Chapter 114: Snake and Badger (Another big chapter!)
Huha~huh~
Severe breathing.
Elena leaned behind Derek, who was acting as a temporary human shield, and carefully opened the clothes on her left waist.
"hiss--"
A shocking scorch mark appeared on the originally snow-white and delicate skin. It was the wound left by Marcus's curse. The hot curse even burned some of the clothing fibers into the wound, causing an unpleasant smell.
The burnt smell.
The girl's right hand, which was hit by the freezing spell, was shaking uncontrollably. A thin layer of frost spread downwards from her right shoulder. She knew that the skin underneath must have been an ugly dark blue color without looking.
The flying fragments of the stone wall scratched the back of her hands and cheeks, leaving slight traces of blood.
Elena's own black walnut wand had already flown to nowhere. After she was hit by the first disarming spell, she lost the cover of the bright light and fell into complete passivity. Fortunately, she
For a moment, she rolled over to the unconscious Derek, lifted him up, and blocked the volley of spells, otherwise she might have been lying on the ground at this time, being slaughtered.
Of course, the students of Slytherin House were not completely unscathed. Not far from Elena, two boys who tried to catch the silver-haired little witch up close were still kneeling on the ground with their faces twisted and clutching their lower bodies.
Groaning in pain.
If Marcus hadn't reacted in time, maybe he would be one of them now. Even so, he could still feel the pain from time to time on the small bruised muscle on the inner thigh.
"What should we do now, Marcus? As you can see, this little girl is so cruel that she can't get close at all."
Chaser Terrence Higgs raised his wand straight ahead and shouted at Marcus helplessly.
"Yeah, why don't we forget it this time. If we delay it any longer, someone will come. If so many of us are allowed to bully a first-grade girl..." Goalkeeper Miles Blige also nodded.
The head is smooth.
The members of the Slytherin team, who have always admired brutal violence and strong thinking, although they didn't say it with their mouths, at this time, they had somewhat complicated emotions in their hearts towards the Hufflepuff first year who was hiding behind Derek.
She is just a first-year freshman who only mastered the flash technique, but she was able to deal with nearly ten senior students for so long. The spell that hit her was like hitting a statue that knew no pain. Even if it were them
You can't do this yourself.
If a person's noble act of staying behind and helping his companions escape only earns them some respect. Then, pretending to be knocked unconscious by a magic spell on the ground, luring them to approach, and then suddenly launching a sneak attack like a lurking poisonous snake,
It simply made everyone feel cold.
So much so that even now everyone can see that Elena is at the end of her rope, no one is willing to take the initiative to approach her. The girl's lake-blue cold eyes hiding flames are like poisonous snakes that keep spitting out messages.
Being on the verge of despair exudes an aura of danger.
"You losers who can't do anything when you see a pretty girl, I'll do it!"
Glancing at the retreating team members around him, Marcus Flint showed a hint of irritation on his face. He originally just wanted to ask for an explanation and give him a lesson, but he never thought about it.
Things will be delayed to this extent.
Based on his understanding of these guys, he had no doubt that these guys might even run away without moral integrity to pursue the dangerous and beautiful girl ahead of them after this encounter.
God knows how powerful this kind of rebellious, shrewd, cunning, fierce, and beautiful girl is to the boys from Slytherin House.
"Wait a minute, Derek is still blocking her..."
Chaser Terrence Higgs hesitated to dissuade him, and subconsciously reached out to hold down Marcus' arm. He was also a sixth-grade student, and he was not as afraid of Marcus as other players.
"That's better, he won't feel any pain anyway."
Marcus Flint violently waved his arm to break away from Terrence's hand, waved his wand vigorously, and his arm spun rapidly like a windmill, roaring.
"Get out of my way! [Powerful Impact] Obstreperetur!"
A thick beam of red light was emitted from the front end of his wand, and struck the unconscious Derek mercilessly. The powerful impact hit Derek's body, making a crisp sound as bones dislocated.
Elena felt as if she had hit a speeding truck head-on. An unstoppable force came from Derek, knocking both her and Derek off the ground at the same time.
Bang!
Derek's heavy body flew several feet, hit the wall, and slowly slid down.
The powerful impact caused Elena to roll and collide on the ground several times before stopping. Elena, who fell on the marble floor, propped herself up with her left elbow, gritted her teeth and raised her head to look at Marcus, who was grinning.
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"What a disgusting look. Aren't you very powerful? Please forgive me. Maybe I will let you go."
Marcus held the wand, walked slowly to a position four or five meters away from Elena, and stopped cautiously.
"Bah, come here if you can. Coward."
Elena spat out saliva mixed with a bit of blood, her thin and delicate shoulders shook unconsciously, and a trace of pain appeared on her face.
If nothing else, her right shoulder should have been dislocated, and she could no longer even exert the most basic strength. Elena felt helpless in her heart - indeed only magic can fight against magic.
Hearing Elena's words, Marcus's proud smile froze, and he felt the bruise on his inner thigh begin to hurt again.
"I want to see how long you can keep your stubbornness." Marcus licked his big teeth maliciously, raised his wand high, his eyes filled with crazy pleasure.
It seemed that some hardship was inevitable. Elena's pupils tightened, and she subconsciously raised her still movable left arm to block her face.
"Collapse!"
A dazzling red beam pierced the air.
Marcus Flint's happy expression froze on his face, and at least three or four beams of different colors hit him, knocking his strong and burly body directly away from Elena.
"There are many obstacles!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Armor protection!"
“Fossils turn to mud!”
"Acid attack!"
"All petrified!"
A large number of chaotic and rapid sounds of chanting curses sounded from the direction behind Elena.
Countless cursed rays of light passed over the girl's head and flew towards the Slytherin seniors directly in front. They collided with the curses emitted by the Slytherin team members and exploded into fireworks-like light balls.
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"This is..." Elena, who was lying on the ground, turned her head and looked back.
I saw Susan, Hannah and the dark Hufflepuff students rushing over from behind. Countless little wizards, both familiar and unknown, were waving their wands and joining the battle. Many of them were even wearing pajamas. , wearing slippers.
"Elena, we are late." Seeing the terrible scars on the girl's body, Hannah covered her mouth tightly, tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes, and she carefully protected Elena behind her.
"You're right. If we can't protect our friends and junior students, we're still not Hufflepuffs, and we're not even wizards."
Cedric Digory, who was wearing a wizard hat crookedly on his head, glanced at Elena, who was covered in scars. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He never thought that the girl would face criticism in such a tough way.
"You successfully protected your friend, now it's our turn to protect you."
After saying that, Cedric raised his wand, stepped forward, and rushed forward with a group of howling little badgers, "Let those little snakes see the anger and unity of Hufflepuff!"
"Terence, what are you still doing? Go and call someone in the lounge. These Hufflepuffs are crazy! Haven't you seen it yet? This is definitely a well-planned act of revenge."
Miles Black, the goalkeeper of the Slytherin team who finally escaped a curse, turned his head and roared loudly.
The proud Slytherin House has never been so aggrieved as it is today. It was unexpectedly blocked by a group of Hufflepuff students not far from the common room and beaten with intensive spells.
"I'll be right back, hold on!"
After taking a look at the approaching Hufflepuffs and the three-way intersection that had turned into a terrifying battlefield, Miles Blackie's expression changed and he quickly ran towards the Slytherin common room in the back.
"Everyone, come out! Hufflepuff is coming!"
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Meanwhile, Hogwarts Great Hall.
Dumbledore is discussing and communicating with professors about the teaching plan and implementation of the first day of [Hogwarts Military Training].
After a day of teaching, it is inevitable to encounter various problems and situations, and communication between professors is naturally essential.
"Oh, yes, the conflicts between the colleges will be reduced. This is one of the goals we want to achieve."
"Don't worry about the situation in the magic world. I will choose some of them to respond personally this morning."
"Yes, yes. As a school, we have always neglected the physical health and growth of students, so that some students are too weak."
"In mixed grade-level training, Gryffindor will bring the motivation to strive for progress, Slytherin will let them know how to protect themselves and pursue honor, Ravenclaw will help them learn new skills, and the gentle and friendly Hutch Patch will skillfully integrate the four academies."
"Severus, your method is good. I think we really need to consider giving students more safety during the course."
"McGonagall, are you talking about Elena Kaslana? Don't worry, that child is not bad in nature. And it won't be long before the atmosphere of Hufflepuff's house will make her more down-to-earth and stable."
Dumbledore waved his hands with a relaxed expression. After experiencing things like mortgaging the school, threatening the Sorting Hat, and ransacking the cafeteria, his mentality has stabilized a lot.
What's more, from the friendly and cooperative atmosphere in the first grade last night, it can be seen that Elena has indeed gradually become more obedient and steady.
boom!
With an anxious face and panting, Justin put one hand on his knees and the other on the door of the auditorium. Before he could adjust his breathing, he raised his head and shouted towards Dumbledore.
Before he could finish speaking, a series of crisp air bursts sounded from the middle of the auditorium.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Several house elves with ears as big as bat wings appeared in front of the teacher's chair with frightened expressions.
"Mr. Dumbledore, something serious has happened! Students from Hufflepuff House and Slytherin House are fighting! There are hundreds of people, and the number is still increasing."
"What did you say!"
McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and others stood up anxiously, and everyone including Professor Quirrell looked at Dumbledore who was sitting in the center.
"Uh-huh!"
The relaxed smile on the old man's face suddenly stopped, he frowned and subconsciously pressed his chest, and his tall and strong body swayed slightly.