Geraldine took out a cigar, lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth. He knew Allen's strength.

You know, in the training of crossing the aperture, Allen broke the record, and that kind of record may not be broken by anyone in the past ten years.

Krum is certainly powerful, but in Geraldine's opinion, he is definitely not an opponent for Allen.

After analyzing the Bulgarian team's previous matches in this World Cup, he concluded that the England team can completely suppress the Bulgarian team in all positions...... Well, including the head coach position.

For him, this will be his last World Cup, and if it ends in this way and wins, he doesn't want to show the results of his usual training.

Geraldine didn't need a groundbreaking but controversial victory.

For the rest of the England squad, they will also want to be able to continue playing, show what they can do and test the results of a hard year of training.

"Allen is right, although we have won the game with Allen's extraordinary strength within the rules of the game, we are still willing to give the Bulgarian team a chance and at the same time give ourselves a chance to prove it. Geraldine stepped forward and said.

Fudge frowned, glancing at Geraldine, his footsteps moving slightly.

"I promise, Allen will win, and with the results of the match, he will slap your Bulgarian hard. Mr. Harris leaned close to Fudge and whispered in his ear.

Fudge looked at Mr. Harris and nodded without a trace.

For the Bulgarian players, who were still in frustration and despair, it was naturally the best thing to be able to continue playing and have a chance to win.

"I ask that the audience be told exactly what happened to the audience. Fudge said in a deep voice.

"Of course, Minister Fudge" Ludo Bagman looked even more excited than the Bulgarian team.

"Ladies and gentlemen, England's Alan Harris has caught the Golden Snitch in a way that has never been done before, and the resulting controversy, officials are almost unanimous – Alan Harris has not broken anything......" Bagman's voice resounded through the stadium.

There was silence in the audience, waiting for him to announce the results.

'But I have to say that the England team has just shown a very selfless spirit and they are willing to give up their low-hanging fruit win to continue to put on a good fight for the crowd. ”

Like boiling water, the audience was boiling and enthusiastic cheers rang out.

Although the Bulgarian fans were not satisfied with Bagman's statement, they could not ask for anything more if they could continue to watch the game and the team could continue to win.

"Alan Harris has played a key role in this, he is willing to give Bulgaria a chance and his team-mates a chance to show. ”

"So, ladies and gentlemen: our journey to the Quidditch World Cup continues!" Bagman's impassioned voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Let's welcome the players back to the field with a loud shout!" Bagman quickly called out the names of the players on both sides, and blurred shadows flew into the sky.

The last to appear was Allen, and Bagman was shouting with almost all his strength.

The audience stood up, and the voices calling Alan's name came and went, gradually merging into a neat, sonic torrent.

There was an automatic wave of people on the field, and even some Bulgarian supporters joined in.

Everyone was overwhelmed by Allen's unafraid of challenges and unbiased sportsmanship. Spontaneously cheered for Alan.

The game that continued was very exciting, and almost as soon as the referee blew the whistle, the players on both sides did everything they could to scramble.

Volkov, one of the Bulgarian batsmen, struck the Bludger with his bat and struck it towards Dixie, who shrank down, dodged the Bludger, threw the Quaffle, and Tom, hovering underneath, caught the ball—

"Tom scores!" Bagman shouted in a loud voice, and the whole stadium was cheered and cheered, and the stadium trembled, "10:0, England leads!"

The England players worked together seamlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if they could read each other's minds and keep the score higher.

Within ten minutes, England scored two more goals to make it 30-0, prompting a flood of cheers and cheers from supporters.

The competition became more intense and more brutal. Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Vokanov used their suffrage to smash the Bludger at the England chasers and try to prevent them from using some of their best attacks.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is really huge, you know, the previous strength of the Bulgarian team veterans have either reached the retirement age, or due to injuries can not play, this group of new generation of players is still far behind. If it weren't for Krum, they would probably have had their heads shaved several times this year, and they would never have made it this far to the final.

England's chasers managed to break through their lineup and score another goal to stretch the score to 40-0.

Volkov swung his club hatefully, feeling powerless.

In the audience, the camp of Bulgarian supporters remembered the neat and loud shouts, they were used to the fact that Krum was able to save the team and win when the score was down.

"Krum is widely regarded as the world's No. 1 Seeker and hopefully Allen, a rising star, will rise to the occasion and beat him. Bagman said in a loud voice.

"Oh my God! Krum spotted the Golden Snitch. Alan began to catch up. Suddenly Bagman exclaimed, "He's overtaken Krum!"

The 100,000 wizards held their breath as they watched as the two Seekers—Alan and Krum—descended rapidly among the pursuers, as if they had jumped out of the plane without a parachute.

The Golden Snitch clings to the green lawn, flapping its wings.

At the last second, Victor Krum stopped diving, re-ascended, and flew away in a circle.

"It's a very difficult vertical dive, a quick angle to pull up the broomstick, and very few people in Quidditch history have been able to pull the broom at such a high speed. Bagman exclaimed.

"Merlin, what do I see?" Bagman screamed.

Alan actually controlled the broom and stopped in such a rapid dive.

His palm rested on top of the Golden Snitch, and in the midst of all the attention, he looked up and smiled slightly, but did not close his palm.

The Golden Snitch flew high into the air, and Alan followed suit, and his palm always stayed above the Golden Snitch.