The girls erupted in cheers for Ye Ting, while all the boys who had come to watch the spectacle, as well as the other Quidditch team members, fell silent in disbelief.
They couldn't fathom how Ye Ting, merely a rookie, had managed to score the first point.
They had come here expecting to witness the downfall of a prodigy.
But the opposite had happened.
A prodigy is a prodigy, excelling in whatever they do.
"Now he's even more popular among the girls." someone envied under their breath.
"Why is he so good at everything?" someone else shouted in jealousy.
Of course, not everyone among them felt this way.
Take Ye Ting's three dormmates: Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot, and Michael Corner. They were thrilled for Ye Ting, shouting his name loudly, standing out among the silent boys.
Cho Chang was the same. As a reserve player, she cheered loudly when Ye Ting scored, while the other players around her remained silent.
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On the field, Ye Ting casually returned to his own half.
As he passed by Roger, he provocatively asked, "How did I play?"
Even as calm as he usually was, he had gradually become excited on the field, displaying a strong offensive mindset.
Roger huffed, "You just got lucky this time. Next, I won't let you score a single point."
But internally, he was on alert, dare not relax even a bit.
He knew that if Ye Ting scored again, even if he ultimately won, it would be Ye Ting who would retain his dignity.
But Ye Ting didn't think that way. He just smiled and said, "It's you who won't score the next point. The final score will be 3:0."
He waved to signal he was ready.
The referee next to him announced the start of the second game.
This time, it was Roger's turn to attack.
"You're too arrogant!" Roger clutched the Quaffle and charged towards Ye Ting, "Let me show you how a professional plays Quidditch."
His flying speed wasn't too fast, but it was packed with impact, directly targeting Ye Ting on the opposite side.
Ye Ting could see that Roger intended to use his older age and bigger, stronger body to physically overpower him.
After all, Ye Ting was younger and didn't look particularly strong, and it was likely he wasn't proficient in physical confrontations in Quidditch.
So, in this situation, the simplest physical confrontation was the most straightforward and effective strategy.
Especially since this was an aerial collision atop broomsticks.
Generally, for someone without special training, the first reaction when seeing a large object flying towards them head-on is to dodge, rather than to face the impact.
However, Roger underestimated his opponent.
The physically limitless growth, coupled with daily exercise, had given Ye Ting an incredible physique.
Beneath his seemingly unremarkable body was a lean and powerful set of muscles.
Though he wasn't as muscular as a bodybuilder or weightlifter, his muscles possessed supernatural qualities akin to those in movies, anime, and games, surpassing human norms.
In short, the average quality of his muscles could rival those of characters like Hawkeye and Black Widow from Marvel Comics. While he couldn't match Steve Rogers yet, with his constant growth, surpassing him was just a matter of time.
And Roger? He was just an underage wizard in the world of Harry Potter.
Harry Potter is a world of magic, where wizards, aside from having higher magic resistance than muggles, don't excel in physical attributes and can't be compared to superheroes from worlds like Marvel.
Though Roger was stronger than his peers, facing the current Ye Ting...
It was like trying to break a stone with an egg.
Facing Roger, who was flying towards him, intending to overpower him physically, Ye Ting chose to confront him head-on.
He flew straight towards Roger, showing no signs of fear.
Initially, Roger thought Ye Ting was bluffing, trying to scare him with his aggressive demeanor and force him to change direction at the last moment, losing the initiative.
He believed that as long as he didn't change direction first, Ye Ting would definitely veer off to avoid him before they collided.
But as they got closer, Roger realized he was wrong.
The rookie wasn't pretending to be tough; he was genuinely fearless.
There was nothing Roger could do but grit his teeth and brace for impact, as the captain and senior, he couldn't lose his momentum.
As for what would happen if he accidentally hurt Ye Ting, he couldn't afford to think about it.
The two collided.
A second before the impact, Roger was still surprised; he hadn't expected his opponent to actually come straight at him like a bull in a china shop, without even attempting to slightly alter his course to reduce the impact.
He couldn't help but wonder if he had overestimated Ye Ting.
He instinctively changed direction, fearing that a head-on collision might cause a serious accident for Ye Ting, which would make him deeply guilty, and the girls of the school would never forgive him.
At this moment, the girls off the field fell silent; they couldn't believe that Ye Ting, smaller in stature than Roger, could confront him head-on.
The outcome of their collision was destined to be a tragedy.
Some girls had already closed their eyes, unable to bear watching.
Hermione and Penelope paled, biting their lips, nervous beyond belief.
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