Quidditch is arguably the most important sport in the wizarding world.

As a multi-player team aerial confrontation, except for a very few wizards who dislike Quidditch due to special factors, the vast majority of wizards, regardless of whether they are good at flying or not, enjoy this high-speed, dangerous and exciting sport.

To be precise, it has even become a symbol of the wizarding world today.

Underage wizards ride broomsticks in their backyards to simulate Quidditch, students at Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny and other schools of witchcraft and wizardry form teams to play Quidditch, and thousands of wizarding stars around the world make Quidditch their profession, attracting hundreds of thousands of fans every year.

In fact, one of the necessary factors to determine whether a country has a healthy Ministry of Magic is to see if the country's Ministry of Magic has its own Department of Magical Sports to control and organize Quidditch-related sports in the country.

In addition, there are large specialized professional organizations such as the International Quidditch League, and every official professional match has a trained wizarding ambulance team on standby on the sidelines in case of emergency—a combination of thoughtful and complete logistics that cannot be fully popularized on the battlefield even during the Wizarding Wars.

So, in other words......

"As long as you don't get directly hit by black magic, even if you are hit by Bludger's cheekbones, you can save them in time?"

In the middle of the open Quidditch court, Elena glanced at the team of professional therapists standing on the edge of the court, and nodded with satisfaction - compared to Hogwarts, the professional Quidditch team had a much more reasonable staffing ratio.

In this way, she finally doesn't have to be afraid every time, afraid that the sniper will be too strong and she won't have time to rush to the rescue.

As a mixed-race girl, Elena is comparable to a devil from hell when it comes to fiddling with emotions.

In just three words, Brandon Doon and a group of Quidditch players had already been provoked by her, and without hesitation for long, they chose a regular three-on-three Quidditch offensive and defensive match under Elena's language squeeze.

The rules are simple, the two sides take turns to attack and defend the Quaffle, and the team that gets 30 points first wins.

"Oh, little one, you don't have to worry too much. Over the years, there have only been two jaw crushes in the entire Jurassic Quidditch Pitch, not to mention that we're all professional players and know how to control the power......"

Hearing Elena's voice, the burly Quidditch players standing in front of the girl grinned.

"However, the pain may not be avoidable, and Quidditch has never been the realm of a lady. ”

"Don't worry, I'll be careful to control the strength, I hope you professionals can hold on to my hands for a few more minutes-"

Elena smiled slightly, and responded lightly-for-tat, her eyes flashing with eagerness.

"Anyway, try to please me as much as you can...... At least it will make your failures a little worthwhile. ”

With the skills she had cultivated in her previous life when playing games, in terms of pre-game trash talk, Elena thought that she was definitely the wave of people at the top of the field of this era, if it weren't for the image, she could have let these simple wizards see in advance what it means to be an old mother of Zuan who is irritable and elegant.

"You, sharp-toothed little girl, you'd better pray not to ......"

"Alright, Rexey, don't mess with the little one. Are you going to quarrel with an eleven or twelve-year-old girl?"

Another Quidditch player patted his partner on the shoulder and said in a helpless tone.

"When they win 30 points cleanly, they will understand the difference between professional and student competitions. ”

"Oh, of course ......"

Little?

Shorty?

Hehe......

Anyone taller than 1.2 meters will have to cry for me later!

A look of danger flashed in Elena's eyes, and with a casual flick of her wrist, the sweeping seven-star broom that belonged to her jumped nimbly into her hand, and the silver star imprint glittered in the sunlight, as if it was a sealed soul fragment.

"Alright, don't talk, get on the broom. ”

Brandon Doon, who was acting as the interim referee, cleared his throat and glared at his players.

Although he was a little annoyed by Elena's provocation, Brandon Doon didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that he is middle-aged, Doon is not like those young and vigorous players, he is well aware of the stinky problems of some children from pure-blood wizarding families, especially this kind of children who Dumbledore personally greets, it is normal to be arrogant and willful.

To deal with this kind of little kid with the disease of the young master and the princess, you only need to crush the past once with absolute strength, and everything will be solved - the children have always been simple, and the transformation from arrogance to complete convincing is actually very simple.

On the contrary, for those young players who couldn't hold their breath, Brandon Doon was more dissatisfied in his heart.

After a few seconds of deep thought, Brandon Doon raised his palm and said in a serious tone.

"Five minutes, I'm just going to give you five minutes. If you can't finish the game within five minutes...... Hum. Then maybe from next week, a few of you will be temporarily relegated to the bench and wait until you have the right attitude before coming into the starting line-up. ”

"Now, it's time for the game!"

Without much foreshadowing, Brandon Doon blows the silver whistle hard while throwing the Quaffle to Elena.

Although according to the practice of three-on-three matches, the players on both sides should have determined the order of the first attack and defense by guessing the punch, but considering the huge age gap between the two sides, Elena's side naturally directly won the ball for the first attack.

However, strictly speaking, this is not a huge advantage.

Whenever they fail to attack, or concede a ball in the middle of a pass, the ball naturally goes back to the official players of the English Quidditch national team – which, in Doon's view, means the end of the game at the same time......

Rumble!

Before the Quidditch manager could finish his thoughts, a pillar of red light pierced the sky.

With a deafening bang, the chaser Rexey, who had just risen into the air for less than five seconds, fell from the sky at a faster speed, slammed into the field next to Brandon Dourne, and fainted cleanly.

"Ambulance team, come in! Ready to rescue. ”

I saw Elena float down with a broomstick, calmly giving instructions, and at the same time pulling the ghost fly ball from the body of the young player who had just called her a little bit in the midst of Brandon Dourne's dull gaze and the dust flying in the sky.

The silver-white devil gently shook the slightly deformed red magic ball in his hand, slowly rose into the air, looked at the two British Quidditch stars on the opposite side who seemed to have been hit by the petrification charm, showed a happy smile on his face, and said softly.

"The first, rest assured, he is not in danger of life, just a little painful. ...... Five minutes, you have five minutes, and if you manage to make it to the end of time, I'm willing to call you the strongest. ”

"Now, with my permission, you can start running away......"

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Mommy!Chapter 2!!6000 Words Update Achieved!Mommy!!

Lovely Elena begging for refills ~ begging for a monthly pass ~

If the above two are wooden, then the new UP master "half a round-faced fat chicken" ~ humble and ask for three ~ ~