Chapter 74 Rnm, Return the Money!

In a Quidditch match, as players continue to score goals, there will be different names.

For example, when you score two goals, it is called a double; when you score three goals, it is called a hat trick.

When a person scores nine goals, he will be jokingly called merciful... that's enough.

But if it reaches more than ten goals, the evaluation will take a sharp turn and become... poor character.

Can you be a bad player with bad character? !

However, the British fans at the scene all hope that the English players can be "bad players".

After all, the opponent is the Transylvania team, which is ranked last, and the salary is far lower than that of England. If you don't abuse the three-digit point difference, will you be worthy of the fans?

But as the Transylvania team scored first, the audience soon realized that something was wrong. It was indeed a bad player... but it was the England team that was abused.

In just half an hour, the England national team was scored thirteen goals by the Transylvania team "without any character", and the score was directly 130:0.

The audience was completely confused. I was the underdog?

Seeing a Chaser use the sloth tree-rolling action to cleverly avoid the Bludger and throw the Quaffle into the basket, Fudge in the top box cheered.

"Beautiful goal!"

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

They watched Fudge cheering and were a little overwhelmed.

The England team was being abused, and you, the British Minister of Magic, were clapping. Which country are you from?

Isn't it crazy, or secretly participating in gambling and betting on Transylvania to win?

Umbridge came over and whispered: "Minister, the team wearing blue uniforms is the England team, and the team wearing purple uniforms is the Transylvania team."

"Ah?" Fudge was shocked. So the team that was abused on the field was... England?

No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible... Before the game, Ludo told him that the England team was invincible in the training match and aimed at the World Cup championship, and he also asked him to bet on England to win.

How is this different from the agreed script?

Fudge felt a slight pain in his chest when he thought that he had been celebrating for his opponent.

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

"I... I'm fine." Fudge gritted his teeth and said.

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

"What's wrong with this referee? Did he buy it? Why didn't he give England a free throw?"

Umbridge was muttering in his heart. Just now, No. 7 Atlon had locked his throat and knocked his opponent off his broom.

For such a bad move, not giving it a penalty was already a face-saving move by the referee. How could he give England a free throw?

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

But Fudge didn't care. In his opinion... England didn't have 20 more free throws than the opponent, which meant that the referee took bribes!

"Why not use the British referee?" Fudge asked again.

Although Umbridge was a true fan who attended the Quidditch World Cup once every four years, she had learned a lot of knowledge on a temporary basis, so she carefully explained:

"There are avoidance rules for referees in the Quidditch World Cup... The referee of the match must not be from the same continent as any of the two teams participating in the match."

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

Fudge was silent when he heard about the International Confederation of Wizards. He slumped in his chair, staring at the stadium with his eyes blank.

It was a mess... I wanted to show my face, but I ended up showing my butt!

Although Rolf knew that the favorite would lose and was not optimistic about England winning the championship, he did not expect it to be beaten so badly by the small Transylvanian team.

This game looked like a match between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Quidditch teams... It was as easy as a father beating his son.

"Rolf, this shows that you haven't watched enough games."

As a 50-year-old fan, Professor McGonagall commented sharply: "The England national team never disappoints people in terms of disappointment."

"This team lacks Gene." Margaret joked.

"Who is Gene?" Shirley asked curiously.

"Former captain of the England Quidditch team, he is famous for malicious fouls." Rolf explained:

"When falling behind by 30 points, Gene will encourage his teammates to work harder. When falling behind by 50 points, he will criticize the beaters for not being strong enough and use his body to "specially take care" of the opponent's key players.

When falling behind by 100 points, the opponent's chaser will be directly disabled by Gene's flying kick."

"..."

Joking aside, England is really playing like a soft egg now. In addition to the throat lock just now, they are either faking fouls or diving wildly... just like Lin Daiyu in the penalty area.

"Oh, bad, another goal, the score has expanded to 240:0." As a commentator, Ludo has lost his initial passion.

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

"What the England team needs to do now is to break the scoring drought and prevent themselves from being shaved bald... This is absolutely adversity, who can stand up?

It's Artron holding the ball again... He is double-teamed by three people, pass the ball... You unique... cough cough... unique goal machine!"

Atron was intercepted again, and he dived again to try to cheat a free throw. Perhaps to give the host some face, Hassan Mosta finally blew the whistle.

"Atlon takes the penalty, with a determined look in his eyes..." Ludo prayed: "I hope he can score... the ball is scored!"

Ludo roared: "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 Transvania's Seeker 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:

"England, can you stand up to us?!

Is it worth it? "

RNM,

Get your money back! ! "

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