Deep breaths.
Elena leaned against Derek, who was temporarily serving as a shield, and carefully lifted the dress on her left hip.
"Hiss–"
A shocking burn appeared on her originally fair and delicate skin. It was the wound left by Marcus' curse. The scorching curse even charred some of the fabric of her clothing in the wound, producing a foul smell. The scent of singed fabric.
The girl's right hand, struck by the freezing spell, trembled uncontrollably. A thin layer of frost spread from her right shoulder. Without needing to look, she knew that the skin underneath must have turned an unpleasant dark blue.
Bits of splintered stone wall scratched the back of her hand and cheek, leaving a faint smudge of blood.
Elena's black walnut wand no longer knew where to fly. After being struck by the first Disarming Curse, it lost its strong shield of light and became completely passive. Fortunately, it swooped over the unconscious Derek for the first time, lifted him, and blocked the burst spell; otherwise, she might have been lying on the ground and dead.
Of course, the Slytherin House students did not emerge completely unscathed. Not far from Elena, the two boys who attempted to grab the silver-haired witch still knelt on the ground, clutching their knees with twisted faces. Groaning in pain.
If it weren't for Marcus' timely response, he could have been one of them now, yet he could still feel the occasional pain in the small muscle in his thigh that had been struck.
"What are we going to do now, Marcus? You saw for yourself that this girl's feet are too ruthless for anyone to approach."
Tracker Terence Higgs raised his wand flatly and shouted something, helplessly yelling at Marcus.
"Yes, better forget it this time. If we extend it again, someone will come. If we let so many of us harass a first-year girl..." Goalkeeper Miles Bleach also looked snorting from the edge of the field.
The members of the Slytherin team, who always admire brutal violence and strong thinking, said nothing, but at this moment, they have complicated feelings for the first-year Hufflepuff student hiding behind Derek.
But a first-year student who only mastered the flash, yet could contend with nearly ten older students for so long, casting her spell was like hitting a painless statue; even if they were to switch, they couldn't do it themselves.
If the noble act of helping fellowmates escape after someone stays behind is simply to make them respectful. Then, feigning being stunned on the ground by a curse, deceiving them to approach, and then attacking suddenly like a lurking viper, sends shivers down everyone's spine.
So even now, everyone can see that Elena is at the edge of the bow, and no one is willing to approach. The silver-blue glacial eyes of the girl, hidden by the flames, are like a venomous snake that keeps spitting out words. The closer to extinction, the more dangerous the atmosphere becomes.
"You, who can't stop staring at beautiful girls, here I come!"
A glance at the team members who had retreated in their hearts, Marcus Flint's face showed a look of anger and fury, which was originally just to give a lesson, he didn't expect things to be delayed to this point.
Based on his knowledge of these guys, he doesn't doubt that this group of guys might even voluntarily run to pursue the dangerous and beautiful girl in front of them after the encounter. God knows how attractive these rebellious, cunning, witty, fierce, and beautiful girls are to the Slytherin House boys.
"Wait, Derek is still blocking her..." Terrence Higgs, the seeker, dissatisfied with some hesitance, unconsciously reached out and pressed Marcus' arm; a sixth-year student like him wasn't like the other players who feared Marcus.
"It's better this way, anyway, he won't feel any pain."
Marcus Flint violently shook his arms to free himself from Terrence's palm and vigorously waved his wand. His arms spun like a windmill and roared, "Come on! [Strong strike] Obstreperetur!"
A thick red light emitted from the front of his wand, mercilessly impacting Derek, who was in a coma. The strong impact struck Derek, making a sharp sound of bone misalignment.
Elena felt as if she had collided with a speeding truck, an unstoppable force being transmitted from Derek, and they were both thrown into the air simultaneously.
Boom!
Derek's heavy body flew a few meters, hit the wall, and slowly fell.
The strong impact caused Elena to roll and crash into the ground several times before coming to a stop. Elena, lying on the marble floor, propped herself up on her left elbow, gritted her teeth, and lifted her head to look at Marcus, who was smiling maliciously.
"That's an annoying look, aren't you very powerful? Beg for mercy, maybe I'll let you go." Marcus held his wand and advanced slowly to a distance of four or five meters from Elena, stopping carefully.
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