Is This Score So Rare?

The pitch, which should have been empty, looked utterly chaotic now.

The mascots from both sides were brawling. The Snarfus blew whirlwinds at the Veela, while the Veela hurled Magic Flame to fend off those aggressive gusts.

Ministry of Magic staff hurried out to maintain order, doing their best to calm the mascots on both sides;

Even after the mascots had calmed down, their magic had not. Magic Flame and whirlwinds tangled together, forming flaming tornadoes, and the grass they passed over caught fire.

The Ministry of Magic staff were drenched in sweat as they dealt with the flames, and the Healers from St. Mungo's were not having an easy time either;

The flaming whirlwinds could move, and soon fire was everywhere. The Healers who came to help had to be extremely careful to avoid the flames all over the ground;

After quite a struggle, they finally managed to reach Vokanov and Volkov, and could wave their Wands to begin emergency treatment.

The supporters of the North American Team had no attention to spare for any of this. All they saw was Vizet, using the most thrilling method possible, not only successfully dodging the pincer attack from the Beaters, but also making them suffer the consequences themselves;

Those supporters rose to their feet, linked hands, lifted them together and lowered them together, like wave after wave rolling across the sea;

They shouted "Lovegood" like mad, and countless flags shook with them, as magnificent as a real ocean.

Ludo Bagman said with passionate fervor, "Sorry, I seem to have run out of adjectives! All I can do is clumsily shout one thing: Lovegood scores again! Two hundred to nil!"

"No telling when the two Beaters will return to the pitch... Without them obstructing him, the North American Team's scoring speed has