Before Aileen could get close to the Bludger, a flash of gold and red appeared, wielding a bat to forcefully knock the black Bludger aside, abruptly altering its trajectory.

"Weasley? Quick reflexes."

Aileen raised an eyebrow, watching the two red-haired boys circling around her, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.

Of course, Gryffindor Quidditch team's countermeasure was their strongest offensive force, George Weasley and Fred Weasley – their sole mission was to prevent Aileen from touching the Bludger.

"But… what about Angelina?"

As Aileen spoke, another dull thud of a bat hitting a ball echoed in the distance.

Vincent Crabbe, hovering on the outskirts, grinned. With a powerful swing, he sent the Bludger straight towards Angelina Johnson, hitting her squarely in the back and knocking the Quaffle from her grasp.

"Good heavens! Weasley! What are you doing?! Now is not the time to be showing chivalry!"

Lee Jordan slammed his metal microphone in frustration, roaring at the sky.

"Unbelievable! Fred or George Weasley of the Gryffindor team actually blocked a Bludger aimed at Aileen Kaslana, resulting in Johnson being hit instead of being protected!"

Following Lee Jordan's roar, the entire Hogwarts Quidditch pitch seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Then, a wave of angry questioning and booing erupted from the Gryffindor stands.

In contrast, the stands of the other three houses buzzed with gossipy chatter, with the Slytherin side openly erupting into gleeful laughter.

The match continued, uninterrupted by the Weasley brothers' "gentlemanly behavior."

Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, showed no intention of calling a timeout, instead giving the twins hovering around Aileen a thumbs-up in encouragement.

"Alicia Spinnet catches the Quaffle, she's flying upwards desperately – ouch – that must hurt, another unattended Bludger hits her in the back of the head – the Quaffle is stolen by Ron Weasley of the newcomer team –"

"Where are our Beaters?!"

"Oh, there they are! The two Gryffindor Beaters are still circling Miss Kaslana... showing no intention of protecting their teammates, this despicable and infuriating inaction is simply..."

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just lost control for a moment."

Lee Jordan took a deep breath, suppressing his confusion and anger, and continued to comment on the unfolding events.

If he didn't lack a broom, he would have charged up there to beat his two friends senseless.

"The Quaffle is passed to Hannah – another long pass to Harry – Draco is flying close to the ground again – no Bludgers are interfering with him, it's just Wood alone – oh dear, he missed – the newcomer team scores!"

The Hogwarts Quidditch pitch erupted as if ignited, the gleeful cheers of the other three houses echoing in the cold air like knives stabbing into the chests of the Gryffindor students.

Gradually, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor stands began to spiral out of control, mixed with various roars and curses.

"Double-team! Double-team! Against an opponent attacking from a low position, why not lower your altitude to intercept!"

"What is wrong with the Gryffindor team today?! Fixed game!"

"Weasley's brats, don't you dare get off your brooms after this match!"

The subsequent match was an unprecedentedly bizarre spectacle.

Compared to the Gryffindor Chasers who refused to lower their altitude and flew close to the ground, the Gryffindor students directed their main dissatisfaction and firepower at George Weasley and Fred Weasley.

A regular Quidditch match is a fair contest of seven against seven.

But this match had turned into a one-sided nine-on-five showdown.

The twins' usual smiles had completely vanished, hearing the curses around them.

Their ears and eyes were red, but even so, they showed no signs of changing their actions.

The Weasley twins were like a pair of satellites, flying around Aileen, intercepting every Bludger aimed toward her like two defensive walls,

As a result, Goyle and Crabbe roamed the outskirts at will.

The two Beaters constantly switched roles, one protecting the attacks of Harry, Draco, and Hannah from being disrupted by Bludgers, while the other relentlessly hit Bludgers at the Gryffindor Chasers.

Gryffindor found themselves in a very difficult situation in the first match of the season.

Nevertheless, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell, coordinated with goalkeeper Oliver Wood, were still able to narrow the score gap through their skillful techniques and hard work.

"Aileen, this can't go on… everyone's running out of energy."

Hannah flew to Aileen's side, panting, and called out to the girl.

As a group of newcomers who were generally no more than eleven years old, the stamina of Harry, Draco, and the others rapidly declined in the cold wind, and everyone's movements and reactions began to slow down except for Aileen.

"The score is 120 to 70, right… well, everyone's really done their best."

Aileen nodded thoughtfully and turned to shout at the surrounding team members.

"Alright, let's end this match! Crabbe, Goyle, from now on, send all the Bludgers at me! Hannah, clear the path for me, block the Weasleys' positions a little."

This was all part of Aileen's plan before the match.

In the initial phase, they would try to complete the match in a normal way. If Aileen could catch the Golden Snitch during this period, there would be no need to reveal too much information in advance, to avoid causing unnecessary panic.

However, based on the current situation, the newcomers' physical strength was indeed a major shortcoming.

Even in what could almost be called a nine-on-five situation, it was still difficult to secure an absolute advantage through regular goals – as expected, she had to take the initiative. The purpose of training had almost been achieved.

Unaware of the conversation taking place in the sky, Lee Jordan had hardly paid any attention to Aileen and the traitors since labeling the "Weasley twins" as such, focusing on commentating on the match below.

"Gryffindor scores again! The score is now 130 to 70!"

Lee Jordan waved his fist excitedly and said, "Chaser Andrew Yinglin finally started moving, he's finally started lowering his altitude, diving down – wait a minute – that's right, he spotted the Snitch!"

Without Harry's presence, the Gryffindor Seeker was still a seventh-year substitute. Although his talent was a little mediocre, at least he flew decently… although when it came to catching the Snitch…

Andrew Yinglin gritted his teeth, looked at the golden shadow in front of him, threw aside the ban on flying close to the ground, and resolutely flew towards the Quidditch pitch below – at this time, he could only hope that the Weasley brothers could hold on a little longer, just a little while, and he would be able to help the team…

Boom!

A black beam of light descended from the sky, striking Andrew squarely.

The poor player didn't even have time to react before passing out in a large pit.

"Phew… that was close, almost got caught off guard."

Aileen rubbed her wrist and slowly floated to the position above Andrew Yinglin, under everyone's gazes, unhurriedly extending her left hand towards the ground.

As if summoned, a black shadow soared into the sky, heading straight for the girl's face – the terrifying Bludger that had directly knocked down Andrew.

*Poof.*

The expected impact did not occur…

The black Bludger was firmly grasped in Aileen's palm, like a round-faced, plump chick whose wings had been pinched, struggling and wriggling, revealing an unspeakable strangeness.

"Now, you have one last chance – try to widen the score gap to 150 points, will you?"

Aileen looked up and gave Fred Weasley and George Weasley, who had finally arrived, a gentle smile.

"Everyone! Ascend quickly! Don't stop! Hurry!"

The Weasley twins' expressions changed, and they let out a shrill roar.

However, it was too late.

Aileen drove her broom upward, soaring like a queen wielding the power of life and death, coldly overlooking the Gryffindor Quidditch players below who were desperately attacking and dodging, and casually waved her left hand downward.

"I'll block her, you guys continue to attack quickly…"

George Weasley gritted his teeth, faced Aileen, and charged forward, waving his bat.

Boom!

A black beam of light engulfed his body.

Immediately afterward, a red figure fell from the sky like a broken-winged bird, spinning out of control, and in his hand was a bat that had been snapped in half – George Weasley had been knocked down.

"Is this what George and Fred have been experiencing and facing all along? Facing hell head-on…"

Lee Jordan's metal microphone slipped from his hand, hitting the table and making a burst of noise, but no one cared about this insignificant change anymore, because everyone's minds had gone blank.

What…

had happened…

The Hogwarts stadium fell into silence, as if everyone had been strangled.

Everyone could only stare blankly, looking up at the little witch floating in the sky, and the little wizards in silver-white Quidditch uniforms gathered around her, trying to understand everything that was happening before their eyes.

"Foul, this is definitely a serious foul…" Lee Jordan muttered.

"According to the latest edition of *Quidditch Through the Ages*, there are currently seven hundred types of fouls, but none of them restrict the Seeker from being touched by the Bludger, or from deflecting the Bludger."

At this moment, the microphone that Lee Jordan dropped was picked up, and Hermione held a book, calmly reciting in a low voice.

"And there are only three ways to end the game: the Golden Snitch is caught, or the other side is entirely fouled out, or they voluntarily give up."

In his ears, accompanied by the desperate shouts of the Gryffindor team members, and the endless huge roars…

…

This day…

The little wizards of Hogwarts witnessed for the first time what the power of despair was…

And, that silver-white demon soaring through the skies of Hogwarts…

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Chapter Three, Three Thousand Words~ Continuing to Pay Debts (2019.12.6-2/2019.12.7-0.5)
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