Hogwarts, Quidditch Pitch, spectator stands.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his exclusive seat at this time, happily looking at the energetic students below, thinking about the next week's lesson plan, whether there was anything missing from Elena's arrangement, and what Hogwarts' relationship with the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts would be in a few months.

It was at this moment that there seemed to be an altercation in the middle of the Quidditch pitch below.

Dumbledore, who was in deep thought, came back to his senses, frowned, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a Hufflepuff boy raising his arm and pointing at Elena, talking loudly with excitement, while Elena was unhurriedly playing with the black ball in her hand while turning her gaze in his direction.

Wait a minute?

Black balls? That's not going to be ......

Then, before Dumbledore could react, he saw a black shadow blast out of Elena's hand like lightning, piercing through the slightly dull air before the thunderstorm, forming a thin passage that swooped right in his face.

And the most terrifying thing was that the speed of the black shadow was still accelerating - almost at the same time that the wind whistled in Dumbledore's ears, the black shadow had already appeared less than five meters in front of the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, Merlin. ”

Dumbledore's face changed, his tall and thin figure blurred for a moment, and disappeared in an instant, subconsciously using the phantom to move to the empty seat on the left side of the stands, dodging the terrible Bludger.

Rumble!

The next moment, a black Bludger that seemed to have the aura of Death passed through the afterimage that Dumbledore had left in place, smashed into the attic floor of the wooden stand, and effortlessly destroyed the planks that were more than ten inches thick, and flew out from the other side of the stand in the flying sawdust.

After hovering in the air for a moment, Bludger re-angled and continued to charge towards the only target around him, but this time at a much slower pace than before—at least it gave Dumbledore time to raise his right hand easily, and his index finger slightly raised to the front.

"Stop. ”

Dumbledore said clearly, without any incantation, and the menacing Bludger seemed to be frozen, instantly halted in mid-air, floating silently, like a harmless salted fish that had lost its ideals.

So...... Is this really just a Bludger?

In the Quidditch matches at school all these years, the troublemakers that the kids had to face?!

Dumbledore glanced at the black ball in mid-air, and when his eyes fell on the small finger prints that loomed on the ball, he unconsciously shrank slightly, and looked at the Quidditch pitch below with a shocked and extremely complicated look.

By this time, a certain half-breed baby had jumped out of the box and was waving at him cheerfully, just as he had done in the stands not long ago—well, no doubt, cautious and willful...... This is the nature that is ingrained in the souls of all girls and girls.

Looking at the white-haired ball, Dumbledore suddenly felt that his chest suddenly began to hurt again.

The old man began to worry a little about whether he would be able to survive until the day when the child graduated and left Hogwarts in his current physical condition - he estimated that he would either be directly, or sooner or later he would be tempted to die with this leather child.

......

Underneath the stands, the Quidditch pitch.

"Tsk, it was dodged so easily, and the phantom transformation is really a magic skill. ”

Elena raised her eyebrows a little boredly, and with her hands propped up, she jumped lightly off the edge of the crate.

As for Dumbledore's follow-up to stop the Bludger, he inadvertently showed his wandless spell with ease, although it was so far away, but in the eyes of Elena, who had been paying attention to the old man's movements, it was naturally clear.

It has to be said that even as he grew older, Dumbledore's magic and body have gone from peak to decline, but he has also reached an otherworldly realm in terms of spell-casting skills and magical attainments - even Grindelwald is far inferior to Dumbledore now.

You know, after such a seemingly reckless temptation, Elena got some very important strength information.

Compared with the old potatoes who have been autistic and malnourished for many years, the risk factor of the spicy old radish is obviously much higher, with Elena's current strength, the success rate of closing the distance for physical attacks will not be too high, and in the event of a conflict in the future, it is the safest way to open up with Dumbledore as much as possible to snipe at a distance.

Of course, judging from the current situation, the two people who are temporarily tied to a rope should not suddenly turn their faces.

Elena thought for a moment, turned her head, and quietly swept her gaze over the wizards around the Quidditch pitch.

Whether it was the freshmen in the first year, the Quidditch players in the upper class, and even Madame Hooch, they were still in a state of sluggishness, as if the Bludger had pierced the stands and their souls as well.

“...... Now, Mr. Zacharis, I ask you again. ”

The corners of Elena's mouth curled up like a little devil's cunning, and she walked unhurriedly towards the yellow-haired Hufflepuff wizard, and as the girl's footsteps approached, the crowd automatically parted like a tidal wave, leaving only the poor child in the middle, who froze in place like a stone statue.

"Are you really ready to challenge me?"

"I, I ......"

Zacharas Smith's face had turned pale, his gaze had long since moved back from the hollow of the distant stand, his eyes were full of fear and confusion, and he finally realized what a terrible demon king he had provoked.

"Uh, I, I mean......"

The boy opened his mouth, and found that his voice was so dry that he startled himself, and he felt as if a heavy boulder had been pressed against his chest, and he had to use all his strength to make every word he spoke.

For some reason, Lady Hooch's previous conversations with Elena popped into his head - "This Bludger, could it kill someone?" "Never at Hogwarts, but someone has had their jaws broken......"

Elena glanced at the little wizard in front of her, who was trembling like a sieve, and shook her head helplessly - these children have really poor psychological quality, and they have the guts to cause trouble, and now they can't even say a complete sentence.

"Well, actually, ......"

After thinking about it, Elena smiled slightly, revealing a gentle smile, trying to ease the atmosphere a little.

However, the girl's sudden bright smile fell on the cruel sneer that had unconsciously turned into a demon in Zachares's eyes, and became the last straw that crushed Zacharis's psychological defense.

"Devil, devil! Quidditch is so scary, so scary, I don't fight Quidditch anymore, I don't fight it. ”

Before Elena's words could fall, Zacharis suddenly dropped the broom in his hand and ran towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch, without the aggressive momentum of the previous one.

"Wait, stop me! Who do you say is the devil?!Have you ever seen such a cute and beautiful devil?!"

Elena's apricot eyes widened slightly, and she raised her voice and shouted at Zacharis's back.

Hearing a voice from behind, Zacharis Smith seemed to flee the pitch a few points faster, almost disappearing into the tunnel in front of him at a speed that was close to flying.

“......”

Elena glanced at Zacharis, who ran away like a ghost, and the afterglow swept over the horror on the faces of the surrounding classmates, the corners of her mouth twitched helplessly, and she sighed a little tiredly.

"Alas, I originally wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary person, but in exchange for only alienation and questioning. Forget it, I'm not pretending, it's a showdown, well, I'm just very good...... Now, it's up to me to assign each person's place directly. ”

Ignoring the frightened and worried expressions on the faces of the four Quidditch House team members, Elena turned her gaze directly to the first-year students beside Lady Hooch and nodded with satisfaction.

Compared with the senior students, this group of young wizards is obviously much stronger in their ability to accept new things, and the horror and confusion in the eyes of most people have disappeared, leaving only fanatical worship and fighting spirit - worthy of the golden generation of the protagonist group in the original book, and the psychological quality is really excellent.

Elena cleared her throat and whispered.

"First ......"

"First of all, you must not be a batsman!"

At that moment, a panting old voice sounded from behind Elena.

I saw that Dumbledore had come to the Quidditch pitch at some point, one hand pressing on his violently undulating chest, his long white beard shaking, his face slightly distorted, and he didn't know if it was because he was excited to discover another talent for Elena, or because of the pain caused by a sudden heart attack.

"Not only that, chasers, goalkeepers, don't even think about it! Otherwise, I'd rather have you pinned to the ground for the rest of my life than allow you to participate in any form of Quidditch matching. ”

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Goo~ Today is a 2800-word chapter!

It's okay to barely count chapter 1.5~Mua~Fat chickens love you~

Anyway, the number of chapters recently hasn't been reached.,Everyone take a step back~.