Elena quickly turned around the three goal hoops, narrowly blocking the Quaffle thrown by Marcus Flint, and once again blocked the Slytherin team's four-man attack.
Double team attack.
Immediately afterwards, the girl took serious aim at the Slytherin player in front of her, oh no, the goal. She raised a cheerful smile on her lips, gently threw up the Quaffle in her hand, and the thirty or so small silver balls on the broom were
The stars sparkle in the sun.
If anyone has learned about sports in the non-magical world before, they can see that Elena's posture at this time is somewhat similar to the power movement when serving in volleyball. The right hand that charges back like an arrow seems to emanate.
Smells of death.
"No! Everyone, get out of the way! Raise the height!"
Looking at the Quaffle thrown high, Marcus Flint's pupils shrank violently, he shouted loudly to the surroundings, quickly pulled up the broom, and swung it from side to side in the sky irregularly.
Just a few minutes ago, chaser Adrian Pusey thought this would be an excellent opportunity to steal the ball, so he boldly dived towards Elena, and the result... In short, he used his body to make a
A perfect example of a mistake.
boom!
The bright red Quaffle cut through the sky like a ball of fire, blasting straight ahead.
Compared with her previous roaming and attacking 76 when she was a seeker, Elena's ball path, which can only move around the three goal hoops, is severely restricted. In addition, the Quaffle is not like a ball.
The bludger has the magic power of small-scale automatic navigation and automatic acceleration, and its lethality and destructive power have dropped by more than one level.
Unless there is another idiot who dares to fly towards her ball, it will still not be that easy to shoot down these nimble Quidditch players. After all, the Slytherin team opposite is also a real two-time champion.
Team.
Without her appearance, according to the progress in the original work, they would even continue to win this year's Quidditch championship.
However, as the game progressed, all the players on the Slytherin team no longer had any expectations for the Quidditch Champions Cup - Elena Kaslana was like a steel plate with nails nailed on it, firmly blocking
Before the freshman team's goal ring, every attack of the Slytherin team must be carried out with the awareness that it may be shot down at any time.
Although under the care of Professor Dumbledore and the treatment of Professor Apokalis, even a fall from a high altitude would not be life-threatening, but it is still unrealistic to return to the arena within a few minutes.
According to usual experience, it usually takes until the end of the game for the little wizards who were shot down from the air by Elena to appear in the player lounge intact, sharing the sadness of failure with everyone - of course, healing.
The magic text can only heal the physical trauma and the psychological shadow of being shot down, and it usually takes days or even weeks to slowly recover.
However, even in such a desperate situation, the Slytherin team still showed admirable resilience.
Knowing that there was almost no chance to defend the Quidditch Academy Cup, Marcus Flint still led the remaining four players to maneuver back and forth quickly on the field, desperately defending Malfoy and others, and at the same time, whenever there was a chance, he
Relying on their numerical advantage, they launched an attack on the goal guarded by Elena.
Although it is necessary to rely on the seeker to end the game, as a chaser and a batter, facing a completely zero-blocked game with no game experience, even if you rely on the Golden Snitch's extra points to win, it is not the same as a disastrous defeat.
Too many differences.
Even just scoring one goal can make the current Slytherin team feel a little better.
Unfortunately, facing the Slytherin team's four-person double-team attack, Elena was still able to guard her three goal hoops with ease. The gap between ordinary middle school players and the mixed-race Veela who was born with an affinity for flying was too big.
Big.
"Oh, it's so scary~"
boom!
"Well, that's too much~"
boom!
"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous~"
boom!
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"That's enough! This isn't a Quidditch match at all, this is outrageous!"
After once again narrowly escaping the Quaffle of Death bombarded by "Magical Girl Elena", Marcus Flint, as the captain, spit on the ground hatefully, took the initiative to pull up his broom and walked away.
The first half of the freshman team.
With Flint returning to the defensive half during the offensive phase, it also marked that the Slytherin team had completely given up on scoring. If they continue to attack at any cost, there will only be two results - either they will be defeated due to loopholes in the defense.
Draco Malfoy and others continued to score goals to expand the score, or they were directly knocked off the broomstick by the "Quaffle of Death" because they did not dodge in time.
"Back to defense! Back to defense! Create space to lock in their goal!"
Marcus Flint quickly turned his broomstick, returned to his own half, cooperated with the two batters to interrupt the Quaffle from Ron Weasley, and began to chase the rest of the ball.
Players pass the Quaffle back and forth to create space.
"No more waiting for the score, go catch the Golden Snitch!"
At the same time, Flint raised his head and shouted loudly at Seeker Terrence Higgs, who was hovering above.
"Higgs! Go and put an end to this bad game. Even if we can't win the Quidditch Cup in the end, we must at least let these first-year students taste the taste of failure - we will cover you!"
You know, every long-distance throw from Elena is an excellent offensive opportunity for the freshman team.
Under the blessing of the "Charm and Fury" state, the combat power exploded by Draco, Ron and others was no less than that of other members of the official Quidditch Academy team. Goalkeeper Blake alone could not withstand them at all.
The Slytherin team's only hope lies in catching the Golden Snitch.
Following Flint's command, Terrence Higgs, who had previously been involved in the offensive formation compression and assisting defense tactics, nodded solemnly, quickly raised his altitude and floated around the court, squinting his eyes.
The vast stadium carefully searched for the fleeting golden light of the Golden Snitch.
At this moment, a thin silver figure suddenly appeared in front of Terrence Higgs, blocking more than half of his field of vision, and flexibly circled around him to harass him, making him unable to concentrate on searching.
Golden Snitch.
"Go away! Brat!"
Higgs waved his arms vigorously, trying to drive away the annoying figure hovering next to his broom.
Seeker of the Hogwarts freshman team, Harry Potter.
But no matter how hard he drove his broomstick, turning left and right in the sky, he could not get rid of Harry who was flying beside him. Flying side by side at high speed in the air was a very dangerous thing, and the collision of the two broomsticks
It was very likely that they would die together, and Terrence Higgs had to refocus his attention on how to get rid of Harry.
The fierce confrontation on the court below continued, and not many people noticed the entanglement taking place in the sky.
Of course, Lee Jordan was still explaining endlessly.
"Slytherin regained possession - Flint seemed to give up the attack - he rounded Hannah Abbott in an attempt to deflect the Quaffle again - beautiful, combined strike from Gower and Crabbe created
A powerful Bludger attack - this made me seem to see the figures of George and Fred - I have to say that the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor personally trained a pair of powerful rivals for themselves - but
Anyway, as long as you can give Slytherin a good beating, that's good... Sorry, Professor, I just want to liven up the atmosphere - now Draco Malfoy has the ball again - a standard goal fake
Action pass - Ron Weasley in space - the ball goes in - it's 120-0 now! Unbelievable!"
A series of cheers rang out across the Quidditch pitch again. Although there was not the evenly matched attack that people had expected, being able to enjoy the feeling of the Slytherin team being pressed to the ground and rubbing against each other was enough to make most people
The students were extremely excited.
In fact, with the wonderful performances of Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe, factions have already begun to divide within Slytherin House. Some of the young wizards of Slytherin House
Already waving the Hogwarts flag, standing on the edge of the pitch to cheer for the three stars of his own school.
In the Gryffindor stands, Hagrid frowned, his expression not so happy.
"I really don't understand what Harry is doing? Why isn't he looking for the Golden Snitch?!"
The tall Hogwarts gamekeeper put down his binoculars and muttered unhappily.
"If I hadn't seen him play a few games before, I almost thought he hadn't inherited James's flying talent. It's been almost half an hour, and as a seeker, he hasn't made any sound on the court..."
"Dead game, I guess Elena and the others want to play a 'dead game' as the final curtain call."
Hermione raised her head and glanced at the scoreboard next to the arena, and said with some uncertainty.
"You mean zero points at double point differential?!"
Hagrid was startled slightly, with a hint of expectation and excitement in his voice, and his eyes lit up quickly.
"Yes! As long as Harry can hold off Slytherin's Seeker, judging from the current situation, the score will only gradually get bigger and bigger - winning the game is only a temporary glory, but if it is completed in the final'
A zero-break game will nail the Slytherin team to the rack of shame forever, that’s great!”
Unknowingly, the score difference on the scoreboard on the side of the Quidditch match has widened to a huge gap of 110 to 0. There are still 40 points left to form the worst "dead end" of Quidditch.
Scored.
According to the rules of the standard Quidditch format, if the scores are the same in a game, the team with more goals will be judged to win. If the final score exceeds 300 points, it is called a double kill...
In order to avoid double kills, most teams usually take the lead in admitting defeat.
However, judging from the current situation, it is almost impossible for the Slytherin team, as a two-time former champion, to actively choose to surrender. In other words, once the score exceeds 150 points, Harry will be the most terrifying butcher knife.
.
As Harry Potter continued to harass Higgs, the Slytherin team and all the spectators present gradually came to their senses. Discussions about the 'dead end' slowly spread in the audience, and everyone was
Starting to get excited.
Compared to Elena who chooses to directly use absolute violence to destroy the opponent's body, the other players on this freshman Quidditch team are obviously not harmless benefactors - this is no longer just a shrimp ball,
This is clearly shrimp and pig heart!
Gradually, the Slytherin team became more and more violent, turning the next game into an extremely dirty and desperate counterattack. They watched helplessly as the score was gradually opened up by Draco Malfoy and others.
, the Slytherin players were like trapped animals and began to use all means to counterattack, desperately trying to stop the little wizards' offensive.
The batsman Bol directly swung the bat and hit Ron on the back of the head hard from behind. Ron's nose hit the broom handle and bled quickly, and the Quaffle in his hand was naturally circled.
Flint next to him stopped.
Immediately afterwards, another batsman, Derek, hit Draco in the face with his elbow, knocking the boy into a circle or two in the air. He finally managed to control the broom from sliding down, but it was originally
There was an obvious bruise on his pale and thin face, and his rapidly swelling cheek seriously affected Malfoy's vision.
Although Mrs. Hooch sentenced the freshman Quidditch team to a penalty kick, injuries and physical exhaustion prevented Ron and Draco from fully seizing the opportunity. They only hit one ball and barely expanded the score to 140 points.
.
On the other side, Gower and Crabbe also received special attention. The two were pushed by Flint and another chaser and hit the stands around the stadium.
They rolled several times, held their stomachs in some pain, and gasped heavily - during the pushing process, the two of them also received several black punches.
Obviously, as the hope of victory became increasingly slim, the Slytherin team gradually entered the final madness.
Witnessing all these abominable acts, Mrs. Huo Qi and the audience below let out waves of angry roars.
"Foul! Foul! Extremely serious foul!"
Mrs. Hooch screamed at Flint, "Hogwarts varsity free throw!"
However, as the game time went by, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and others who were originally in a state of excitement had little physical strength left, and they were even more weakened by several consecutive personal attacks.
their combat effectiveness.
"……Let me do it."
Hannah Abbott, who had been protected by the boys in the center, was silent for a few seconds. She took the initiative to take the Quaffle from the swollen-eyed Malfoy, and slowly flew to the Slytherin team's goal with a calm look.
Look at the boy directly in front of you.
"Sorry, I originally promised Elena not to use this move before I fully master it..."
"only……"
Hannah looked around at the little wizards around her. Her eyes passed over Ron who was bleeding, Draco who had swollen eyes, Crabbe and Goyle who were clutching their stomachs and gasping for air. There was a look in their eyes.
There was a hint of familiar indifference among the members of the Slytherin team. They took a deep breath, clenched the Quaffle in their hands, and let out a series of low roars.
"rua, rua, rua, rua, rua, rua, rua, rua..."
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Two chapters in one! Today there is only one chapter!