Although the Irish team lacked a core strength, a soul figure, their attack was more ferocious, like a wounded wolf.

After another five minutes of intense action, Ireland scored three goals in quick succession. Zidane, the substitute chaser, attacked with ferocity and was a new force, which made Ireland full of momentum.

Irish fans cheered wildly. It's already one hundred and thirty points ahead, and victory is in sight!

The ferocity of the game was now more intense than they had ever seen.

The batsmen on both sides showed no mercy: Cohen and Connolly, in particular, were almost insanely swinging their bats and attacking opposing players from various angles.

Suddenly, Cohen rushes straight at Moran, who is holding the Quaffle, and successfully blocks her castration, which is successfully stolen by Tom, a chaser in England.

Moran looked at Cohen with resentment, but Cohen didn't care to aim the back of his head at her and flew away in a hurry to protect Tom.

He didn't hit her, did he?

Tom managed to capitalize on the opportunity, he didn't care about the Bludger flying in there, and with Cohen there, he didn't have to worry.

All he's going to do is attack - attack -

Tom managed to break through the siege of the Irish team, struck hard, and the ball went in!

England supporters cheered enthusiastically, and the audience 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, Ireland's chasers quickly organized an offensive with a skill they had never seen before.

With a swift attack, in less than a minute, Ireland scored another goal to bring the gap to 130 points again.

The Irish spectators all stood up, cheering and jumping in a huge green wave.

At this moment, Alan suddenly jumped into the air, and in the eyes of the audience, he almost became a phantom, flying through the air.

The Irish batsmen went crazy and chased desperately.

Two Bludgers whirred and burst into the air.

Eren flashed deftly and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Golden Snitch.

It's just an arm's length away!

Irish batsman Quigley used his suckling force to smash a flying Bludger at Allen in an attempt to stop him.

There was no time to dodge, and Allen half-narrowed his eyes, not dodging at all, and was hit head-on by Bludger.

There were deafening complaints from the auditorium.

The corners of Allen's eyebrows seemed to be broken, and blood flowed everywhere, but at the same time, he raised his right hand high.

The Golden Snitch flapped his wings slightly, struggling feebly in the palm of his hand.

"He caught it — Allen caught it — the game was over — we won!" Cohen yelled.

Although Ireland took a sizable lead over the course of the game, when Allen seized the moment of the Golden Snitch, the victory belonged to England.

The audience doesn't seem to realize what is really going on.

Then, slowly, like a giant jet speeding up, the chatter of England supporters grew louder and louder, and finally erupted into a myriad of shouts of joy.

"England have won!" Bagman shouted, "Alan Harris, the youngest player ever to play at the Quidditch World Cup, has captured the Golden Snitch!"

Hermione threw her hands in the air, completely oblivious to her ladylike outfit today, jumping up and down and cheering.

"Alan is amazing!" Penelope cheered too.

"The Irish batsmen are too hard...... Alan didn't think about his own safety at all......" Thinking of the Bludger in Allen's face, Penelope was a little worried.

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

"For victory!" rose petals flung off Luna's head, and she smiled happily.

England's mascots, the Sirens, weave their way over the field in ecstasy, the stadium is littered with roses and the England national anthem is sounding from all directions.

As the team rode around the field on broomsticks, roses rained in the sky, and supporters plucked them off their roses and threw them at them.

When they left the stadium, the crowd applauded and cheered.

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

"Actually, I envy her. Penelope said quietly.

"Why?" Hermione looked at Penelope in confusion.

"Alan got the flowers she toss!"

Hermione nodded in agreement.

Penelope and Hermione only had one flower, and like most little witches, they were so basked with winning that they didn't have time to throw it out.

Luna, who was more sober than the others, casually threw a bunch of roses into the air, and Penelope watched as Alan caught one of them and put on a smile.

Seeing Luna's actions, the other witches followed suit and threw flowers to Alan.

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

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

"However, she is dressed today...... She's so crazy......" Hermione didn't know how to describe it for a moment, it was difficult for her to be as unconcerned about other people's opinions and evaluations as Luna.

"She's probably smarter than all of us. Penelope watched thoughtfully as Luna gathered the roses in her hand into a bouquet.

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

She was dressed in 16th-century attire, and since 1541 the King of England has been King of Ireland, representing the victory of England over Ireland, and England is once again king on the field today. Penelope read Hermione's thoughts and explained.

"Wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind. Luna lifted the hem of her skirt and stared at Penelope with large light silver eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time before Luna walked away as if she were attending a ball.

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

Penelope didn't say anything, she looked at Luna's distant back, and keenly noticed that this was the first time she communicated with Luna, and she didn't show a trance-like look.

No, now it seems, it should be said - for the first time it was not perfunctory by her.