Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium, auditorium.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his own position at this time, looking at the energetic students below happily, thinking about the teaching plan for the next week, and whether there were any omissions in Elena ’s arrangement The place, and what the mode of Hogwarts' relationship with the Ministry of Magic and the Guling Pavilion will be in a few months.

It was at this time that there seemed to be a dispute at the center of the Quidditch stadium below.

The contemplative Dumbledore recovered, frowned, and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a boy at Hufflepuff College pointing his arm at Elena, and she said something excitedly, while Elena played the black ball in her hand, while turning her eyes. In his direction.

and many more?

Black ball? That would not be ...

Immediately before Dumbledore responded, he saw a black shadow popping out of Elena's hand like lightning, breaking through the slightly dull air before the thunderstorm, forming a thin channel, facing towards the ground Pounced on his face.

The most frightening thing is that the speed of the shadow is still accelerating, and almost at the same time when the whistling wind sounds from Dumbledore's ear, the shadow has appeared less than five meters in front of his bridge of nose.

"Oh, Merlin."

Dumbledore's face changed, his tall and thin figure blurred a moment, and disappeared in place instantly, subconsciously using the phantom to move to the empty space on the left side of the stand, avoiding the terrible roaming ball.

boom!

At the next moment, it seemed that the black roaming ball with the breath of the goddess of death passed through the remnants of Dumbledore ’s left place and smashed into the attic floor of the wooden stand, destroying a dozen inches of thickness without any effort. The wooden board flew out from the other side of the grandstand among the flying wood chips.

After hovering around in the air, the wandering ball adjusted its angle again, and continued to rush towards the only target around, but this time it was a lot slower than before, at least to allow Dumbledore time Raise your right hand easily, with your index finger slightly raised, aiming forward.

"Stop."

Dumbledore said clearly, without any spells, that the roaring ball was frozen as if it had been frozen, and instantly stopped in the air, floating quietly, just like a harmless salted fish that lost its ideal.

So ... this is really just a walking ball?

Over the years, in the school's Quidditch competition, which kid has to face the trick or treat? !

Dumbledore glanced at the black leather ball in the air, and when he focused on the looming small fingerprints on the ball, he unconsciously shrank slightly, and looked down at Quidditch with a shocked and extremely complicated look. court.

At this time, a mixed-race little Meiwa had jumped off the box and was happily waving to him, just like his movements in the stands not long ago, um, no doubt, be careful and willful ... It is the nature rooted in the soul of all elves and girls.

Looking at the blazing white hair ball, Dumbledore suddenly felt his chest start to hurt again.

The old man began to worry, depending on his current physical condition, could he support him until he left Hogwarts the day he graduated, or he would be mad at him, or he would sooner or later be unable to bear with the skin child perish together.

...

Below the stands, the Quidditch Stadium.

"Huh, it's so easy to be avoided. The phantom is really a magical skill."

Elena raised her eyebrows a little boringly, supported her hands, and jumped lightly from the edge of the crate.

As for Dumbledore's follow-up to stop the ball, he accidentally showed a skillful wandless cast. Although it was so far away, in the eyes of Elena who had been paying attention to the movement of the old man, it was naturally a glance.

It has to be said that even as he grows older, Dumbledore ’s magic and body have entered a period of decline from the peak, but he has reached an extraordinary field in terms of spell casting skills and magical attainments, even if it is Grindelwald. Now it is already far inferior to Dumbledore.

You know, after such a seemingly rash test, Elena got a part of very important strength information.

Compared with many years of autism and malnourished old potatoes, the risk factor of spicy old radishes is significantly higher. With Elena ’s current strength, the success rate of physical attacks at close range will not be too high. In the future In the event of a conflict, it is the safest way to open a position with Dumbledore for long-distance sniping as far as possible.

Of course, as far as the current situation is concerned, the two people temporarily tied to a rope should not have suddenly turned their faces.

Elena thought about it, turned her head, and glanced quietly at the wizards around the Quidditch stadium.

Whether it is the first-year freshmen, the senior Quidditch players, and even Mrs. Huo Qi, they are still in a dull state, as if the roaming ball penetrated the stands and their souls were The breakdown is the same.

"... Now, Mr. Zakaris, I will ask you again."

Elena bent a little bit of cunning like a little demon, and walked slowly towards the yellow-haired Hufflepuff little wizard. As the girl's footsteps approached, the crowd automatically separated to the two sides like the tide. Only the poor child in the middle, who was stiff like a stone statue, remained.

"Are you really ready to challenge my preparation?"

"me……"

Zaccaras Smith's face had turned pale, his eyes had already moved back from the empty stand in the distance, his eyes were full of fear and confusion, and he finally realized what a terrible demon he had provoked.

"Uh, I, I mean ..."

The boy opened his mouth and found his voice so dry that he was shocked by himself. He felt as if a heavy boulder had been pressed on his chest, and he had to use all his energy to make it reluctant.

I do n’t know why, the conversations that Mrs. Huo Qi had with Elena suddenly came out of his mind. "Is this roaming ball, could it kill people?" "There was never in Hogwarts, but someone Was smashed over his chin ... "

Elena glanced at the little wizard who was shaking like a sieve in front of her. She shook her head helplessly. The mental qualities of these children were really poor, and they had the courage to cause trouble. As a result, they couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Um, actually ..."

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

However, the girl's suddenly bright smile fell on Zakarias 'unconsciously turned into a cruel sneer of a demon, and became the last straw to overwhelm Zakarias' psychological defense.

"Devil, devil! Quidditch is terrible, terrible, I won't fight Quidditch, I won't fight."

Before waiting for Elena's words to fall, I saw Zakarais suddenly dropped the broom in his hand, and ran to the exit of the Quidditch Stadium with a roll, not at all like the sky before. Is aggressive.

"Wait, you stop me! Who the devil do you say ?! Have you ever seen such a devil you like ?!"

Elena Xing's eyes glared slightly, shouting loudly towards Zakarais' back.

Hearing the sound from the rear, Zakaris Smith seemed to have accelerated a few minutes from the court, almost disappearing into the player tunnel in front with a speed approaching flight.

"..."

Elena glanced at Zakaris who ran away like a ghost, and Yu Guang flew over the panic in the surrounding classmates' face, still twitching her mouth helplessly, slightly tired. Sigh.

"Ah, I wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary person, but the only thing I got was alienation and doubt. Forget it, I do n’t pretend, showdown, um, I ’m very powerful ... Now, let me assign it directly Everyone's position is good. "

Ignoring the panic and worry on the faces of the four Quidditch Academy team members, Elena turned her eyes directly to the first-year freshmen around Mrs. Huo Qi and nodded in satisfaction.

Compared with senior students, this group of wizards is obviously much better at accepting new things. The horror and confusion in the eyes of most people have disappeared, leaving only fanatic worship and fighting spirit. It is the protagonist in the original book. The golden generation of China really has excellent psychological quality.

Elena cleared her throat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said softly.

"First of all……"

"First of all! You must not be a batter!"

Just then a breathless old voice rang from behind Elena.

I saw that Dumbledore did not know when he had arrived at the Quidditch Stadium. One hand pressed against the undulating chest, his long white beard was shaking, and his face was slightly twisted. I did n’t know it was because Elena was found again. One of the talents was excited, or it was caused by the pain of a sudden heart attack.

"Not only that, chaseers and goalkeepers, don't even think about it! Otherwise, I would rather put you on the ground all my life, and I would never agree to participate in any kind of Quidditch match."

Goo ~ Today is a 2,800-word chapter!

It's barely possible to count 1.5 chapters ~ mua ~ fat chicken loves you ~

Anyway, the recent chapter said that the number has not been reached yet, everyone takes a step back ~