"It's scary~"

Elena spun around the three hoops and narrowly blocked Marcus Flint's Quaffle, once again stopping the Slytherin four-man attack.

Immediately after, I saw the girl seriously aim at the Slytherin player in front of her, oh no, the goal, a happy smile rose at the corner of her mouth, and gently tossed the ghost flying ball in her hand, and the thirty or so small silver stars on the broom sparkled in the sun.

If anyone had known about non-magical sports before, they would have seen that Elena's posture at this time was somewhat similar to the power movement of the volleyball serve, and the right hand that was charged backwards like an arrow seemed to exude the aura of death.

"Oh no! everybody, get out of the way!"

Looking at the Quaffle thrown in the air, Marcus Flint's pupils contracted violently, and he shouted loudly around, quickly pulling up his broomstick and swaying from side to side in the sky irregularly.

Just a few minutes earlier, chase Derian Psyey thought it would be a great chance to cut the ball and boldly dived towards Elena, only to ...... All in all, he made a perfect demonstration of error with his own body.

Rumble!

The bright red Quaffle slashed through the sky like a fireball, blasting straight ahead.

Compared to the full-court swing 76 she used to play as a Seeker before, Elena's ball path that can only move around the three goal hoops is severely restricted, and the Quaffle does not have the magic of small-area automatic navigation and automatic acceleration like Bludger, and its lethality and destructive power have dropped by more than one level.

Unless there is another Han Han who dares to fly head-on to her ball, it will not be so easy to take down these nimble Quidditch players, after all, the Slytherin team opposite is also a real two-time champion.

Without her, they would have gone on to win this year's Quidditch Championship as they progressed in the original books.

However, as the game progressed, the Slytherin squad had no expectations for the Quidditch Champions Cup - Elena Caslana was like a nailed steel plate, firmly in front of the nascent team's goal knocker, and every Slytherin attack had to be aware that it could be shot down at any moment.

Although under Professor Dumbledore's care and Professor Apocaris's treatment, even a fall from a height would not be life-threatening, but it was unrealistic to return to the arena in a few minutes.

As a rule of thumb, it is usually not until the end of the game that the young wizards who were shot down from the air by Elena will appear intact in the players' lounge to share the grief of defeat with everyone - of course, healing the magic can only heal the physical wounds, and the psychological shadow of the fall, it usually takes days or even weeks to slowly recover.

However, even in such desperate circumstances, the Slytherin team still showed admirable resilience.

Knowing that there was little chance of defending the Quidditch House Cup, Marcus Flint still led the remaining four players to quickly maneuver back and forth on the field, desperately defending Malfoy and the others, and attacking the goal guarded by Elena at every opportunity.

Although you need to rely on the Seeker to end the game, as a chaser and batsman, facing a match with a complete clean sheet and no game experience, even if you rely on the Golden Snitch to win, it is not much different from a fiasco.

Even just scoring a goal can make the Slytherin team a little bit better now.

Unfortunately, in the face of the Slytherin team's four-man attack, Elena still guarded her three goal hoops with ease, and the gap between the average middle school player and the mixed-race girl who was born with a flying affinity is too big.

"Oops, it's scary~"

Rumble!

"Hmm, it's too much~"

Rumble!

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous~"

Rumble!

......

"That's enough! It's not a Quidditch match at all, it's outrageous!"

After dodging the Death Ghost Flyer bombarded by "Magical Girl Elena" again, Marcus Flint, as the captain, spat on the ground in hatred and took the initiative to pull up the broomstick and move away from the first half of the new team.

With Flint returning to the defensive half in the offensive phase, it also marked the complete abandonment of the Slytherin team's intention to score, and then attacking like this at any cost will only have two results - either because of the return hole and Draco Malfoy and others continue to score to expand the score, or because of the lack of dodge by the "Death Ghost Flyer" directly from the broomstick.

"Defend back, defend back, pull the space to lock up their goal!"

Marcus Flint quickly flicked his broomstick back to his own half, and with the two batsmen, he broke the Quaffle away from Ron Weasley's hand and began to play with the remaining chasers back and forth to pull the Quaffle.

"Don't wait for the score any longer, go catch the Golden Snitch!"

At the same time, Flint raised his head and yelled at Seeker Terrence Higgs, who was hovering overhead.

"Higgs, go put an end to this terrible game, and even if we don't win the Quidditch Cup, at least give this group of first-year students a taste of defeat - we'll cover for you!"

You know, every time Elena throws over long distances, it's an excellent offensive opportunity for the freshman team.

With the blessing of the "Enchanting Fury" state, the combat power of Draco, Ron and others was not inferior to that of other members of the official Quidditch House team, and the goalkeeper Bleitch alone could not parry it at all.

The Slytherins' only hope is to catch the Golden Snitch.

With Flint's command, Terence Higgs, who had been involved in the offensive formation compression and defensive tactics, nodded solemnly, quickly raised his altitude and swam over the court, squinting his eyes and carefully searching for the flash of golden light of the golden snitch in the vast court.

At this moment, a thin silver figure suddenly appeared in front of Terrance Higgs, blocking more than half of his field of vision, and flexibly hovering around him, making him unable to concentrate on finding the Golden Snitch.

"Fuck off, stinky boy!"

Higgs flailed his arm vigorously, trying to dispel the annoying figure hovering beside his broomstick.

Hogwarts Freshman Seeker, Harry Potter.

But no matter how much he drove the broomstick through the sky, he couldn't get rid of Harry whooshing around him, flying side by side at high speed in the air was a very dangerous thing, and the collision of the two broomsticks was very likely to end up together, and Terrance Higgs had to refocus on how to get rid of Harry.

The fierce confrontation on the pitch below continued, and not many people noticed the entanglement that took place in the sky above.

Of course, Lee Jordan is still talking about the commentary.

"Slytherin regains possession - Flint seems to have given up on the attack - he bypasses Hannah Abbott in an attempt to deflect the Quaffle again - beautifully, Goyle and Crabbe's combined shot creates a powerful Bludger attack - it makes me feel like George and Fred - I have to say, the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor have trained themselves to be a pair of fierce rivals - but either way, as long as you can beat Slytherin hard, that's good...... Sorry, Professor, I'm just getting the atmosphere up - now Draco Malfoy is back on the ball - standard goalmouth feint pass - Ron Weasley is in the open space - the ball is in - it's 120 to 0 now! Unbelievable!"

The entire Quidditch pitch was once again filled with cheers, and although there was not as evenly matched as expected, the feeling of the Slytherin being pressed to the ground was enough to make most of the students excited.

In fact, with the wonderful performances of Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, and Vancot Crabbe, there has been a split within Slytherin House, and some young wizards of Slytherin House have begun to wave the Hogwarts flag and stand on the edge of the court to cheer for the three stars of their house.

In the stands of Gryffindor, Hagrid frowned, his expression not so pleasant.

"I don't know what the hell Harry is doing, why don't you look for the Golden Snitch yet?!"

The tall Hogwarts Hunting Ground guard lowered his binoculars and muttered in a muffled whisper.

"If it weren't for the games I've watched him before, I almost thought he hadn't inherited Jaime's flying talent, it's been almost half an hour, and as a Seeker, he hasn't even made a sound on the field......"

"Deadgame, I guess Elena and the others should want to play a 'deadgame' as the final curtain call. ”

Hermione looked up at the scoreboard next to the arena and said with some uncertainty.

"You mean zero points under the double point difference?!"

Hagrid was slightly stunned, his voice filled with a hint of anticipation and excitement, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, as long as Harry can hold off the Slytherin Seekers, the score will only get bigger and bigger as it stands - winning the game is only a momentary glory, but if the 'clean sheet' is completed in the final, it will nail the Slytherin team to the top of the frame of shame forever, great!"

Before you know it, the difference on the Quidditch sideline scoreboard has widened to a huge margin of 110 to 0, and there is still 40 points to form the worst Quidditch "dead" score.

According to the rules of the standard Quidditch format, if there is a tie in a match, the team with more goals wins, and if the final score exceeds 300 points, it is called a double kill......

In order to avoid a double kill, the vast majority of teams will usually choose to concede defeat first.

It's just that judging from the current situation, it is almost impossible for the Slytherins, as the two-time former champions, to choose to surrender, which means that once the score exceeds 150 points, Harry will be the most terrible butcher knife.

As Harry Potter continued to harass Higgs, the Slytherins and the entire audience began to react, and the discussion of the 'deadend' slowly spread through the audience, and everyone began to get excited.

Compared to Elena, who chose to directly destroy the opponent's flesh with absolute violence, the other players of this Quidditch freshman team are obviously not harmless stubbles - this is not just a shrimp ball, this is clearly shrimp and pig heart!

Gradually, the Slytherin team, which became more and more irritable, turned the next game into an extremely dirty and desperate counterattack, watching the score be pulled away by Draco Malfoy and others little by little, and the Slytherin players began to fight back by all kinds of unscrupulous means like trapped beasts, desperately trying to stop the attack of the little wizards.

Bol, the batter, swung his bat directly and hit the back of Ron's head from behind, Ron's nose hit the broomstick handle, and soon bleeding, and the Quaffle in his hand was naturally broken by Flint, who was hovering beside him.

Immediately afterward, another batter, Derek, slammed his elbow into Draco's face, knocking the boy into a spin or two in the air, and finally managed to control the broom from slipping, but a noticeable bruise appeared on the originally pale and thin face, and the rapidly swollen cheeks seriously affected Malfoy's vision.

Although Lady Hooch sentenced the freshman Quidditch team to a penalty kick, injuries and physical exertion prevented Ron and Draco from fully seizing their chances, hitting only one goal to barely extend the score to 140.

On the other side, Goyle and Crabbe were also taken care of, and the two were pushed by Flint and another chaser and slammed into the stand posts around the court, and the two little chubby mounds rolled in the air several times in a row, covering their stomachs in some pain, panting heavily - and in the process of pushing, the two also received several black punches.

It was clear that as the hopes of victory became slimmer, the Slytherins were in their final frenzy.

Witnessing all these horrific acts, Mrs. Hooch and the audience below let out a roar of rage.

"Foul! foul! extremely serious foul!"

Lady Hodge screamed at Flint, "Hogwarts Freshman Free Throw!"

It's just that with the passage of time in the game, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and others, who were originally in a state of excitement, have long had little physical strength left, and being attacked several times in a row has weakened their combat effectiveness.

“...... I'll do it. ”

Hannah Abbott, who had been protected by the boys in the center, was silent for a few seconds, took the initiative to take the Quaffle from the swollen-eyed Malfoy, and slowly flew to the Slytherin goal, looking at the boy in front of him calmly.

"I'm sorry, I promised Elena not to use this trick until I fully mastered it......"

"It's just ......"

Hannah glanced around at the young wizards around her, her eyes slid over the bleeding Ron, the swollen Draco, the belly-clutching Crabbe and Goyle, and a look of the Slytherin members' familiar indifference appeared in her eyes, she took a deep breath, clenched the Quaffle in her hand hard, and let out a series of low growls.

“Rua，Rua，Rua，Rua，Rua，Rua，Rua，Rua......”

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Damn!

There is only one chapter in two!