Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

Sober people are the most embarrassing.

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

"Maybe it's a bit naughty, but Gryffindor's performance is really impressive." Penello is pleased that there are not many little wizards in Ravenclaw who are confused, second only to Hufflepuff.

Hermione was a little arrogant but couldn't refute, she could no longer ignore Penello's sarcasm.

Fortunately, the singing of the Siren Banshees did not last long.

They landed on their stands, and the gesture of falling made people feel elegant and charming!

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome-the Irish Quidditch National Team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "It is-Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran! Quigley! Also—still—and—Lin Qi! ”

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena. As long as you have a panoramic telescope and slow down the movements of the team members, you can clearly see the "fire crossbow arrows" printed on their flying broomsticks, and you can see them all Embroidered their names with silver thread.

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

Banks quickly flew into the sky and waved to everyone, and he won a warm applause.

"George Cohen!"

The second red and white figure flew out at once.

George levitated in the air, touching his big bald head, laughing foolishly, causing the audience to laugh.

"Nat? Dean! Dixie? Lofthouse! Stanley? Finney! Tom? Matthews! Next up is-Allen Harris!"

A golden phoenix flew from the entrance into the sky above the stadium.

This drew warm cheers from the audience.

"It's Allen!"

"Allen's Animagus is a Phoenix!"

The little wizards shouted loudly, venting their excitement!

In the high altitude, the phoenix returned to human form, and Allen fell straight down to the ground.

The audience took a breath of air, neatly, as if holding the pause button, it was frighteningly quiet.

At this moment, the call of a shining firebolt fired from the entrance quickly fired from the entrance, Allen grabbed in the air with one hand, a neat turn, riding the firebolt straight into the sky.

In an instant, the crowd set off a crowd, and Allen won the warmest applause and cheers.

"Allen, Allen, Allen ..."

The little wizard of Hogwarts roared Alan's name over and over again, exhausting 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, screaming at Allen's name while applauding, muttering.

"Ireland's defense and offense are the best in the world. Even if Lynch is not as good as Krum, it should be better than Allen who has just joined the national team. I don't think Allen can win." A serious analysis.

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

"This Allen Harris has a good technique, everyone is united, works hard to score, defends well, haunts him, creates opportunities for Lynch, and believes that the ultimate victory must belong to us."

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

"Thank you to our referee today, Arthur Rolls!"

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

Arthur whistled and the game officially started.

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

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

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

The game started very fiercely at the beginning, and the two sides struggled mercilessly.

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

He felt the importance that the Irish team attached to him. Almost every moment a batter was watching his movements.

At the same time, he also saw three Irish chasers running close to each other, Troy in the middle, a little ahead of Marlet and Moran, three people approaching England chaser Tom.

"Eaglehead offensive formation." Bagman shouted.

England's batters Nat and George flew over quickly, and the two actually took control of the ball and crossed them to the three side-by-side chasers in Ireland.

The Eagle Head attack formation was broken.

"Good job!" Allen slammed his fist.

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

But the opponent's chaser Troy hurriedly flew out, and successfully intercepted the ghost flying ball in Tom's hand with a thunderbolt ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ George Cohen's smile froze in his face, He quickly caught up and slammed the wandering ball towards Troy.

Troy ignored the menacing ball and continued to fly to England's goal with the ghost ball.

Irish hitter Connolly passed from the diagonal, hitting the flying ball with the bat in his hand and hitting it towards the England team.

The Quidditch players in England returned quickly.

England's chaser Stanley succeeded in blocking Troy, staring at him.

Troy immediately threw a ghost fly ball, and Marlet hovering underneath caught it—

"Ireland scores!" Bagman roared with a loud voice, cheering the audience and shaking the stadium are shaking, "10: 0, the Irish team leads!"

After Marlet scored a goal, he circled the field for a week, and Simone and Ron jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms nonstop.

The little dwarfs who watched the game rose into the air again, forming the huge shining clover again.

Allen believes that the Irish chaser is superb. They cooperated seamlessly and the movements were very coordinated, as if they could see through each other's minds.

The game became more intense and cruel.

Despite all the efforts of the England players, their score gap with Ireland is still widening.

Allen tried his best to stay calm, circled around the arena, searching for the golden snitch in the air, as was Lynch.

At this moment, Allen's eyes flashed a golden light-Golden Snitch!

Allen quickly flew in the direction of the golden thieves, and the audience clearly noticed this, and the whole game field sounded a regular and loud cheering.