opponent's players from various angles.

Suddenly, Cohen rushed straight towards Moran, who was holding the Quaffle, and successfully blocked her castration. The Quaffle was successfully robbed by England's Chaser Tom.

Moran looked at Cohen angrily, but Cohen pointed the back of his bare head at her without any care, and flew away in a hurry to protect Tom.

He didn't crash into her, did he?

Tom successfully seized this opportunity. He didn't care about the Bludgers flying over at all. With Cohen around, there was no need for him to worry.

All he has to do is attack and attack

Tom successfully broke through the siege of the Irish team, hit the ball hard and scored!

The supporters of the England team cheered enthusiastically, and the audience stage became a sea of ​​roses.

This successful scoring gave the England team new confidence, but it also inspired the ferocity of the Irish team.

When the referee blew the whistle again, the Irish team's chasers quickly organized an offensive. Their skills were so superb that Allen had never seen them before.

With a swift offensive, the Irish team scored another goal in less than a minute, pushing the score gap to 130 points again.

The Irish audience stood up, cheered and jumped, forming a huge green wave.

At this moment, Allen suddenly jumped high into the sky. In the eyes of the audience, he almost became a shadow, flying quickly through the air.

The Irish batsmen went crazy chasing it.

Two bludgers whirred and came through the air.

Allen dodged nimbly and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Golden Snitch.

It’s only an arm’s length away!

Quigley, the Irish team's batter, used all his strength to hit a flying Bludger towards Allen, trying to stop Allen.

There was no time to dodge. Allen half-closed his eyes and did not dodge at all. He was hit head-on by the Bludger.

There was a deafening murmur from the audience.

Allen's eyebrow corner 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 feebly in his hand.

"He caught Allen and the game ended and we won!" Cohen yelled.

Although the Irish team led by a considerable margin during the game, when Allen caught the golden snitch, victory belonged to England.

The audience didn't seem to realize what was going on.

Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the chatter from England's supporters grew louder and louder, ending in countless shouts of joy.

"England has won!" shouted Bagman. "Alan Harris, the smallest player ever to play at the Quidditch World Cup, has caught the Snitch!"

Hermione raised her hands in the air, completely ignoring her ladylike appearance today, and jumped up and down cheering.

"Alan is so great!" Penello was also cheering loudly.

"The Irish team's batters were too hard... Allen didn't consider his own safety at all..." Thinking of the bludger on Allen's face, Penello was a little worried.

"Penello, after taking the attribute potion, I don't think the Bludger can really hurt Allen." Hermione heard Penelo's words and analyzed seriously.

"For victory!" Pieces of rose petals fell from Luna's head, and she smiled happily.

England's mascot, the Sirens, ecstatically walked over the field, roses were waved everywhere in the stadium, and the English national anthem sounded from all directions.

As the players rode brooms and circled the field, roses rained from the sky. Supporters picked the roses off their bodies and threw them at them.

As they left the field, the crowd clapped and cheered to show their appreciation.

When Allen's figure disappeared from the field, Luna stood up first, and the roses on her head fell to the ground.

"Actually, I quite envy her." Penello said quietly.

"Why?" Hermione looked at Penello in confusion.

"Ellen caught the flower she threw!"

Hermione nodded in agreement.

Penello and Hermione only had one flower. Like most little witches, they were immersed in the joy of winning and did not have time to throw it away.

Luna, who was more awake than others, casually threw a bunch of roses into the air. Penello watched helplessly as Allen caught one of them and smiled.

Seeing Luna's move, the other little witches followed suit and threw flowers to Ellen.

However, Allen just smiled and didn't accept anyone's flowers. The little witches had no choice but to target other players.

Seeing this, Penello and Hermione also gave up their plans to throw.

"However, the way she dressed today...she is so crazy..." Hermione didn't know how to describe it for a moment. It was difficult for her to be like Luna, who didn't care about other people's opinions and evaluations.

"She may be smarter than all of us." Penello looked thoughtfully at Luna gathering the roses in her hands into a bouquet.

Hermione felt that Ravenclaw girls were really inexplicable sometimes, such as the one who played with flowers, and the one in front of her.

"The dress she is wearing is from the 1541th century. The King of England became the King of Ireland in , which represents England's victory over Ireland. Today, England is the king again on the field." Penello saw Hermione's thoughts and explained road.

"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Luna held up her skirt, stared at Penelo calmly with her big light silver eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time before Luna walked away gracefully as if attending a dance.

"Ah, I remembered that when Luna was looking for clues about magical creatures, she once asked me to borrow the history book of my Muggle school. She knew this history. I just thought of it!" Hermione was a little annoyed at herself. of hindsight.

Penello didn't say a word. She looked at Luna's retreating back, and keenly noticed that this was the first time she communicated with Luna, and she didn't show a dazed look.

No, looking at it now, it should be said that this was the first time that she was not perfunctory.