Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Ethel exclaimed as if he had won the lottery, adding, "He didn't just pass the selection! During the selection process, he even performed a difficult maneuver of hanging upside down and diving. His balance, flight speed, and the smoothness of his movements were all impeccable, better than many senior players."

Upon hearing this, Byrne's eyes lit up, and the surprise on his face instantly turned into anticipation. He quickly nodded and said, "Since he's so good, I'll just add his name to the Chaser list and save myself the time of filtering!"

Ethel nodded in satisfaction and said seriously, "Okay, update the roster as soon as possible, then have someone bring the Quaffle and the Blink. Gather all the players and we'll have a short training session so everyone can get to know each other and see Puni's true strength."

Soon, all the team members had assembled. Puni followed the others to the equipment area on the side of the field and picked out a team-specific competition-grade flying broom.

Compared to the Meteor, which he used before, this broom is lighter and conducts magic more smoothly. When held in his hand, he can clearly feel the resonance between the broom and his own magic.

Chapter 68 Let's work together to snatch the Quidditch trophy from Snape's hands!

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."

"In addition, 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 let me clearly understand everyone's strengths. Based on this performance, I will develop a personalized training plan 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 ball from his hand and shouted to 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, accurately 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.

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

Wood, who was not far away, couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "Such a short distance! Even the best senior players might not have been able to react in time, right? Byrne is clearly a chaser, but I didn't expect his power and accuracy in hitting the ball was so fierce!"

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, standing in the stands, beamed with joy, his wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He turned to Professor McGonagall beside him and said, "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 cooperate with you fully, and together we will snatch the Quidditch trophy from Snape's hands!"

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 imaginations and rethink our approach.

Chapter 69 Merti! Hurry up and help me find the crown!

In mid-air, Byrne maneuvered his broom, slowly flying to the goalpost. With a grin on his face, he complained to Ethel, "Ethel, don't deliberately hold back! I just gave it my all to intercept Puni and to hit the wandering ball, and you, on the other hand, didn't put up a single fight against Puni's goal. That's so lame!"

Ethel gave a helpless wry smile, shrugged, and said with a sigh, "I didn't hold back. You have no idea how fast that Quake was. At such a short distance, I didn't have time to react. Even if I wanted to fight back, I wouldn't have been able to do anything! How about this, let's train a little longer. All of you need to put in the effort and not let Byrne do everything alone. Also, get a feel for Puni's strength and prepare for the next training session!"

As Ethel finished speaking, the training camp continued, but it gradually turned into Puni's personal show.

No one could hinder Puni in the slightest.

With his amazing speed, Puni broke through the interceptions time and time again, made accurate passes, and even scored several more goals in a row.

Although this training camp did not achieve Ethel's initial goal of identifying the weaknesses of other players and developing targeted training tasks, as Ethel said, after this training camp, all the players are full of confidence in Puni.

They witnessed Puni's strength firsthand and knew clearly that with Puni on the team, Ravenclaw's Quidditch team might actually be able to escape their perennial bottom-ranking fate and have a chance to win the championship!

The team members even secretly considered that if they couldn't find a better tactic when the official match started, they might as well just trust Puni.

If Puni is given enough opportunities, he might be able to score crucial points for the team single-handedly and lay the foundation for victory in the first half minute of the game, just like he did today!

Professor Flitwick, watching the spirited Puni in the air from the stands, never lost his smile, his hands unconsciously rubbing together in anticipation.

Professor McGonagall also dropped her serious expression, her eyes showing more approval, somewhat relieved that such a talented player had not been overlooked.

Wood continued writing on his tablet, looking somewhat serious. It seemed that Gryffindor would soon have an extremely formidable opponent in their Quidditch matches!

......

“Where is it?” Puni’s voice echoed in the empty Room of Requirement.

His gaze swept over the mountain of clutter in front of him, and his brows furrowed tightly.

The room used to hide items was much larger than he had imagined. The corners were filled with dusty wooden boxes, abandoned magical artifacts, and mountains of ancient books. Finding Ravenclaw's crown in such a chaotic place would be extremely difficult.

Prior to this, Puni had been searching this room alone for a whole month.

For the past month, he would sneak here every night, searching from dawn till dusk, leaving no corner unchecked, but he still couldn't find the crown that carried the sacred power of Ravenclaw.

The repeated fruitless searches gradually made the originally composed Puni a little impatient. In the end, he humbled himself and decided to call on outside help.

"Morty! Come here quickly!"

However, the month-long search was not without its rewards.

Although she couldn't find the crown, Puni unexpectedly discovered many long-forgotten magic books while rummaging through the clutter.

Most of these books have yellowed covers and curled pages, making them look very old. They contain a lot of unique and unknown magical knowledge, much of which, due to its dangerous nature, should theoretically have been sent to the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts and strictly forbidden for students to read.

Puni had long been familiar with the magical rules of this world. Most magical items here follow a pattern: the longer they exist, the more concentrated the magical aura they absorb, and the easier it is for them to develop self-awareness, or even "become sentient."

Most of the ancient books he found have existed for over a hundred years, and many of them are almost developing their own consciousness and gradually "coming alive."

These books that are about to "come alive" all share a common danger: they can quietly absorb the soul power of the viewer.

If an ordinary student happens to flip through these books, they can easily be attracted by the contents and become hopelessly addicted, neglecting to eat and sleep all day long, focusing all their attention on the books, and eventually having their soul power drained by the books, dying silently without leaving a trace.

But such danger posed no threat to Puni.

He is blessed with holy light, his soul power is far greater than that of ordinary wizards, and he also has a unique soul defense ability.

Those books that wanted to secretly absorb his soul power were undoubtedly overestimating themselves.

In fact, whenever a book tries to get close and release its soul-absorbing magic, Puni will immediately activate his holy light to absorb most of the book's own soul power. Then he will throw the book on the ground and kick it hard twice as punishment.

After several attempts, those books that were originally unruly and trying to cause trouble all became docile, lying obediently in the corner, no longer daring to easily release their magic power to absorb souls, and even less daring to approach Puni.

Puni looked at the docile books, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "Don't you even know your own abilities? You dare to show off your skills in front of me?"

Of all the books found, Puni was most interested in the ancient texts related to wand studies.

These books contain many wand-making techniques that even Ollivander had never mastered, as well as the uses of various rare wand materials, which captivated Puni.

So every now and then he would stand still and start reading, which is why he wasted so much time.

This is one of the reasons why he directly contacted Merti.

"Hey!"

Once I find Ravenclaw's crown and have some free time, I must study wand science thoroughly. When my skills are perfected, I'll make my own wands, and maybe even take over Ollivander's wand business completely.

"Young Master Puni!" A respectful voice rang out, and Moti's figure instantly appeared at the door of the Request Room. He bowed slightly, his expression respectful, and his clothes were neat and tidy, showing no signs of being disheveled despite his haste.

Merti is Puni's house-elf. According to the contract, no matter how far away he is, he will come immediately whenever Puni summons him.

Moreover, among all house-elves, Morty's magic is extremely powerful; he is efficient and never disappoints Puni.

Chapter 70: Give Voldemort a slap in the face!

Puni turned to look at Morti, eagerly rolling up the sleeves of his wizard's robe, looking determined: "Morti, go find out where that crown is."

"Yes, Master Puni!" Morti replied respectfully, and without the slightest hesitation, he vanished from Puni's sight in a flash.

Puni stood still, his gaze sweeping over the clutter in the room once more.