In a Quidditch game, as players continue to score goals, they will be called 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 a person scores nine goals, he will be jokingly called being merciful... That's pretty much it.
But if it reaches more than ten goals, the evaluation will suddenly turn downward and become...the quality of the ball is not good.
Crazy abuse of food, can the ball be used?!
However, the British fans at the scene all hope that the English players can "not be good at playing football."
After all, the opponent is the bottom-ranked Transylvania team, whose salary is far lower than that of England. If there is not a three-digit point difference, is it worthy of the majority of fans?
But as the Transylvania team scored the first goal, the audience quickly realized that something was wrong. They were indeed being abused... but it was the England team that was being abused.
In just half an hour, the England national team was scored 13 goals by the Transylvania team "without any talent", and the score directly reached 130:0.
The audience was completely confused. The fish belly was actually me?
Fudge in the top box cheered when he saw a chaser use the movement of a sloth to roll around a tree, cleverly avoid the Bludger, and throw the Quaffle into the basket.
"Nice goal!"
Next to Fudge, there were also a group of officials sitting, including British wizards and ministers from other countries.
They were all a little overwhelmed as they watched Fudge keep cheering.
The English team was being brutalized. Why did you, the British Minister of Magic, still applaud? Which country are you the minister of?
Is it possible that he is out of his mind, or that he secretly participated in gambling and won against Transylvania?
Umbridge came closer and reminded in a low voice: "Minister, the ones wearing blue uniforms are the England team, and the ones wearing the purple uniforms are the Transylvani team."
"Huh?" Fudge was startled. So the one being brutally beaten on the field was... the England team?
No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible... Before the game, Ludo told him that the England team was invincible in training matches and was aiming for the World Cup championship, and he even asked him to beat England to win.
Why is this different from the script?
When Fudge thought that he was celebrating his opponent for a long time, his chest felt a little cramped.
Seeing that the minister looked wrong, Umbridge immediately asked with concern: "Mr. Fudge, are you okay? Why don't you go and take a rest first."
"I...I'm fine." Fudge said through gritted teeth.
Seeing that the Transylvanian team got another free throw, he, who had just praised the referee for being fair, said angrily:
"What's wrong with the referee? Did he buy it? Why didn't he give England a penalty?"
Umbridge was murmuring in her mind. Atron No. 7 had just choked his opponent, knocking him off the broom.
For such a bad move, if no penalty is given, the referee has already given face to him, so how can he give England a penalty kick?
If it were really given, it would not be a body hair whistle, but a pure black whistle.
But Fudge didn't care. In his opinion... if the England team didn't take twenty more penalties than the opponent, it was because the referee was collecting dirty money!
"Why not go to the British referee?" Fudge asked again.
Although Umbridge is a true fan of the quadrennial, she has learned a lot of knowledge temporarily, so she explained carefully:
"Quidditch World Cup referees have avoidance rules...the referee of the game must not be from the same continent as either of the two teams participating in the event."
"Hassan Mustafa is an Egyptian wizard and a referee appointed by the Quidditch Committee of the International Federation of Wizards."
After hearing about the International Confederation of Wizards, Fudge suddenly stopped talking. He slumped in his chair and looked at the arena with dull eyes.
What a mess... I wanted to show my face, but ended up showing my butt!
Although Rove knew that the heat would lead to death and was not optimistic about England winning the championship, he did not expect that they would be so abused by the small Transilvani team.
This match looked like a Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw... as easy as a father beating his son.
"Rolf, this shows that you still don't watch enough games."
Professor McGonagall, a 50-year-old fan, commented sharply: "The England national team never disappoints people."
"This team needs Gene," Margery joked.
"Who is Gene?" Shirley asked curiously.
"Former captain of the English Quidditch team, he was famous for 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 scold the batter for his inability and use his body to take ‘special care’ of the opponent’s key players.
When one hundred behind, the opponent's chaser will be directly kicked out by Gene."
"..."
Ridicule is ridicule, but England are really playing like weaklings now. Except for the choke just now, they are either committing fouls or diving crazy... just like Lin Daiyu in the penalty area.
"Oh, no, another goal, the score has expanded to 240:0." Ludo, as the commentator, lost the enthusiasm at the beginning.
He put a lot of Galleons on England. After explaining the game, he may go to the rooftop to find a good seat.
"What the England team has to do now is to break the scoring drought and prevent themselves from being shaved off... This is absolute adversity, who can stand up?
It's Atron holding the ball again... He's double-teamed by three people, passing the ball... You're a one-man guy... ahem... a unique scoring machine!"
Atron was intercepted again, and he dived again to try to cheat a free throw. Perhaps out of giving the host some face, Hassan Mosta finally blew the whistle.
"Atlon took the penalty, with a determined look in his eyes..." Ludo prayed: "I hope he can score... the ball is scored!"
Ludo shouted: "Twelve-yard sonic boom, a beautiful goal, the arc almost hit the goalkeeper's head... big heart... I have to look at the desperate situation..."
Ludo's voice stopped suddenly because the whistle sounded, and the Seeker of Transvania had just raised his arm.
He caught the Golden Snitch!
The game is over!
390:10!
When England captain Atron landed on the Firebolt, his eyes were no longer determined, but a little confused.
who I am,
where am I,
Is it because we beat our opponents with 390 points?
"No one expected that the England team, for which we had high hopes, suffered a shocking upset in the opening game and fell at the hands of Transvania." Ludo sighed:
"Although it is a pity that we were not able to achieve a result that everyone is satisfied with...but I believe that these young men will adjust their condition well and prepare for the next game..."
Ludo's words were drowned in the noisy shouts, and only the audience in the stands shouted:
