Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

Elena still had a rough idea of ​​the lethality her fists could cause.

If you really hit a boy's vulnerable position with all your strength, you may accidentally bleed on a large scale and kill the person directly. After all, the medical level in the magic world has always been in a chaotic state that sometimes goes up and down. .

It's just a verbal dispute between classmates. Even if it escalates to campus bullying, it won't be a vicious murder.What's more, Elena is a little bit mentally hysterical.

Therefore, Elena consciously moved her fist a few inches upward, and struck hard on Derek's solar plexus below his chest and ribs with mercy.

"Uh uh..."

Derek, who had never experienced a beating from society, let out a muffled whimper, his eyes bulged outwards, and his whole body arched like a cooked prawn. Severe pain accompanied by an extreme nausea and dizziness surged towards him. brain.

Bang!

Without being supported for a second, the tall Derek staggered, and his strong body fell down without any resistance. He curled up on the floor with his lower abdomen in his hands and a face full of pain.

One thing was solved temporarily, and then... Elena, who had just exhausted all her strength, felt a pain in her scalp before she could adjust her posture, as if a cow had hit her back.

"Derek! Little girl, I'm telling you, you're finished!"

Bol, who was standing behind, roared loudly with a look of shock and anger, rushed forward and grabbed Elena's long silver hair, and hit the girl's thin back hard with his right fist.

"Well."

Elena let out a groan of pain, leaned back unconsciously, raised her left foot and kicked the wand away from Derek's hand.Then he bent his knees, jumped up with all his strength, estimated the direction and hit the chin of the Slytherin third-year student behind him with the back of his head.

boom!

There was another painful collision, and Bol subconsciously let go of his hand, raised his foot and kicked the little silver-haired witch in front of him.

As the beater of the Slytherin House team, he knew very well that this time they were definitely in trouble. This girl named Elena Kaslana was not a gentle little Hufflepuff witch at all. She is definitely a little lunatic who fights with people all the time.

However, a little girl is just a little girl after all. Facing Elena who is only 1.2 meters tall, the advantage of the strong and strong Slytherin third grader in the fight is too obvious.Even if there is a gap in fighting experience between the two sides, in a close fight, Elena's arm length and height make it impossible for Elena to avoid Bol's attack.The two of them struggled together and hit each other with their fists as hard as they could.

"Damn stinky bitch, I will definitely make you pay the price." Because Elena saved a little strength and fell to Derek, grinning and trying to stand up on the ground, her face full of crazy anger, pointing her fingers He groped toward the wand that had been kicked aside.

"What are you still doing? Go and help! Susan, go to the common room and call someone!"

Hannah Abbott glanced at the petrified little wizards around her, turned her head and yelled at Susan, then clenched her fists and rushed towards the three people who were wrestling together.

"Goyle, Crabbe, come together! The big sister started fighting because of us." The hesitation on Draco Malfoy's face flashed away, and he looked at Elena in front of him, his eyes firmed up, and he teased He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward without hesitation, following Hannah.

"Come on! Fight with them!"

"This is too much to deceive. We are honey badgers who are not afraid of snakes, ahhhh!"

"So what if we're seniors? Let's beat them up together!"

With the two taking the lead, especially the little wizards who were already filled with indignation, they looked at each other, waved their fists and rushed forward together. Before Derek could stand up, he was hit again by the howling little wizards. on the ground.

"You little lunatics, I'm going to...ah! Bastard...I swear...ah!"

The entire corridor fell into a melee.

……

The fight didn't last long, after a few minutes.

The victory of the first-year students, who had an absolute numerical advantage, was almost inevitable. The only flaw was that as soon as the two sides started fighting, Blais Shabini screamed in horror and ran away.

In the not-so-wide corridor, Derek and Bol, who had been so aggressive before, were huddled in the corner unconsciously with their hair disheveled, their bodies covered with footprints and bruises.

Draco Malfoy opened his arms in an imageless manner, lying on the ground panting, his pale blond hair messy on his head. In the melee just now, he received another heavy kick from Bol in the stomach. The left eye also swelled up quickly, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat that was sticky and blocking his sight.

pat, pat.

He heard light footsteps stopping beside him. Draco tilted his head and tried his best to squint his eyes and look to the side.

"are you OK?"

In the flickering firelight, a silver-haired girl with a delicate face walked up to him. She put one hand on her knees, bent down and stretched out her hand towards him, trying to pull him up from the ground. Draco felt the pain on his body. The pain seems to have eased a lot.

"Why are you fighting? After we discuss it and give in, even if it's just a pretense, you can leave."

Looking at the scorched marks on Elena's body caused by magic and her somewhat bruised and swollen arms, Draco murmured in a complicated tone.

"Because we are friends."

Elena tugged on her clothes to cover the scars, and smiled. Her bright smile was like sunshine, instantly lighting up the entire stone corridor.

"Sister Elena, I..."

Draco Malfoy, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and he mustered up the courage to say something.

Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from the left, accompanied by the rough voices and laughter of several boys. On the left was the direction of the Slytherin common room.

Hearing the voice, Draco Malfoy's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Elena in horror.

"It's Marcus and the others, Marcus Flint! Like Bol and Derek, they are members of the Slytherin Quidditch team. You go away or hide, I'll do it..."

However, it was too late.

Before Draco could finish speaking, the members of the Slytherin team who were chatting loudly had already turned around from the end of the corridor. Facing the scene in the corridor, everyone suddenly stopped talking as if they had been cast by magic. .

"How is this going?"

Marcus, who was chatting with the gorilla-like Chaser Graham Montague, glanced at Derek and Bol who were huddled in the corner of the corridor, and his expression became particularly ugly, as if he had encountered a fly while eating.

Glancing at the two unconscious men on the ground, as well as the first-year wizards of Hufflepuff House who were covered in scars, the senior Slytherin students standing at the end of the corridor took out their wands one after another, as if they were in danger. The enemy looks forward.

"Draco, I'm sorry."

Elena glanced at the dark figure in silver-green robes in front of her, turned her head and glanced at the little boy with one swollen eye, and said softly.

"Huh? Why..." Draco Malfoy raised his head in confusion, and his smooth white forehead expanded rapidly.

boom!

Putting down Draco Malfoy, who was unconscious with a stunned look on his face, Elena stood up, quietly kicked Goyle and Crabbe who were struggling to stand up, and signaled them to continue lying on the ground and pretend. die.

Then, walking to the front of the crowd, facing a row of Slytherin House seniors holding wands, Elena spoke calmly without fear.

"As you can see, these Slytherin students failed in their robbery and threats, but were defeated by us."

She didn't think that the arrogant Slytherins would listen to the explanations of first-year students like them, let alone think that they could use unparalleled power to kill everyone.

If conflict is inevitable... at least look dignified.