Chapter 216
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 216
As Professor Flitwick swung down with his right hand, the court immediately became lively.
"Passed out!"
"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"
"All petrochemical!"
"Grind and hooray!"
The little wizards in the first grade immediately shouted their spells and swung their wands at their opponents.
All of a sudden, spells of various colors moved back and forth on the field.
It's just that the battles of most first-year little wizards are extremely ugly.
Using the "terms" of Scott's previous life, most of the first graders can only "stand up and output".
They act as fixed targets for each other, and usually the one with the better spell accuracy wins easily, or both lose out altogether.
What's more, quite a few unlucky ones were hit from behind by spells cast by the young wizards of other groups.
On the side of the court, Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape waved their wands again and again, moving the fallen wizards to the side of the court, Madam Pomfrey was waiting there with a sullen face.
With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer little wizards who are still fighting on the field.
The few little wizards that Scott paid attention to were still on the field.
Except Morgan Avery.
She had beaten the Hufflepuff boy relatively easily and was walking to the edge of the court with her chin held high.
Scott sat on the platform and looked around.
Luna and Ginny's duel seemed evenly matched.
Luna moved deftly, Ginny attacked sharply, and the two were evenly matched for a while.
Of course, "dexterity" and "sharpness" are only relative to other first-year little wizards.
Jacob's fighting style is steady.
His movements are unhurried, but very methodical, and the matching of spells is also very thoughtful.
Although his opponent, the girl from Gryffindor, attacked swiftly, he also resolved them one by one.
Without using spells beyond the first-grade textbook, Jacob is also steadily marching towards victory.
Scott began to focus on Savannah, who had a druid heritage.
At this time, Savannah was a little embarrassed.
Her opponent, the haughty-looking Slytherin boy, had firmly gained the upper hand.
Savannah seems to have not used her inherited magic.
She just relied on a spell that was not as good as her opponent's to deal with it. Gradually, her performance became weaker and weaker.
But she still did not lose.
In other words, her opponent didn't let her down.
Scott reached out and snatched the monocular from Eddie's hand and put it in front of his eyes, his field of vision immediately zoomed in.
The Slytherin boy had a mocking grin on his face.
He waved his wand from time to time, but let his spell pass by Savannah every now and then.
Clearly, he was playing tricks on his opponent.
Savannah seemed to throw up her hand and throw in the towel, but the boy swung a spell directly into her face.
Judging from the way he mouthed, the mantra he was chanting was "fire roasted hot la la".
If one is hit by this poisonous spell, large and ugly boils will immediately appear on the skin.
In an instant, the expression on Savannah's face changed.
She suddenly bent over to avoid the spell, and threw away the wand in her hand.
Then, she opened her mouth and yelled something.
In the startled eyes of the Slytherin boy, two vines emerged from the lawn under his feet, wrapping him tightly like a giant python.
Immediately afterwards, Savannah, who was on all fours on the ground, had her long, smooth hair suddenly exploded.
Like a wolf, she ran up to the boy on all fours.
Leap up and punch.
The shimmering fist hit the boy hard on the face.
At the same time, the vines wrapped around the boy retracted to the ground.
The boy's body immediately flew out and was carried on the ground.
He fell into a coma.
The Quidditch pitch fell into silence.
Except for the other little wizards who were still fighting, everyone else looked at this scene dumbfounded.
A few seconds later, there was a sound of exclamation and a gasp.
"Oh……"
"hiss……"
"So... is that our Ravenclaw girl?"
"Yes... yes."
"Oh! Well done, Ravenclaw girl!" Eddie beside Scott began to lead the applause.
Then all the students except Slytherin started cheering and clapping.
On the court, Savannah's hair became smooth again after standing up again.
She looked around blankly at the cheering students in the surrounding stands.
The moment she saw Scott, she suddenly screamed, covered her face with her hands and crouched on the ground.
She buried her face deeply between her knees, where it grew like a mushroom.
"What is that! What is that!"
Eddie screamed excitedly in Scott's ear.
"What magic did that girl use? Do you know, Scott!"
"Of course I don't know."
Scott shook his head with a blank expression on his face.
Eddie still refused to stop, "Did you see that she cast spells without a wand! It's incredible! She's a girl from Ravenclaw!"
"Oh...then...is that Savannah?"
Milton, who was in the classical music club with Savannah, seemed to have just come back to his senses, and his tone was still somewhat confused.
At this time, many students had no interest in watching other people's duels, and began to discuss Savannah's performance enthusiastically.
Especially when she summoned vines just now by casting a spell without a staff, everyone was stunned.
However, the person involved at this time, Savannah, was still squatting on the ground like a mushroom.
Or rather, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.
The will to escape reality is evident.
At this time, the other first-year wizards had already finished their duels.
Jacob and Ginny, who Scott cares about, have already won.
Luna seemed to be attracted by the matter of Savannah, and when she couldn't help but look back, she was hit by the petrification curse by Ginny.
When everyone left the court, Savannah was still squatting in place without moving.
"Miss Doherty! Miss Doherty!" Professor McGonagall reminded her loudly, "You should go back!"
But the girl seemed completely into the mushroom role, deaf to it, motionless.
In the end it was Professor Flitwick who walked up to the field and took her off.
She also covered her face with her hands as she walked off the stage.
In the anticipation of the Ravenclaw students, Savannah did not return to the stands.
She ran back to the castle like a gust of wind.
"Oh, how did she go, I still want to talk to her about that punch." Eddie said regretfully.
Roger laughed and said, "I should warn you, Eddie, if you talk about that punch in front of her, you'll probably be the next one to get punched."
At this time, Professor McGonagall announced that the little wizards of the second grade would start to play.
As the "Boy Who Lived", Harry became the focus of the audience as soon as he stepped onto the court.
Although the ideas are different, the eyes are different.
But there is no doubt that everyone present is looking at him and paying attention to him.
(End of this chapter)
As Professor Flitwick swung down with his right hand, the court immediately became lively.
"Passed out!"
"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"
"All petrochemical!"
"Grind and hooray!"
The little wizards in the first grade immediately shouted their spells and swung their wands at their opponents.
All of a sudden, spells of various colors moved back and forth on the field.
It's just that the battles of most first-year little wizards are extremely ugly.
Using the "terms" of Scott's previous life, most of the first graders can only "stand up and output".
They act as fixed targets for each other, and usually the one with the better spell accuracy wins easily, or both lose out altogether.
What's more, quite a few unlucky ones were hit from behind by spells cast by the young wizards of other groups.
On the side of the court, Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape waved their wands again and again, moving the fallen wizards to the side of the court, Madam Pomfrey was waiting there with a sullen face.
With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer little wizards who are still fighting on the field.
The few little wizards that Scott paid attention to were still on the field.
Except Morgan Avery.
She had beaten the Hufflepuff boy relatively easily and was walking to the edge of the court with her chin held high.
Scott sat on the platform and looked around.
Luna and Ginny's duel seemed evenly matched.
Luna moved deftly, Ginny attacked sharply, and the two were evenly matched for a while.
Of course, "dexterity" and "sharpness" are only relative to other first-year little wizards.
Jacob's fighting style is steady.
His movements are unhurried, but very methodical, and the matching of spells is also very thoughtful.
Although his opponent, the girl from Gryffindor, attacked swiftly, he also resolved them one by one.
Without using spells beyond the first-grade textbook, Jacob is also steadily marching towards victory.
Scott began to focus on Savannah, who had a druid heritage.
At this time, Savannah was a little embarrassed.
Her opponent, the haughty-looking Slytherin boy, had firmly gained the upper hand.
Savannah seems to have not used her inherited magic.
She just relied on a spell that was not as good as her opponent's to deal with it. Gradually, her performance became weaker and weaker.
But she still did not lose.
In other words, her opponent didn't let her down.
Scott reached out and snatched the monocular from Eddie's hand and put it in front of his eyes, his field of vision immediately zoomed in.
The Slytherin boy had a mocking grin on his face.
He waved his wand from time to time, but let his spell pass by Savannah every now and then.
Clearly, he was playing tricks on his opponent.
Savannah seemed to throw up her hand and throw in the towel, but the boy swung a spell directly into her face.
Judging from the way he mouthed, the mantra he was chanting was "fire roasted hot la la".
If one is hit by this poisonous spell, large and ugly boils will immediately appear on the skin.
In an instant, the expression on Savannah's face changed.
She suddenly bent over to avoid the spell, and threw away the wand in her hand.
Then, she opened her mouth and yelled something.
In the startled eyes of the Slytherin boy, two vines emerged from the lawn under his feet, wrapping him tightly like a giant python.
Immediately afterwards, Savannah, who was on all fours on the ground, had her long, smooth hair suddenly exploded.
Like a wolf, she ran up to the boy on all fours.
Leap up and punch.
The shimmering fist hit the boy hard on the face.
At the same time, the vines wrapped around the boy retracted to the ground.
The boy's body immediately flew out and was carried on the ground.
He fell into a coma.
The Quidditch pitch fell into silence.
Except for the other little wizards who were still fighting, everyone else looked at this scene dumbfounded.
A few seconds later, there was a sound of exclamation and a gasp.
"Oh……"
"hiss……"
"So... is that our Ravenclaw girl?"
"Yes... yes."
"Oh! Well done, Ravenclaw girl!" Eddie beside Scott began to lead the applause.
Then all the students except Slytherin started cheering and clapping.
On the court, Savannah's hair became smooth again after standing up again.
She looked around blankly at the cheering students in the surrounding stands.
The moment she saw Scott, she suddenly screamed, covered her face with her hands and crouched on the ground.
She buried her face deeply between her knees, where it grew like a mushroom.
"What is that! What is that!"
Eddie screamed excitedly in Scott's ear.
"What magic did that girl use? Do you know, Scott!"
"Of course I don't know."
Scott shook his head with a blank expression on his face.
Eddie still refused to stop, "Did you see that she cast spells without a wand! It's incredible! She's a girl from Ravenclaw!"
"Oh...then...is that Savannah?"
Milton, who was in the classical music club with Savannah, seemed to have just come back to his senses, and his tone was still somewhat confused.
At this time, many students had no interest in watching other people's duels, and began to discuss Savannah's performance enthusiastically.
Especially when she summoned vines just now by casting a spell without a staff, everyone was stunned.
However, the person involved at this time, Savannah, was still squatting on the ground like a mushroom.
Or rather, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.
The will to escape reality is evident.
At this time, the other first-year wizards had already finished their duels.
Jacob and Ginny, who Scott cares about, have already won.
Luna seemed to be attracted by the matter of Savannah, and when she couldn't help but look back, she was hit by the petrification curse by Ginny.
When everyone left the court, Savannah was still squatting in place without moving.
"Miss Doherty! Miss Doherty!" Professor McGonagall reminded her loudly, "You should go back!"
But the girl seemed completely into the mushroom role, deaf to it, motionless.
In the end it was Professor Flitwick who walked up to the field and took her off.
She also covered her face with her hands as she walked off the stage.
In the anticipation of the Ravenclaw students, Savannah did not return to the stands.
She ran back to the castle like a gust of wind.
"Oh, how did she go, I still want to talk to her about that punch." Eddie said regretfully.
Roger laughed and said, "I should warn you, Eddie, if you talk about that punch in front of her, you'll probably be the next one to get punched."
At this time, Professor McGonagall announced that the little wizards of the second grade would start to play.
As the "Boy Who Lived", Harry became the focus of the audience as soon as he stepped onto the court.
Although the ideas are different, the eyes are different.
But there is no doubt that everyone present is looking at him and paying attention to him.
(End of this chapter)
