Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Everyone mounted their flying broomsticks and, at Ethel's command, took off together, forming a neat line above the stadium, awaiting the arrangements for the training camp.

Ethel maneuvered his broom and flew to the goalpost, looking down at everyone and clearly assigning tasks: "Jeremy and Duncan, you two will be paired up and responsible for stealing the Quaffle from Puni's hands. This will test your interception skills and reaction speed."

Then, he looked at the other two and continued, "Your targets are all Puni. Show no mercy."

"Furthermore, the ball-moving itself is the biggest threat on the field, and this training camp is also a test for all of you. Through this training camp, we can not only expose your individual weaknesses, but also give me a clear understanding of everyone's strengths. Based on this performance, I will develop personalized training tasks for each person to improve everyone's abilities in a targeted manner."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, no longer objecting, and adjusted their mindset to get ready.

At Ethel's command, everyone immediately scattered, forming a loose encirclement around Puni, maintaining a distance of more than ten meters from him, their eyes fixed on Puni, ready to act at any moment.

Byrne maneuvered his broom, flew to the side of the court, and opened the wooden box containing the ball.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, two jet-black bouncy balls, like beasts breaking free of their restraints, roared through the air like cannonballs, tracing a sharp arc as they charged toward the players on the field with overwhelming aggression.

At the same time, Ethel tossed a bright red Quake from his hand and shouted at Puni, "Puni, catch!"

Puni, hovering in the service area, instantly locked onto the incoming Quick Fly, maneuvered his broom quickly, and steadily caught the Quick Fly in his hand.

Without hesitation, he pushed off with his feet and steered the broom forward like an arrow, at an astonishing speed.

Byrne reacted extremely quickly. Seeing the wandering balls rushing towards him, he maneuvered his broom quickly, precisely intercepted one of the wandering balls, gripped the bat tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to knock it away.

The ball emitted a piercing whistling sound as it streaked through the air in a dark arc, its speed increasing rapidly until it reached Puni in the blink of an eye. At this point, the distance between the two was less than two meters, leaving no room for avoidance.

Sitting in the stands, Qiu Zhang's heart leaped into his throat at the sight of this, fearing that Puni wouldn't have time to react and would be hit by the ball.

The other new players reacted similarly, their faces showing surprise and tension. They hadn't expected Byrne to be so serious, so ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever, and not holding back at all just because Puni was a freshman.

Byrne watched the ball hurtling towards Puni and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Was I too ruthless? At this close range, can he even avoid it?"

Despite saying that, he didn't stop moving, continuing to manipulate the broom to find another wandering ball.

Professor Flitwick, standing in the stands, kept his eyes fixed on Puni in the sky above.

He was already prepared; should Puni accidentally fall off the flying broom, he would immediately wave his wand and cast a protective spell to ensure Puni wouldn't get hurt.

Professor McGonagall, sitting next to Professor Flitwick, slowly adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Although she appeared strict, she greatly admired Puni's talent and did not want him to get injured during training.

Wood, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes: "Such a short distance! Even top senior players might not have enough time to react, right? Byrne is clearly a chaser, but I didn't expect his power and accuracy in hitting the drifting ball to be so formidable!"

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Puni, filled with curiosity, wanting to see what miracles this freshman, favored by Professor Flitwick, could create.

As for Puni, he had already mentally prepared himself the moment he heard the whistling sound of the ball.

He could sense the trajectory of the ball's flight path. Instead of panicking, he felt a unique sense of excitement. This excitement did not make him back down; instead, it stimulated his inner potential, causing him to subconsciously control the broom and continue to accelerate.

The team's game broom lived up to its reputation; its acceleration and flight stability far surpassed the Meteor he had used before.

Puni showed no sign of slowing down. He bent down slightly, gripped the Quake ball tightly between his elbows, pressed his chest against the broom handle, and made perfect contact with the broom to minimize air resistance. In an extremely dangerous posture, he sidestepped the whistling Quake ball.

The ball grazed his shoulder, making a piercing whistling sound, but Puni's speed did not slow down. Like an agile swift, he quickly swept across the sky, leaving a faint afterimage behind him. His speed was so fast that it was impossible to see his movements.

Immediately afterwards, he made another amazing move, switching from extremely fast flight to a stationary state in an instant, hovering steadily in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Athel, the distance between the two less than three meters.

At this moment, Puni's eyes were firm, his hand tightly gripping the Quake Ball, and the holy magic within his body was quietly surging.

Puni hovered steadily in front of Ethel, slightly tensing his arm muscles to gather all his magic power and holy magic into his palm, then suddenly exerted force, slamming the Quake Ball out.

The moment the Quaffle left my hand, it emitted a sharp and crisp whistle, tearing through the air above the field and flying towards the goal with a fierce momentum.

Ethel stood in front of the goalpost and saw the Quaffle coming. He stretched out his hands, trying to catch the ball steadily. In his opinion, at such a close distance, he couldn't possibly miss.

But to his utter surprise, the Quake, enhanced by magical power, was much faster than he had anticipated.

The Quaffle traced a dazzling afterimage in the air, grazed his fingertips, and without the slightest pause, flew straight through the goal ring, slamming heavily onto the soft mat behind the goal with a dull thud.

From Puni catching the ball and accelerating to finally smashing the Quake into the net, the entire process took less than thirty seconds.

Such astonishing speed and such a clean and decisive goal completely exceeded the expectations of most people on the field. The field fell into a brief silence for a moment, and everyone was stunned with disbelief in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Zhang was the first to react, a bright smile spreading across his face. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted into the air, "Puni scores! Ten points! Fantastic, Puni!"

Professor Flitwick, watching from the stands, beamed with joy, his wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He turned to Professor McGonagall beside him, saying, "Professor McGonagall, thank you so much! If you hadn't reminded me, I might have missed out on such a talented player!"

"From now on, I will fully cooperate with you, and together we will snatch the Quidditch trophy from Snape!"

Professor McGonagall forced a smile, but couldn't hide her admiration for Puni.

Not far away, Wood was clutching his writing tablet tightly, momentarily at a loss for what to write.

He originally came to gather intelligence and record the strength of Ravenclaw players, but Puni's performance just now completely exceeded his expectations.

Puni's flying speed is unimaginable, and his passing and throwing accuracy far surpasses that of ordinary players. To develop tactics against such a player, we must completely break through previous assumptions and rethink our approach.