England national team training base.

Rek'Sai and Draven left the court and returned to the lounge. They still needed treatment and emotional stability.

Elena, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the entire Quidditch field, preparing to introduce herself belatedly and explain the training arrangements for the following month, or in other words - her acceptance speech as the interim instructor of the national team.

Of course, no one knows yet about the girl’s little thoughts.

Most of the wizards were still immersed in the bombardment of the few quaffles that penetrated the sky, and Elena's performance in the mere tens of seconds of confrontation was like an aerial predator.

Amazing flying skills.

The Quidditch pitch fell into an extremely strange silence.

Everyone looked at the silver-haired little witch standing in the center of the stadium with extremely complicated eyes.

Gulu~

This kid...

Is she really here to participate in the summer training camp, rather than being sent by a competitor to destroy the English Quidditch team?

…

"Well, I think it's better for us to get acquainted with each other again first."

Elena took out her wand and nimbly moved it on the top of her beloved Sweeping Seven Stars, adding two newly completed strike marks among the stars that looked like an asteroid belt, while smiling and speaking softly.

"Standing before you now is the 1991-1992 Quidditch House Cup Champion of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, regular season mvp, finals fmvp, ace of aces, Queen of the Sky Elena Kaslan

Na."

"Shoot, knock down the king? So, Miss Kaslana, so you were just..."

Brandon Dunn couldn't help but swallowed, looked at the somewhat fancy broom in Elena's hand, and asked softly with a slightly trembling voice, "I mean, those decorations around your broom

Stars, could they be..."

"Isn't it a common thing to shoot down a jet star?"

Elena smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, all the games I have participated in have been pretty good in terms of safety on the field. At least judging from the results, no Quidditch players were harmed. Magic is very magical-"

Snap.

Along with the girl's voice, a drop of blood slowly slipped from the Quaffle and dripped on the flat ground.

"...Well, sorry, I haven't played for a while, so I'm a little unskilled in the finishing work."

Following the gazes of Brandon Dunn and others, Elena stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, turned the wand in her hand and waved it gently, and whispered - [Clean up].

The next moment, the blood stains remaining in the middle of the field and on the Quaffle were instantly wiped away.

Compared to being an adult wizard whose hands and feet were constrained in school, with her body and magic fully developed, especially a professional Quidditch player with the support of a professional magical rescue team, Elena could finally move around with full energy.

You know, when she played in Hogwarts before, she had to carefully control her strength every time to avoid a bludger directly hitting the opponent's player's body - who would have thought of the bodies of these adult wizards?

, is it also so fragile? She originally thought that an adult wizard might have some kind of automatic body-protecting magic shield, or an increase in double resistance.

"It was just an accident this time. I'm very, very sorry. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Elena chuckled, blinked her eyes, clasped her hands together, and explained with an extremely sincere expression.

"It's definitely not because you and those big brothers called me a little kid or a dwarf, or said I'm not tall, or because you lost your temper, or failed to control your strength, and accidentally created such an effect...

"

"Actually, I didn't expect that everyone would be so impatient. After all, in Hogwarts, this is actually very common..."

"..."

Brandon Dunn twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Ms. Tina Scamander, who was standing next to him, was going crazy now. She seemed to realize why Albus Dumbledore, who was just a little Quidditch genius, would write a letter specifically asking Newt to take charge.

Take care of it.

Compared with the cuteness and cuteness along the way, when the child named Elena Kaslana rode on the broomstick and soared in the sky, the aura exuding from her whole body was simply that of the God of Death in charge of life and death on the court.

.

If you use Newt's words as an analogy, this is simply a young Hungarian Horntail!

Fortunately, there should be only one child outside this standard...

Before Tina Scamander could think of how to tactfully and appropriately tell her confused husband such bad news when she returned home later, the news of Elena and Bu came to her ears again.

Langdon Dunn's dialogue.

"Yes, this is indeed a very common thing. You haven't seen it in school for a long time, haven't you?"

Elena answered quite seriously, while putting the Quaffle in her hand into the cute little Hannah's hand.

"This level of intensity of offense and defense is no longer surprising in the past year of competition at Hogwarts. Besides me, there are many people who can do this.

Hannah, please show Mr. Dunn..."

"There are... quite a few people? Normal... campus offensive and defensive intensity?"

The corners of Brandon Dunn's eyes twitched, before he could utter these words that seemed like a fantasy.

boom!

The next moment, another dazzling red light passed across the stadium.

Along with the thunderous roar, cracks appeared on the stone wall of the Quidditch pitch dozens of meters away.

At the source of the air wave, Hannah Abbott, who threw this death throw, had a naive smile on her face and rubbed her sore wrist - after half a holiday of practice, she was finally able to master it.

The second level of healing magic is cast.

However, compared to Elena, her strength enhancement limit is still weaker after all.

Click, click, click...

Brandon Dunn stared blankly at the cracks that were still spreading and the fragments of the stone wall that were slowly peeling off. The original doubts and rhetorical questions in his mouth all turned into strange grunts, as if Xia Xia was talking.

Frogs croaking before a thunderstorm.

Are all these little witches from Hogwarts monsters?

Only then did Brandon finally notice that the top of the broomstick in the hand of the silly-looking little girl named Hannah Abbott was also branded with a shining silver star.

If nothing else, there is probably a "dead soul under the ball" in this silly little witch's record.

As for Miss Lovegood, who had been floating behind Elena and Hannah, her eyes looking a little dazed, at this time, in the eyes of Brandon Dunn and all the Quidditch players, she also began to become sophisticated.

Become unpredictable.

As a special student recommended by Dumbledore himself, her harmlessness at this time is definitely just a disguise before hunting.

If Brandon Dunn saw it correctly, Miss Luna Lovegood’s eyes did not fluctuate much from beginning to end, whether it was the deafening roar, or the sight of Draven and others.

The wails seemed nothing special.

Elena smiled slightly and continued to explain unhurriedly:

"You must have heard before that Hogwarts is implementing a pilot education reform in the past two years. As the most important Quidditch project in the wizarding world, it is naturally also included in the curriculum reform. The three of us happen to be the first

Approval of students..."

"Is this... Hogwarts' education reform? I did vaguely hear about it before. But..."

Brandon pondered for a few seconds, his eyes sliding over the young faces of the girls, and his voice suddenly became a little more urgent:

"So that's it, Hogwarts only has flying lessons in the first grade! So, you are the pilot result of Professor Dumbledore's education reform in the field of flying?! Hogwarts has already sorted out a brand new theoretical system

?"

"Well, it's not completely successful, it's just a bit of immature guess."

Elena smiled and shook her head, "Some of these theories may need further verification by professionals."

"Further verification by professionals? Then it's us, right?"

Brandon Dunn frowned, put his right hand on his chin, and muttered in confusion.

"If this is the case, then why didn't Professor Dumbledore write it clearly in the letter before? And shouldn't this innovative theory of flying skills be published directly in international and domestic magazines..."

"It's simple, because Professor Dumbledore is also a fan of the British Quidditch team."

Elena blinked quickly, a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes.

"Not to mention that the content on the letterhead cannot demonstrate the charm of this wonderful sport of Quidditch in detail. If all the theories are made public at the first time, the Bulgarian team and the Irish team will not miss this opportunity to improve their strength."

"Wait, what does Professor Dumbledore mean..."

"Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything. He just happened to let three students come to the British Quidditch national team to participate in the summer trial. During this period, the changes in the training plan and the improvement in strength were just school knowledge and actual combat.

It’s just the wonderful sparks that burst out after the clever collision and fusion of experiences——”

Elena raised her fingers meaningfully and skillfully pulled out a small furry ball from her chest.

"If you need it, I can help you get a written explanation from Professor Dumbledore. Of course, the recipient of the letter can only be me - I believe you should also know that as the patron saint of the wizarding world that attracts worldwide attention, Professor

The position is very delicate.”
To be continued...