Of course, there is another reason......

As is customary at Hogwarts, after each Quidditch match, it is usually around mealtime, and in front of a distant audience, the enthusiastic Hogwarts will never cruelly refuse guests from the table.

Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Physical Education, had long learned about Hogwarts cuisine from other colleagues, and he had not had the opportunity to go to Hogwarts a few times before, but finally found a reasonable reason - if the new team could win the championship, Dumbledore hoped that he would recommend several of the young wizards to go to the national team for tryouts during the holidays.

Anyway, according to Dumbledore, there will be a family of enthusiastic wizards attached to the training ground to take care of the food and lodging, as long as the children can play in the court most of the day, or train along, it will be enough.

For Ludo Bagman, it was just a matter of signing on his hand, and he responded quickly.

............

At the same time, the players in the locker room.

The players of the freshman team solemnly changed into their own silver-white robes, and everyone did not speak during the change of clothes, if nothing else, this should be the last time they will wear this uniform.

Ron Weasley carefully touched his shirt, he didn't know if others felt the same way he did, as if it was about to be the curtain call of his career, hoping that time could slow down indefinitely.

Kiss~

While Ron was still in a daze, he felt a soft touch imprinted on his forehead, a faint fragrance quickly swept through his nose, and a few strands of silver hair gently brushed his face in the afterglow.

It seems like a century has passed, and it seems like only a moment has passed.

Ron immediately reacted to what had happened, his face and ears almost immediately turned red, he felt that his ears might be the same color as his hair now, and his ears were constantly steaming out as if they were on fire.

And beside him, Harry, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and other little boys have similar expressions, and the only one with a normal face is the third sister Hannah, who is inseparable from Elena every day.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time for a decisive battle has come!"

After kissing the team members on the foreheads in turn, Elena smiled and clapped her hands, her lake-blue eyes shimmering with a shimmering shimmer, and whispered in a tone that sounded like a song to Ron.

"Let's take out those Slytherins together and win this final game cleanly-"

Rumble!

With Elena's voice, Ron felt as if his blood was boiling, and a few strands of blood inadvertently appeared in his eyes, and the confusion and anxiety were all gone, leaving only an extreme desire for victory.

"Kill them!"

"Win the game!"

"Tear through their defenses!"

"No one can stop us from victory!"

Everything in the world didn't seem to matter at this moment, as long as he could protect this smile, this voice, and this team's victory, even if the opponents were all riding fire dragons, he would dare to rush up and tear apart their defenses.

"Okay, it's time, let's go-"

Ron walked out of the locker room after Malfoy and Harry and walked onto the pitch, a noise coming in.

More than three-quarters of the young wizards were waving flags with the Hogwarts crest painted on them, or a pair of silver flags with outstretched wings, and the sound of more than two hundred young wizards behind the Slytherin goalposts wearing green ornaments was completely drowned out by the cheers and shouts of most of the young wizards in the school.

"The Hogwarts Freshman Team is on the field!"

Lee Jordan, who was in charge of the game's commentary, shouted excitedly.

"Caslana, Abbott, Potter, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Weasley, this is the first mixed house team in Hogwarts' history, and the strongest freshman team destined to be remembered in Hogwarts Quidditch history—"

"Oh, and the Slytherin team is on the field, led by captain Flint, a strong team that has won two consecutive Quidditch House Cups, but unfortunately their current all-time record against the freshmen is a total loss-"

In the increasingly strong sound, the players on both sides slowly approached Ms. Hodge in the center of the court.

"Shake hands with the captains!" said Mrs. Hodge.

Elena and Flint stepped forward, quickly touched their hands and let go, without saying anything more.

Marcus Flint was going to take the opportunity to say a few trash words, but when his eyes met the eyes of the group of young wizards behind Elena, he suddenly subconsciously froze, and a very bad sense of foreboding appeared in his heart.

He had never seen such a terrifying and frenzied gaze, even Draco Malfoy, who usually looked the best bully, as if he was not facing a group of first-year students, but a group of fire dragons who had been hungry for days.

How are these junior students......

"All of you get on your broomsticks and listen to my whistle!"

Before Flint could figure out what was happening, Mrs. Hooch's calm voice rang in his ears.

"Three...... Two...... One ......"

Mrs. Hooch's whistle was drowned out by cheers all around, and fifteen broomsticks quickly rose into the sky.

Marcus Flint stared at the flying ghost ball thrown high in the sky, and confidently reached out as usual, ready to control the first attack with the length of his arm, but the foreboding before he took off quickly turned into reality.

Syllable!

Ron Weasley went straight through Flint's arm like a flame and flicked the Quaffle into the hands of Draco Malfoy on the side, the Slytherin team didn't seem to expect to lose the ball at the beginning, and all the players were flying forward as soon as possible!

"Foul!" Flint slammed into Malfoy's back from behind, and the Quaffle flew off Draco Malfoy's shoulders - wait! Hannah Abbott appeared at Quaffle's position, but it wasn't a hand-off - it was an inverted pass! Ron Weasley was already flying next to Hannah - Wow! Goyle and Crabbe actually hit a relay combo, and Marcus was hit directly by the turning Bludger and fell behind- Now it's a three-on-one standard eagle head attack, and the Quaffle is passed back and forth between the three of them, and Monty can't resist it at all—the Quaffle goes to Malfoy's hand—beautiful, the ball goes in! Ten to zero, Hogwarts Freshmen lead!"

Draco Malfoy swung his fist hard and slid across the court, turning his head to look at Marcus Flint, his eyes burning as if two scorching flames were burning.

Flint's cheeks twisted, and he rushed towards Malfoy with a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to knock him straight down.

Facing Marcus Flint rushing towards him, Draco Malfoy red-eyed and fearlessly turned the broom handle to meet Marcus's broomstick, without the slightest intention of dodging.

As the broomsticks were about to collide with each other, Flint rolled to the side in embarrassment, out of the way, and roared loudly at Draco Malfoy's back with a grim face.

"Bastard! you kid is crazy?!"

"This is the first! and fourteen!"

After staggering his figure, Draco Malfoy jerked his broomstick and hovered in mid-air as he watched Flint say calmly, although he was slightly inferior to Harry in terms of emergency stopping talent, but he was still far superior to the bulky Marcus Flint.

"You, alright, look for death!" Flint looked more and more hideous, and was about to continue crashing into Malfoy.

"That's enough!" Lady Hooch shouted, swishing between the two, "foul! Deliberately ram the chaser, a free throw from the Hogwarts freshmen!" Malfoy, next time you do this, you will eat a free throw!"

At Mrs. Hooch's whistle, Malfoy flew to the Slytherin goal to take the penalty.

"I'm starting to impress you, Draco!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly from the commentary podium, "That's it!

With Draco Malfoy's first two goals, the whole game instantly entered the white heat, and both the Slytherin team and the new team collided and confronted each other in the sky as if they were enemies of life and death.

Although the freshmen were slightly weaker in terms of physical fitness, with a courage that came out of nowhere, everyone seemed to have improved by two or three steps in strength, reflexes, and endurance, and they stubbornly resisted the Hogwarts Quidditch champion team from the previous two years.

Of course, the most important thing is......

As laid out before the game, Malfoy and Gower only need to be fully responsible for the attack.

"- Slytherin possession, again as before, everyone on the freshman team stayed in the half-court position and did not return to the defense, now it was three Slytherin chasers and two batsmen attacking the goal of the freshman team - they were facing Elena Caslana's goal - oh my God, Elena saved the ball again!"

"World-class! This is world-class flight and reaction speed, Elena Kaslana has proven that no matter what position she is, she is the Silver and White Lord soaring over the Hogwarts sky!

Lee Jordan's voice suddenly became excited, as if he was expecting something.

Rumble!

The next moment, with the sound of howling wind, a straight hole in the air pierced the entire Hogwarts arena, shooting squarely in the direction of the Slytherin goalpost at the other end of the field.

All the Slytherin players who stood in the way of the ball quickly pulled up their broomsticks to avoid being shot down.

Bang!

The Quaffle slammed into the metal goalposts with a terrifying bang, and the Slytherin's goalposts visibly shook as if they had just been hit by a rampaging dragon.

"Tsk, did you miss it again? It's so far away, it's really hard to aim!"

Elena flicked her wrist and gave a dangerous smile as she glanced at the scoreboard next to the arena.

"Sixty to zero, you have to work hard! catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to escape the game!"

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Chapter 2!!Mom!!