I was expelled from Hogwarts?

In a Quidditch game, as the players keep scoring goals, there will be different names.

For example, when two goals are scored, it is called a brace; when three goals are scored, it is called a hat-trick.

When the number of goals scored by a person reaches nine goals, he will be dubbed as showing mercy...almost.

But if it reaches more than ten balls, the evaluation will turn sharply down, and become... the ball is not good.

Crazy abuse of food, can the game work? !

However, the British fans at the scene hoped that the English players would be not good at the game.

After all, the opponent is the bottom-ranked Transylvania team, whose salary is far lower than that of England. If you don't abuse a three-digit point difference, is it worthy of the fans?

But as Transylvania scored the first goal, the audience quickly realized that something was wrong, that the food was indeed abused...but it was the England team who was abused.

In just half an hour, the England national team was scored 13 goals by the Transylvania team without a ball, and the score came directly to 130:0.

The audience was completely dumbfounded, the belly was actually me?

Seeing a Chaser, using the movement of a sloth hugging a tree and rolling, skillfully avoiding the Bludger and throwing the Quaffle into the basket, Fudge in the top box cheered.

Nice goal!

Beside Fudge, sat a group of officials, including British wizards and ministers from other countries.

They watched Fudge keep cheering, and they were a little overwhelmed.

The England team was tyrannized. You, the British Minister of Magic, why are you still applauding? Which country are you the minister of?

I'm afraid it's because he lost his mind, or secretly participated in gambling, and beat Transylvani to win, right?

Umbridge leaned over and reminded in a low voice, Minister, the team in blue is England, and the team in purple is Transylvani.

Huh? Fudge was taken aback, so the one who was brutally tortured on the field was... the England team?

No, impossible, absolutely impossible... Before the game, Ludo told him that the England team was invincible in the training match, and that the sword was aiming at the World Cup championship, and he even asked him to beat England to win.

How is this different from the agreed script?

When Fudge thought that he was celebrating for a long time, he was celebrating his opponent, and his chest felt a little cramped.

Seeing that the minister looked wrong, Umbridge immediately asked concerned: Mr. Fudge, are you okay? Why don't you go and rest for a while.

I... I'm fine, Fudge said through gritted teeth.

Seeing that the Transylvani team got another free throw, he who just praised the referee for being fair, said angrily:

What's the matter with the referee, did he buy it, why didn't he give the England team a free throw?

Umbridge murmured inwardly. Just now, No. 7 Atron choked his opponent and knocked his opponent off the broom.

Such a bad move, if it is not punished, the referee has already given face, how could it be possible to give England a free throw.

If it was given, it would not be a body hair whistle, but a pure black whistle.

But Fudge didn't care, in his opinion... England's free throws were not 20 more than the opponent's, and the referee took black money!

Why not the British referee? Fudge asked again.

Although Umbridge is a true fan who comes every four years, he has gained a lot of knowledge temporarily, so he carefully explained:

The referee of the Quidditch World Cup has avoidance rules... The referee of the game must not be from the same continent as any of the two teams participating in the competition.

Hassan Mustafa is an Egyptian wizard and a referee appointed by the Quidditch Committee of the International Federation of Wizards.

Hearing the International Federation of Wizards, Fudge stopped talking immediately. He slumped on the chair and stared blankly at the arena.

It's a mess... I wanted to show my face, but I showed my butt!

Although Rove knew that the heat would kill him and was not optimistic about England winning the championship, he did not expect it to be abused by the little Transylvani team.

It looked like a match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Quidditch... as easy as a father beating a son.

Rove, this shows that you still watch less games.

Professor McGonagall, a fifty-year-old fan, commented sharply: The England national team never disappoints in terms of disappointing.

This team lacks Gene. Margery joked.

Who is Gene? Shirley asked curiously.

The former captain of England's Quidditch team, he was famous for his flagrant fouls. Rove explained:

When he was 30 points behind, Gene would encourage his teammates to work harder. When he was 50 points behind, he would complain about the poor batsman and use his body to 'special care' for the opponent's key players.

When one hundred behind, the opponent's chaser will be directly crippled by Gene's kick.

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Jokes are all jokes, but England is really playing like a softie now, except for the chokehold just now, either touching porcelain to cheat fouls, or diving like crazy... just like Lin Daiyu in the restricted area.

Oh, bad, another goal, the score has expanded to 240:0. Ludo, who was the commentator, lost his enthusiasm for the beginning.

He put a lot of Gallon on England. After commenting on the game, he might have to go to the rooftop to find a good position.

What the England team has to do now is to break the scoring drought and not let their heads be shaved... This is absolute adversity, who can stand up?

It's Atron holding the ball again... He was double-teamed by three people, passing the ball... You lone b... Ahem... A unique scoring machine!

Atron was intercepted again, and he dived again, trying to cheat a free throw. Probably out of a little face for the host, Hassan Musta finally blew his whistle.

Atron took the penalty, his determined eyes... Ludo prayed: I hope he can score...the goal is scored!

Ludo roared: A sonic boom from 12 yards, a beautiful shot, the arc is almost close to the goalkeeper's head... Big heart... Desperation depends on me...

Ludo's voice came to an abrupt end, as the whistle blew, and the Tranvanian Seeker, just raised his arm.

He caught the Golden Snitch!

The game is over!

390: 10!

When England captain Atlon landed on the Firebolt, his eyes were no longer determined, but a little confused.

who I am,

where am I,

Is it our 390-point madness against the opponent?

No one expected that the England team, which we had given high hopes to, had a shocking upset in the opening game and fell into the hands of the Tranvania team. Ludo sighed:

Although it is a pity that everyone was not able to achieve a satisfactory result... But I believe that this group of young men will make good adjustments and prepare for the next game...

Ludo's words were drowned in the loud shouts, and the audience in the stands shouted:

England, are you worthy of us?!

Are you sorry?

RNM,

money back! !

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