Quidditch is a seven-player game rather than a one-man show, and it focuses on individual heroism without sacrificing teamwork - while the Golden Snitch has a bonus of up to 150 points, there are many examples of missing a match with the Snitch. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Similarly, no matter how high the enthusiasm, the problem of cooperation is far from being solved in a few words.

The reason for this is simply because Hogwarts is at a great disadvantage at the moment.

While the players on each team are familiar with each other, it's not enough to compensate for the lack of a sense of camaraderie that comes with long-term training.

The game had only been twenty minutes long - the score had already been stretched to twenty-fifty, and of course, Hogwarts was the one in front.

Every time Hogwarts lost a ball, there was a roar of applause and shouts from below, proving to them who was on their home turf. This is something that these players have never faced before, and no matter how bad the academy is, there will be supporters - but today it was completely different.

The effects of such heavy pressure were real, and Alan even felt that one of the chasers next to him was even a little overwhelmed by the momentum on the field - which was undoubtedly worse in a backward situation. They are the only point of scoring until the Seeker captures the Snitch, and if they fail, it will undoubtedly lead to the collapse of the entire line.

So, after the team scored a successful goal, while waiting for the opponent's serve to adjust, Allen decisively adjusted his broom - directly and gently slammed into the teammate.

Amid the audience's exclamations, Allen slammed his teammate to the ground, and then slapped him on the shoulder - a small ball of lightning in his hand in the unseen view of the crowd.

The triple stimulus brought the teammate back to his senses, and in his ears came Allen's whispered but clear ear - "What the hell! Fuck it! Shut up the guys down there!"

Then, when he looked up again, all that was left for him was Allen's back - the game was still going on, and the opponent was ready to kick off.

He was slightly stunned, and followed, right, what are you thinking about! Fuck them, wouldn't it be good to shut them up!

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However, the battle is not determined by a simple fighting spirit, let alone the other party's fighting spirit.

Although Allen and the six of them tried their best to close the score, the tacit understanding that was far inferior to the opposite side became the biggest shortcoming.

The score had reached three percent and four hundred and sixty points - which meant that the Golden Snitch could not save them.

As a Seeker, Charlie was under a lot of pressure when he was down behind, but the Snitch has always been notoriously hard to find.

A small golden dot flickered in his field of vision—it was the Snitch!

At the moment he has two choices, give up or capture, giving up means the game continues, but will the other teammates be able to play with an advantage in this long time?

It's hard, it's very difficult, and what awaits them may be that the score of the game is even bigger.

And the arrest means that the game is over, and it is not so embarrassing to lose the game by ten points, but if you lose, you will lose, and the taste of failure will naturally not be said.

But soon the opposite Seeker made a decision for him.

He began to rush at an accelerated speed - apparently, he had spotted the Snitch too!

Well, the only option left is to catch the snitch and, with a less disgraceful twist, lose the game.

Thankfully, he was a little closer, and his arms were a little longer.

So, in the unwilling look of the Uagadou Seeker, the snitch was tightly held in his hand.

The snitch's flapping wings have a slight itching feeling, which Charlie usually likes very much, but at the moment he is not in the mood to enjoy this feeling - it is not a happy thing to catch the snitch and lose the game.

To his surprise, however, the imaginary avalanche of cheers from the audience did not ring out – even if it was for his opponent.

On the contrary, the field was filled with exclamations of unwillingness.

When he looked back, there was a man lying on the ground, bloodstained, but smiling—and beside him were the other five teammates.

The score is 460 to 460 - a draw!

In the moment when the whole audience was staring at the Seeker, Alan interrupted the Quaffle from his opponent's hand.

He accelerated like a madman, dodged all the blockages, and rushed straight to the opponent's goal.

The opponent, who had been a little slower to react, had no time to intercept him, and the only thing standing in his way was the startled goalkeeper - he clearly remembered the youngest guy in front of him, he had the fewest shots, but he was barely available.

The only thing that supported the goalkeeper was a ludger that was hit hard - from a good angle, and Alan would definitely be hit if he didn't dodge.

But, as he looked at him in surprise, the Hogwarts rival greeted Bludger with a smile on his face as if it were a butterfly, and at the same time, he threw the Quaffle heavily.

The goalkeeper was startled by Alan's smile, and then, it was too late to make a save - just a moment before the Golden Snitch was captured, the Quaffle went where it was supposed to be, and Hogwarts scored ten.

Then, with a smile on his face, Alan was knocked off the broom by the Bludger.

The next moment, Charlie grabbed the Golden Snitch tightly, and the game was over.

A draw, a rare draw.

Professor McGonagall and the rest of the group swarmed up to meet Alan, who was still smiling.

The injury was quickly identified by Professor Sigma - the right arm was fractured, and the blood was caused by a Bludger hitting the nose, so the injury was not that serious.

While everyone wanted to celebrate around Allen's little gestures, it was clear that it wasn't appropriate to do so when he was injured.

Soon Alan was carried away - not by the rhythm of the next one, but by the arrival of the school doctor on Uagadou's side.

Moments before being carried away, Alan saw Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster of Uagadou smiling and holding hands together.

But he couldn't complain anymore - the wound was very, very painful, and he suspected he might have cracked his bones!

So it's really tiring to pretend to smile, and he doesn't know why he has to keep smiling - just be reasonable and don't cry!

Uagadou's school doctor was pretty good, and she complained about how many Quidditch matches were broken every year, and she unleashed healing on Eren - the cool sensation from the wound made Eren feel very comfortable.

However, the words that followed made him very bitter - he was forcibly ordered to stay in the hospital for three days, the kind that was not negotiable!

The protest was invalid, and Professor McGonagall couldn't agree with the result, leaving Ellen with only one question left.

Isn't uagadou's sick meal delicious?

ps:I've thought about it for a long time and I still haven't let Hogwarts win.,After all, Uagadou is also a magic academy of the same grade.,It's too unreasonable for a patchwork team to win the strongest team in the family.,But I still think I'm very satisfied with what I wrote in this chapter.,That's it.。。。