Harry Potter's Dharma

Outside Hogwarts Castle, on the Quidditch field.

Two figures soared into the sky at the same time. The rules of the duel between Zheng Fan and Marcus were very simple. Both sides would stand on opposite sides of the field, and the referee, Snape, would throw the ball into the air. Zheng Fan and Marcus could only act when the ball reached its highest point and began to fall.

The person who got the ball first would have the right to attack. During the duel, there were no other restrictions other than physical contact and the use of magic!

There were a total of five shots, and the side that scored three times first would win!

Zheng Fan rode his broom and drew an arc in the air before stopping on one side of the field. Marcus gritted his teeth and looked at Zheng Fan from the other side.

On the ground, the ball chaser, Adrian Pusse, looked at the two in the sky with an expression of disbelief.

"What kind of joke is this? Flint is a veteran who has played Quidditch for three years!

And it's his best Ghost Fly duel?

Does the freshman want to die? "

"Yeah, there are more than seven hundred ways to foul in Quidditch, and Flint knows at least five hundred!"

"But with Professor Snape around, he won't let the freshman die, right?"

"Shouldn't we prepare a stretcher or something … Sigh, at the end of the day, this Zheng guy is too arrogant. He thinks that he can take on the captain alone just because he has some talent, but he doesn't know how many geniuses the captain has sacrificed."

"Stop talking, let's just watch the match. Zheng Fan may be arrogant, but he's really good. It's good that he lost this time. It'll be easier to control him during training in the future.

Hearing the discussion from the players behind him, Snape expressionlessly took out the bright red Ghost Fly ball from the ball box.

Zheng Fan and Flint looked over at the same time.

Under everyone's gaze, Snape raised the Ghost Fly ball in his hand high up. At the same time, he pointed his magic wand at it with his other hand. Following his movements, the Ghost Fly ball shot into the sky like a firework!

Zheng Fan and Flint moved at the same time. The two brooms rushed like lightning towards the Ghost Fly ball in the middle of the field. Flint bared his teeth and stared ferociously at Zheng Fan opposite him. As a ball chaser, he had absolute confidence in the speed of his broom. Even if Zheng Fan was one of the veteran ball chasers from the other academies, he would not be the least bit afraid, let alone a freshman like Zheng Fan!

In the next moment, Flint was stunned.

Under his gaze, Zheng Fan's figure rushed over as if he had teleported. Then, he reached out and hooked the Ghost Fly ball in his hand. Ghost Fly ball in his hand. His movements were so smooth that it was as if he had practiced it countless times!

He passed Flint, and headed straight for the goal!

"Wha …" Flint turned his head in shock and looked at Zheng Fan, who had already rushed over.

What was this situation?

He Fan, He Fan's Fly Shot?!

Cries of surprise came from the ground.

"How is this possible?

Flint lost in terms of speed?! "

"He ''s a ball chaser!

He Fan Shot, Fly ball ball speed speed speed speed!

This isn't magic! "

"Flint must have been careless. Otherwise, there's no other explanation!"

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan swept across the entire field like a gust of wind. Finally, with a beautiful drift, she threw the ball into the goal.

Fly 'Of course, "Snail Of Of'

Flint clenched his teeth so hard that he almost broke them!

Zheng Fan slowly flew back. Just as he was about to scold him, Zheng Fan spoke first.

"So weak, Mr. Captain. With such a weak captain leading them, it's no wonder Slytherin's results are so mediocre."

"Damn it, don't be so smug!

Eastern monkey, I was just careless. Don't even think about scoring the next three goals! "Flint roared in a low voice.

"Monkey?" Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes.

Who gave you the guts to use that word?

Under everyone's gaze, Snape served the second goal.

At that moment, a few figures appeared at the entrance of the stadium.

The leader was a stocky, short-haired boy. He looked at the stadium and was surprised.

"Slytherin's players are here for training?

How unlucky, there are still people here at this time. "

A dark-skinned girl walked out from behind him. She looked at the scene in mid-air and whistled. "Look, there are people playing one-on-one. Professor Snape is the referee. What's going on?

That's not how you practice. "

… I beg for flowers …

Two identical red-haired boys ran out when they heard the word 'one-on-one'. They followed the dark-skinned girl's gaze with great interest and saw Zheng Fan and Flint, who were standing opposite each other.

"It can't be. The one on this side of the field is Marcus Flint?

Isn't he the captain of Slytherin?

The captain is playing one-on-one?

What's going on? "

"I heard that Slytherin encourages internal fighting. Maybe it's a fight for the captain's position?"

"Brother, I understand the logic, but who's the guy opposite him?

He looks a little familiar. "

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"Zheng Fan, it's Zheng Fan. The guy who washed the sorting hat during the sorting ceremony!

I remember him. I like his magic! "

As the seniors chattered, a short boy at the back of the team showed a surprised expression.

"Mr. Zheng is playing one-on-one with Slytherin's captain?

What's the meaning of this?

Was he also accepted into the team as an exception? "

Hearing this, the red-haired twin brothers turned to look at him.

"Looks like it's not just your privilege, Harry."

"But it's okay, we won't despise you, Harry."

"By the way, it's impossible for Zheng Fan to win. What he did was too stupid."

"That's right. Take a good look, Harry. This is a good example of what not to do. This story will teach you that freshmen need to protect themselves and never confront some lunatics head-on!"

While the Weasley brothers were arguing, the second ball was already in the air!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Flint used all his concentration and controlled the broom to make a perfect corner cut, rushing straight towards the Ghost Fly ball in the midfield!

"So fast!

I can't believe it's a broom from the school! "Oliver Wood, the captain of Griffindor's team, shouted in shock.

However, in the next second, everyone's expression turned to one of astonishment.