Hogwarts Everything is Three

Sober people are most embarrassed.

"I don't know who chose the Siren Banshee as the mascot. It's a bit bad." Hermione saw the little wizards in Gryffindor make strange poses and couldn't bear to look straight.

"Perhaps a bit naughty, but Gryffindor's performance is really impressive." Penello is very happy that there are not many little wizards in Ravenclaw, second only to Hufflepuff.

Hermione was a little angry but couldn't refute it, so she could only stop taking care of Penello's mockery.

Fortunately, the singing of the siren banshees did not last long.

They landed on the stands that belonged to them, and the posture of falling makes people feel elegant and charming!

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome-the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "It's Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And—and—and—Lin Qi!"

Seven blurry green figures flew to the arena. As long as you have a panoramic telescope and slow down the players’ movements, you can see that their flying broomsticks are printed with "Firebolt", and you can see their backs. Embroidered their names with silver thread.

"Now, please welcome-England Quidditch national team! I will introduce to you-Gordon Banks!"

Banks flew into the sky quickly and waved to everyone. He won a enthusiastic applause.

"George Cohen!"

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

George hovered in the air, touching his big bald head, and smiling stupidly, which drew laughter from the audience.

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

A golden phoenix flew into the sky from the entrance.

This attracted enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"It's Alan!"

"Allen's Animagus is a Phoenix!"

The little wizards shouted loudly, venting their excitement!

In the high air, Phoenix recovered his human form, and Allen fell straight to the ground.

The audience took a breath of air-conditioning neatly, as if being held down by the pause button, it was frighteningly quiet.

At this moment, a shining firebolt was shot from the entrance of the entrance to the entrance of the flying curse. Alan grabbed it with one hand in the air, and turned over sharply, riding 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.

"Allen, Allen, Allen..."

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

"Good acrobatics does not mean that you can catch the golden snitch!"

Ron's eyes looked at Hermione who was flushed with excitement not far away, clapping and shouting at Alan's name, muttering.

"Ireland's defense and offense can be described as 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. I don't think Allen can win." Analyze the Tao seriously.

Not only the spectators in the stands, even the Irish team hovering high in the air, are also discussing Allen.

"This Allen Harris has very good skills. Everyone is united, scores hard, defends well, entangles him, creates opportunities for Lynch, and believes that the final victory must belong to us."

The captain of the Irish team and also a chaser-Troy encouraged everyone in time, and his players nodded tacitly.

"Thanks also to our referee today, Arthur Routh!"

A strong and capable wizard strode to the arena, and a silver whistle hung from his neck around his neck.

Arthur blew his whistle and the game officially began.

"Ah, he—he—he—they set off!" Bagman screamed, "This is Dean! Matthews! Finney! Pass it to Dean again! Tom Finney..."

Almost most of the little wizards at Hogwarts have never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game.

The speed of the players is unbelievable-the chaser keeps passing the ghost ball to the other players, so fast that Bagman only has time to report their names.

The match seemed very fierce at the beginning, and both sides fought relentlessly.

The noise of the audience shocked Allen's eardrums, but compared with the audience's blood boil, Allen was very calm at this time.

He felt the attention given to him by the Irish team, and a batsman was paying attention to his movements almost every moment.

At the same time, he also saw three Irish chasers speeding close together. Troy was in the middle, and Marlet and Moran were slightly ahead. The three were approaching the England chaser Tom.

"Eaglehead offensive formation." Bagman roared.

England's batsman Nat and George flew over quickly, and the two actually took control of the stray ball and crossed them at the three Irish chasers side by side.

The Eagle Head offensive formation was broken.

"Good job!" Allen gave a sharp fist.

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

But the opponent's chaser Troy swiftly flew out, and successfully intercepted the ghost fly ball from Tom's hand with lightning speed~www.ltnovel.com~George Cohen’s smile froze on his face. He hurried to catch up and hit the wandering ball hard at Troy.

Troy completely ignored the menacing walk, and continued to fly the ghost ball to England's goal.

Irish batsman Connolly passed from the sloping down, hitting the flying ball with his bat, and hitting it to the side of the England team.

The Quidditch players in England quickly returned to defense.

England's chaser Stanley succeeded in getting in front of Troy, staring at him.

Troy immediately threw the ghost fly ball, and Malet hovering below caught the ball in one go——

"Ireland scored!" Bagman roared loudly, the audience cheered and shook the stadium, "10:0, the Irish team is ahead!"

After Malet scored a goal, Seamer and Ron jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms incessantly.

The little dwarfs who were watching the game rose into the air again, forming the huge shimmering clover again.

Allen thinks the Irish team's chaser is superb. They cooperated perfectly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if each other could see each other's mind.

The game became more intense and cruel.

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

Allen tried to stay calm, circling around the arena, searching the air for the Golden Snitch, and so did Lynch.

At this moment, a gleam of gold flashed from the corner of Allen's eyes-the golden snitch!

Allen quickly flew in the direction of the Golden Snitch, and the audience in the stadium had obviously noticed this, and there was a neat and loud cheering sound from the entire arena.