Chapter 354 The devil is in the world (thanks to the leader of the leather armor)
Hogwarts, Quidditch pitch, auditorium.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his exclusive seat at this time, looking happily at the energetic students below, thinking about the teaching plan for the next week, and whether there was anything missing in Elena's arrangements.
place, and what the relationship between Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, and Gringotts will be in a few months.
At this moment, there seemed to be a dispute in the center of the Quidditch pitch below.
Dumbledore, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses, frowned, and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a boy from Hufflepuff Academy raising his arm and pointing at Elena, saying something loudly with an excited expression, while Elena was playing with the black ball in her hand leisurely, while turning her gaze to
the direction he was in.
etc?
Black leather ball? That can’t be…
Then, before Dumbledore could react, he saw a black shadow blast out of Elena's hand like lightning, penetrating the slightly dull air before the thunderstorm, forming a thin channel, heading straight towards
It hit him in the face.
And the most terrifying thing is that the speed of the black shadow is still accelerating - almost at the same time that the whistling wind sounded in Dumbledore's ears, the black shadow had already appeared less than five meters in front of his nose.
"Oh, Merlin."
Dumbledore's expression changed, his tall and thin figure blurred for a moment, and he disappeared instantly. He subconsciously used Phantom to move to the empty space on the left side of the stands, avoiding the terrifying Bludger.
boom!
The next moment, the black bludger that seemed to carry the breath of the goddess of death passed through the afterimage of Dumbledore left in place, and slammed into the attic floor of the wooden stand, effortlessly destroying the more than ten inches thick
The wooden board flew out from the other side of the stand amid the flying sawdust.
After hovering in the air for a while, the Bludger changed its angle again and continued to rush towards the only target around. However, this time the speed was much slower than before - at least it was able to make Dumbledore
When you have time, raise your right hand easily, with your index finger slightly raised, pointing forward.
"Stop."
Dumbledore read clearly. Without any spells, the menacing Bludger seemed to be frozen. It instantly stopped in mid-air and floated quietly, just like a harmless salted fish that had lost its ideals.
So... is this really just a bludger?
Over the years, that troublemaker has the children had to face in the school Quidditch game?!
Dumbledore glanced at the black leather ball in the air. When his eyes fell on the few faintly visible tiny fingerprints on the ball, he unconsciously shrank slightly and looked at Quidditch below with a shocked and extremely complicated look.
court.
At this time, a certain mixed-race little Veela had jumped down from the box and was waving at him happily, just like his actions in the stands not long ago - well, there is no doubt that he is petty and willful...
…This is the nature that is rooted deep in the souls of all Veela and girls.
Looking at the majestic white-haired dumpling, Dumbledore suddenly felt pain in his chest again.
The old man began to worry a little. With his current physical condition, whether he could survive until the day when this child graduated and left Hogwarts - he estimated that he would either be pissed to death, or sooner or later he would be unable to bear it and fight with this child.
The skin boys died together.
…
Below the stands, the Quidditch pitch.
"Tsk, I was dodged so easily. Apparition is truly a magical skill."
Elena raised her eyebrows boredly, held up her hands, and jumped down from the edge of the crate lightly.
As for Dumbledore's subsequent attempt to stop the Bludger, he inadvertently showed off his skillful wandless spellcasting. Even though he was at such a long distance, it was clearly visible to Elena, who had been paying attention to the old man's movements.
It has to be said that even as he grows older, Dumbledore's magic power and body have entered a period of decline from their peak state, but he has also reached an otherworldly realm in terms of spell-casting skills and magical attainments - even Green
DeVoe is now far inferior to Dumbledore.
You know, after such a seemingly reckless trial, Elena obtained some very important information about her strength.
Compared with the old potato who has been autistic for many years and is malnourished, the risk factor of spicy old radish is obviously much higher. With Elena's current strength, the success rate of physical attacks at close distances will not be too high. In the future
In the event of a conflict, the safest approach is to stay as far away from Dumbledore as possible and snipe from a distance.
Of course, judging from the current situation, the two people temporarily tied to a rope should not suddenly fall out.
Elena thought for a while, turned her head, and glanced quietly at the wizards around the Quidditch pitch.
Whether it is the first-year freshmen, the senior Quidditch players, or even Mrs. Hooch, they are still in a sluggish state, as if the Bludger is penetrating the stands and taking their souls with it.
It's the same as breaking through.
"...Now, Mr. Zacharias, let me ask you again."
The corner of Elena's mouth curved with a hint of cunning like a little devil, and she walked slowly towards the yellow-haired Hufflepuff wizard. As the girl's footsteps approached, the crowd automatically separated to both sides like a sea wave.
, only the poor child in the middle was left, frozen in place like a stone statue.
"Are you really ready to challenge me?"
"me……"
Zacharas Smith's face had turned pale, and his eyes had long moved back from the hollow in the stands in the distance. His eyes were full of fear and confusion. He finally realized what kind of terrible devil he had provoked.
"Uh, I, I mean..."
The boy opened his mouth and found that his voice was so dry that he was shocked. He felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his chest, and he had to use all his strength to speak out every word.
For some reason, the previous conversations between Mrs. Hooch and Elena suddenly emerged from his mind - "This bludger, could it kill someone?" "Never in Hogwarts.
But someone’s jaw was broken…”
Elena glanced at the little wizard in front of her who was shaking like a sieve, and shook her head helplessly - the psychological quality of these children is really poor, they have the courage to cause trouble, and now they can't even say a complete sentence.
.
"Well, actually..."
After thinking about it, Elena smiled slightly, showing a gentle smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little.
However, the girl's sudden bright smile fell into Zacharis's eyes and turned into a cruel sneer of the devil unknowingly, becoming the last straw that broke Zacharis's psychological defense.
"Devil, devil! Quidditch is so scary, so scary. I won't play Quidditch anymore. I won't play anymore."
Before Elena could finish her words, Zacharias suddenly dropped the broom in his hand and ran towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch, without any of the arrogance he had before.
So aggressive.
"Wait, stop! Who are you calling the devil? Have you ever seen such a cute and beautiful devil?!"
Elena's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she raised her voice and shouted at Zacharias's back.
Hearing the sound coming from behind, Zacharius Smith seemed to speed up his escape from the court a little faster, almost disappearing into the player tunnel in front at a speed that was close to flying.
"..."
Elena glanced at Zacharis who ran away as if he had seen a ghost. Her peripheral vision flashed across the faces of the surrounding students who still had fear that had not dissipated. The corner of her mouth twitched helplessly, and she said slightly tiredly.
Sighed.
"Well, I originally wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary person, but all I got in exchange was alienation and doubt. Forget it, I won't pretend anymore, let's show my cards, well, I'm just awesome... Now, let me make the distribution directly.
Everyone’s position is better.”
Ignoring the frightened and worried expressions on the faces of the four members of the Quidditch Academy team, Elena turned her gaze directly to the first-year students next to Mrs. Hooch and nodded with satisfaction.
Compared with senior students, this group of young wizards are obviously much more capable of accepting new things. The horror and confusion in most people's eyes have disappeared, leaving only fanatical admiration and fighting spirit - worthy of the original novel.
The golden generation of the protagonist group really has excellent psychological quality.
Elena cleared her throat and said softly.
"first……"
"First of all! You absolutely cannot be a batsman!"
Just then, a breathless old voice sounded from behind Elena.
I saw that Dumbledore had arrived at the Quidditch pitch at some point, with one hand pressing his violently heaving chest, his long white beard trembling, and his face slightly distorted. He didn't know it was because he discovered Elena again.
Excited about a gift, or caused by pain caused by a sudden heart attack.
"Not only that, forget about chasers and goalkeepers! Otherwise, I would rather keep you on the ground for the rest of your life than allow you to participate in any form of Quidditch game."
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Gu~ Today is a big chapter of 2800 words!
It’s okay to just count it as 1.5 chapters~Mua~ Fat Chicken loves you~
Anyway, the quantity mentioned in the recent chapter has not been reached, so everyone should take a step back~