Chapter 354 The Devil Is In The World

Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium, auditorium.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his usual position at that moment, cheerfully watching the energetic students below, contemplating the teaching plan for the coming week, checking for any omissions in the arrangements by Elena, and pondering on Hogwarts' relationship with the Ministry of Magic and the Guiling Pavilion in the coming months.

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

The pensive Dumbledore regained his composure, furrowed his brow, and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a boy from Hufflepuff house pointing at Elena, while she said something excitedly, holding the black ball in her hand and rolling her eyes in his direction.

And many more?

Black ball? Could that be...

Just before Dumbledore could respond, he saw a black shadow shoot out of Elena's hand like lightning, cutting through the slightly hazy air before the storm, forming a thin channel and heading towards the ground, toward his face.

Most terrifying was that the speed of the shadow continued to accelerate, and almost simultaneously as the whistling of the wind reached Dumbledore's ears, the shadow had appeared less than five meters in front of his nose.

"Oh, Merlin."

Dumbledore's face changed, his tall, slender figure blurred for a moment and instantly disappeared from the spot, instinctively moving into the empty space to the left of the stands, dodging the menacing errant ball.

Boom!

In the next moment, it seemed like the menacing black ball, with the breath of the goddess of death, passed through the remains of Dumbledore's left spot and crashed onto the attic floor of the wooden stands, effortlessly destroying a dozen inches of thickness. The wooden scoreboard flew from the other side of the stands amidst the wooden splinters.

After hovering in the air for a moment, the errant ball adjusted its angle again, and continued its trajectory towards the only target around, but this time it was much slower, at least allowing Dumbledore to easily raise his right hand, with the index finger slightly lifted, pointing forward.

"Stop."

Dumbledore said clearly, without any spell, the roaring ball instantly stopped in the air, floating peacefully, like a harmless salted fish who had lost its ideal.

So... is it really just an errant ball?

Over the years, how many children in school Quidditch competitions have had to face mischief or deception?

Dumbledore gazed at the black leather ball in the air, and as he focused on the barely visible fingerprints on the ball, he unconsciously shrank back, and looked down at the Quidditch pitch with an expression of extreme amazement and complexity.

At this moment, a small mixed-breed Meiga jumped out and greeted him joyfully, just like her movements in the stands not long ago, oh, undoubtedly careful and whimsical... It's the nature rooted in the soul of all elves and girls.

Looking at the fiery white fluff ball, Dumbledore suddenly felt his chest starting to ache again.

The old man started to worry, depending on his current physical condition, could he hold on until he left Hogwarts on his graduation day, or would he go mad, or eventually not be able to bear watching the lazy child perish beside him?

...

Below the stands, Quidditch Stadium.

"Well, that was very easy to avoid. The ghost is really a magical ability."

Elena raised her eyebrows slightly bored, leaned on her hands, and lightly jumped from the edge of the stand.

As for Dumbledore's performance in stopping the ball, it inadvertently showed a wandless spellcasting full of style. Although it was so far away, in the eyes of Elena, who had been paying attention to the old man's movements, it was natural.

It must be said that even as he ages, Dumbledore's magic and body have entered a period of decline from their peak, but he has reached an extraordinary realm in terms of spellcasting abilities and magical achievements, even Grindelwald is notably inferior to Dumbledore.

It is known that after what seemed to be a seemingly audacious test, Elena gained a very important strength information.

Compared to many years of old, autistic, and malnourished old potatoes, the risk factor of spicy old radishes is significantly higher. With Elena's current strength, the success rate of close-range physical attacks will not be too high. In the future, in case of conflict, the safest way will be to open a position with Dumbledore for long-range shootouts as much as possible.

Of course, as for the current situation, the two temporarily bound individuals should not have taken an unexpected turn.

Elena thought about it, turned and sneakily looked at the wizards around the Quidditch stadium.

Whether it was the first-year students, the senior Quidditch players, or even Mrs. Huo Qi, they all remained in a state of bewilderment, as if the errant ball had pierced through the stands and shattered their souls.

"Now, Mr. Zakaris, I'll ask you again."

Elena leaned forward cunningly like a little demon, and slowly approached the small Hufflepuff wizard with blonde hair. As the girl's steps drew closer, the crowd automatically parted to the sides like a tide. Only the poor boy in the center, who was as stiff as a stone statue, remained.

"Are you really ready to challenge my preparation?"

"I..."

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

"Uh, yo, quiero decir..."

The boy opened his mouth and found his voice so dry that he was surprised at himself. He felt as if a heavy rock had been leaned on his chest, and he had to use all his energy to make an effort.

I don't know why, the conversations Mrs. Huo Qi had with Elena suddenly came to mind. "Could this flying ball kill someone?" "It never happened at Hogwarts, but someone got hit on the chin..."

Elena looked at the little wizard trembling like a sieve in front of her. She shook her head helplessly. These children's mental qualities were really poor, and they had the courage to get into trouble. As a result, they couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"Um, actually..."

After thinking it over, Elena smiled slightly, showing a gentle expression, trying to lighten the mood a little.

However, the sudden bright smile of the girl unconsciously turned into a cruel grimace of a demon in front of Zakarias, and it became the last straw that broke Zakarias's psychological defense.

"Demon, demon! Quidditch is terrible, terrible, I won't play Quidditch, I won't play."

Before Elena's words fell, I saw Zakarias suddenly drop the broom he had in his hand and run towards the Quidditch Stadium exit with a roll, nothing like the earlier sky. It's aggressive.

"Wait, stop! Who the hell are you talking about?! Have you ever seen a demon that you like?!"

Elena Xing's eyes widened slightly, shouting loudly at Zakarias's back.

Hearing the sound from behind, Zakarias Smith seemed to have accelerated a few minutes from the field, almost disappearing into the players' tunnel at a speed close to flight.

"..."

Elena looked at Zakarias, who was fleeing like a ghost, and caught a glimpse of panic on the faces of her classmates, still shaking their heads helplessly, sighing slightly tired.

"Ah, I wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary person, but all I got was alienation and doubt. Forget it, I won't pretend, confrontation, um, I'm very powerful... Now, let me directly assign everyone their position."

Ignoring the panic and concern on the faces of the four Quidditch Academy team members, Elena fixed her gaze directly on the first-year students around Mrs. Huo Qi and nodded satisfactorily.

Compared to the older students, this group of wizards is obviously much better at accepting new things. The horror and confusion in most people's eyes have disappeared, leaving only fanatical adoration and fighting spirit. It's the golden generation in the original book. The golden generation of China really has excellent psychological quality.

Elena cleared her throat and said softly.

"First of all..."

"First of all! They must not be beaters!"

Just then, a panting voice came from behind Elena.

I saw that Dumbledore didn't know when he had arrived at the Quidditch Stadium. One hand pressed against his heaving chest, his long white beard quivered, and his face was slightly contorted. I didn't know if it was because Elena was found again. One of the talents was excited, or if it was caused by the pain of a sudden heart attack.

"Not only that, chasers and keepers, don't even think about it! Otherwise, I'd rather they stay on the ground all my life, and I would never agree to participate in any Quidditch match."

Goo ~ Today's chapter is 2,800 words long!

It's barely possible to consider 1.5 chapters ~ mua ~ the fat hen loves you all ~

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