Chapter 323: Win or lose

Although the Irish team lacks a core strength, a soul figure, their offense is even more fierce, like an injured wild wolf.
After another tense five minutes, the Irish team scored three more goals. The offensive of the substitute chaser Zidane is very fierce and a new force, which makes Ireland full of momentum.
Irish fans cheered wildly. One hundred and thirty points ahead, victory is in sight!
The fierceness and intensity of the game has reached a level they have never seen before.
The batsmen on both sides acted mercilessly: Cohen and Connolly, in particular, both swung their bats almost crazy and attacked each other's players from various angles.
Suddenly, Cohen rushed straight to Moran holding the Guifei Ball and successfully blocked her castration. The Guifei Ball was successfully robbed by England's chaser Tom.
Moran looked at Cohen angrily, but Cohen unconcernedly pointed the back of his head to her, flew away in a hurry to Tom.
He didn't hit her, did he?
Tom successfully seized this opportunity. He didn't care about the flying ball coming over. Cohen was there, so he didn't need to worry about it.
All he has to do is offense-offense-
Tom successfully broke through the Irish team's encirclement, struggling to hit, and the goal was scored!
The supporters of the England team cheered enthusiastically, and the audience became a sea of ​​roses.
The successful score this time 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 the offensive. Their skills and cooperation were superb, which Allen had never seen on other teams.
With a swift offensive, less than a minute, the new Irishman Zidane knocked away England’s Tom with a helmeted bald head, and scored another goal, bringing the score gap to one hundred and three. very.
The Irish audience all stood up, cheered and jumped, forming a huge green wave.
At this moment, Allen suddenly jumped into the sky, and in the eyes of the audience, he almost became a phantom, passing quickly in the air.
The Irish batsman went crazy and chased desperately.
Two roaming creaked and broke through the air.
Allen flashed dexterously and continued to move fast in the direction of the Golden Snitch.
Just an arm's away!
The Irish team's batsman Quigley used the strength of the milk to hit a flying ball at Allen, trying to stop Allen.
There was no time to dodge, Allen narrowed his eyes and didn't dodge in the slightest, and was hit by the stray ball.
Deafening complaints came from the audience.
Alan's eyebrows seemed to be smashed, blood was flowing everywhere, but at the same time, he raised his right hand high.
The Golden Snitch flapped its wings slightly, struggling weakly in the palm of his hand.
"He caught it-Allen caught it-the game was over-we won!" Cohen shouted.
Although the Irish team took a considerable lead during the game, when Allen caught the Golden Snitch, the victory belonged to England.
The audience does not seem to realize what is going on.
Then, slowly, as if a jumbo jet was accelerating, the comments of the England team's supporters became louder and louder, and finally there were countless shouts of joy.
"England has won!" Bagman yelled. "Alan Harris, the smallest player ever in the Quidditch World Cup, caught the Golden Snitch!"
Hermione held her hands high, ignoring her dress like a lady today, and jumped up and down to applaud and cheer.
"Allen is great! However, the Irish batsman is too cruel... Allen didn't think about his safety at all..." Penello also cheered loudly, but thought of Allen's face. She was a little worried about the walk on the ball.
"Penello, after taking the potion, I don't think the walking ball can really hurt Alan." Hermione heard Penello's words and calmed herself down and analyzed seriously.
Pieces of rose petals fell from Luna's head, and she also put away the distracted look when she watched the game before, showing a happy smile.
The mascots of England, the siren banshees walked ecstatically over the stadium, rose flowers were waving everywhere in the stadium, and the English national anthem sounded from all directions.
When the team members rode their broomsticks around the field, there was a rain of rose flowers in the sky, and the supporters picked the rose flowers off their bodies and threw them at them.
When they evacuated the stadium, the audience applauded and cheered, expressing their appreciation.
When Alan's figure disappeared from the arena, Luna stood up first, and the rose on her head fell to the ground.
"Actually, I am jealous of her." Penello said quietly.
"Why?" Hermione looked at Penello suspiciously.
"Ellen received the flowers she threw!"
Hermione nodded repeatedly, agreeing deeply.
Penello and Hermione had only one flower. Like most little witches, they were immersed in the joy of winning and had no time to throw it away.
Luna, who was more sober than the others, casually threw a bunch of roses into the air, and Penello watched as Allen caught one of them and offered a smiling face.
Seeing Luna's actions, the other little witches followed suit ~EbookFREE.me~ and voted for Allen.
However, Allen only responded with a smile, but no one took any more flowers. The other little witches had no choice but to target other players.
Upon seeing this, Penello and Hermione also gave up their intention to throw.
"However, her dress today... she's so crazy..." Hermione didn't know how to describe it for a while. It's hard for her to be as indifferent to the eyes and evaluations of others as Luna.
"She may be smarter than all of us." Penello thoughtfully watched Luna magically gather the remaining roses into a bouquet.
Hermione felt that these Ravenclaws were really inexplicable sometimes, such as the one who played with flowers, and the one in front of her would often do and say something inexplicable in her opinion.
"The dress she wears is from the 16th century. The King of England became the King of Ireland in 1541, representing England's victory over Ireland. Today, England is the king again." Penello saw Hermione's mind and slumped. She explained.
"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Luna lifted her skirt and stared at Penello with big light silver eyes.
The two looked at each other for a long time before Luna took a step as if attending a prom, and went away gracefully.
"Ah, I remember. Luna asked me to borrow my history book from Muggle School when she was looking for clues to magical creatures. She knew this history. I thought about it!" Hermione was a little upset. Of hindsight.
Penello didn't say a word. She looked at Luna's distant back and keenly discovered that this was the first time she communicated with Luna, but she did not show a trance look.
No, now it seems, it should be said-the first time she was not perfunctory.