The girls erupted into cheers for Alaric, while on the opposite side, all the boys and other Quidditch players who came to watch fell into stunned silence.
They couldn't believe that Alaric, a new student, had managed to score first.
Initially, they came here with the expectation of enjoying the spectacle of a genius failing.
Little did they know that the reality would be quite the opposite.
A genius is a genius, no matter what he is doing, he can make a difference.
"Now, his popularity among the girls will skyrocket even more," someone envied, muttering.
"Why is he so excellent at everything he does?" someone else shouted in jealousy.
Of course, not everyone shared these sentiments.
For example, Alaric's three roommates, Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot, and Michael Corner, were genuinely happy for him, shouting his name proudly amidst the silent boys.
Cho Chang, being a reserve player, was equally excited. She immediately shouted joyously when she saw Alaric score, contrasting with the other players around her who were speechless.
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On the pitch, Alaric leisurely returned to his half.
As he passed by Roger, he provocatively asked, "How did I do?"
Even someone as composed as him gradually got excited upon stepping onto the pitch, appearing quite aggressive.
Roger snorted in dissatisfaction, "This time, it was just luck. Next, I won't let you score a single point."
However, in his heart, Roger remained vigilant, unwilling to relax even a bit. He knew that if Alaric scored again, even if Roger ultimately won, it wouldn't be Alaric losing.
But Alaric didn't share the same sentiment, just smiling faintly, "The one who won't get another point is you. The final score will be 3-0."
He waved, indicating that he was ready.
The nearby referee announced the start of the second round.
This time, it was Roger's turn to attack.
"You're too arrogant!" Roger, holding the Quaffle, charged toward Alaric. "I'll show you how a professional player plays Quidditch."
His flying speed wasn't particularly fast, but it appeared forceful, directly aiming for Alaric.
Alaric saw through it; Roger wanted to use his age, larger physique, and physical advantage to overpower him.
Since Alaric appeared younger, less robust, and likely lacked proficiency in physical confrontation in Quidditch, Roger planned to exploit this situation.
So, in this case, the simplest physical confrontation was the most straightforward and effective strategy.
Furthermore, this was in the air, on flying broomsticks.
Generally, people who hadn't received special training instinctively tried to avoid a large object flying straight at them, rather than colliding head-on.
However, Roger underestimated his opponent.
Endless growth potential and daily training endowed Alaric with unimaginable physical strength.
Beneath his seemingly average stature, he concealed a strong and agile muscular physique.
Though he didn't boast the muscle mass of a bodybuilder or weightlifter, his muscles resembled those of characters in movies, anime, or games with supernatural abilities—qualities surpassing ordinary humans.
In summary, his average muscle quality could rival Marvel characters like Hawkeye or Black Widow. Although he couldn't match Steve Rogers, surpassing him was only a matter of time given his unlimited growth potential.
As for Roger? He was just a normal wizard in the Harry Potter world.
In this magical world, the wizards had magic resistance beyond ordinary people's expectations, but they didn't excel in physical qualities. Moreover, comparing them to superheroes in worlds like Marvel was inappropriate.
Although Roger was considered strong for his age, facing Alaric now…
It was like hitting a stone with an egg.
Faced with Roger charging towards him, attempting to physically overpower him, Alaric's choice was—direct confrontation.
He flew straight toward Roger, showing no signs of backing down.
At first, Roger thought Alaric was bluffing, trying to intimidate him through sheer momentum, forcing him to change direction at the last moment, losing the advantage.
He believed that as long as he didn't change direction first, Alaric would urgently veer away before the collision.
However, when the two got closer and closer, Roger realized he was wrong.
Alaric wasn't bluffing and pretending to confront head-on; he genuinely wasn't backing down.
At this moment, Roger had no choice but to grit his teeth and brace himself. After all, as the captain and senior classman, he couldn't afford to lose his momentum.
As for the consequences if he accidentally caused a significant accident by colliding head-on with Alaric, he couldn't afford to think about it now.
The two collided with each other.
In the moment before impact, Roger was still surprised. He never expected his opponent to truly confront him head-on. Alaric seemed like a smart guy who would at least try to avoid the collision by making a sudden turn.
He sighed, thinking that he had overestimated Alaric.
He also subconsciously turned around, fearing that a head-on collision would cause Alaric to have a big accident.
Then he would be guilty of a serious crime, and no girl in the school would be able to forgive him.
At this moment, the female spectators outside the field fell silent. They couldn't believe that Alaric, who was a year younger than Roger and seemingly less sturdy, could stand up to him in a direct confrontation.
The outcome of the collision between the two was destined to be tragic.
Some girls had already closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any further.
Hermione and Penelope turned pale, biting their lips, feeling nervous.
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