Ancient Runes were magical scripts used by wizards hundreds, even thousands, of years ago.

Today, Hogwarts offers a course called "Study of Ancient Runes." Starting in their third year, students can choose to study it, focusing on researching and translating magical texts written in Runes.

Due to ancient magic, the study of Runes is considered a rather important elective.

However, with the fragmentation of ancient civilizations, most of the ways to cast spells using Runes have been lost. The remaining documents were scavenged by the Saints decades ago and are almost entirely in Grindelwald's possession.

With authentic Rune magic nearly extinct, even fewer people can understand the "ruA" that Aileenna has concocted. Even after close observation and repeated explanations from Albus Dumbledore, he hasn't fully grasped it – the biochemical theories from the prerequisite courses are simply too daunting for a genuine centenarian wizard.

The biggest difference between ancient Runes and common magic is that the former focuses on unlocking the potential within the wizard's body. Apart from a significant increase in external power, there's almost no trace of magic to be detected.

Existing potion tests, magic tests, and item tests are naturally passed with flying colors in the face of this potential eruption.

Therefore, strictly speaking, before the Quidditch League introduces new rules, this can only be considered a talent for power or a unique technique for exerting force, and not cheating. After all, it's hard to find a suitable reason to limit athletes' serving power or flying speed, even though… Aileenna's displayed strength is slightly exaggerated.

Aileenna Kaslana is a super-strong loli and the undisputed boss of the Hogwarts freshmen.

Fortunately, there's only one such terrifying witch. As long as Aileenna's performance is limited, the Hogwarts freshman team will be nothing more than a group of promising but still-developing supernova.

This was the perception of most students, and what the Slytherin team had always believed.

However…

"Absolutely, absolutely not allowed! You can't hurt my friends anymore!"

Hannah Abbott looked up at the frivolous Slytherin keeper, Blatch, and raised the Quaffle in her hand as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, aiming it directly at the goal hoop in front of her, and said softly, one word at a time.

Boom!

The scarlet Quaffle transformed into a beam of red light, fired from Hannah's hand, and pierced through the Slytherin hoop.

Compared to a certain Veela hybrid, Hannah's upper limit for enhancement is not as high.

The limitations of human wizards' physical fitness, and the gap in knowledge reserves between the two, severely restricted Hannah's success rate of self-enhancement, as well as the power increase she could gain with each enhancement.

But with dozens of ruA in one go, she could always succeed three or four times, pushing her strength to the maximum value.

It might not reach the white-haired dumpling's long-range sniper effect, but blasting a silly, stinky snake at close range wasn't a problem. According to the data Aileenna had checked on her body, it was roughly equivalent to Hagrid's full-strength blow.

"Defense! Prepare for the next attack!"

Glancing at the Slytherin keeper who had been blasted into the goal along with the ball, Hannah Abbott shook her slightly numb wrist, pulled up her broom expressionlessly, and led Draco and the others back towards the midfield line.

As if by magic, the Slytherin players dodged to both sides, making way for the freshmen.

It wasn't until this moment that Lee Jordan in the stands below gradually reacted.

"A go-o-o-al! The goal counts! One hundred and fifty to… zero! The Hogwarts freshman team is leading!"

With this incredibly terrifying goal, the entire Quidditch pitch seemed to fall into a brief silence.

Whether it was the players floating in the air, or the spectators in the stands, their mouths were wide open, staring blankly at the Slytherin keeper spiraling downwards, and the fair-haired little witch with the exquisite doll face.

Not far away, in the Gryffindor seating area.

George Weasley swallowed, and said somewhat awkwardly,

"...I remember Hannah said that her future ambition is to become a healer, right?"

"That's right, in fact this is an extra benefit of her studying healing magic... superhuman strength."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and replied in a somewhat uncertain tone, "For example, look at Aileenna, doesn't she also have the same superhuman strength? Listening to the professors' discussions, maybe future healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries will all be like this?"

"Eh, is that so? So Hannah was showing mercy during practice matches..."

Oliver Wood looked up, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. As the Gryffindor keeper, he felt extremely complicated after witnessing the scene before him - after all, he had been accompanying Hannah, Draco, Harry and others in Quidditch offensive training for the past half year.

On the other hand, although Hermione "Roadrunner" Granger didn't have any Quidditch talent, she was a female version of Bill Weasley in terms of academic performance. If nothing unexpected happened, the end-of-year exams would depend on her and Aileenna.

Are all the little witches in this year's Hogwarts monsters?

Hearing the conversation, Rubeus Hagrid turned his head to look at Hermione, and grinned.

"If that's the case, our clever little Hermione is also quite strong now, isn't she?"

"Sorry, this is Professor Otto Apocalypse's after-school tutoring content. I'm studying another course…"

The smile on Hermione's face froze, and she replied drily.

Casting spells with ancient Rune magic requires direct contact with the original Rune image, and feeling the power of the Rune's structure at close range. It can't be released by simply memorizing some concepts, and is a true magical inheritance.

Unfortunately, in the choice of students, Professor Apocalypse did not choose the seemingly smarter Hermione Granger, but instead took a fancy to the somewhat naive Hannah Abbott at first glance.

However, in contrast, Albus Dumbledore chose Hermione and tailored a set of spell tutoring content for her. Therefore, although she felt a little jealous in her heart, Hermione didn't feel too much disappointment.

After all, as a true wizard, mastering and using various magical techniques skillfully is the right path.

"Another course? What is…"

Percy Weasley raised his eyebrows curiously, preparing to continue asking.

However, before he could finish speaking, he heard Lee Jordan's loud shouts in his ear.

"Oh! My God! Everyone, look quickly! Higgs and Harry seem to have spotted the Golden Snitch at the same time!"

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the Quidditch pitch in the sky, where they hadn't paid much attention.

The two Seekers who had been entangled and tumbling in the clouds had separated. The Slytherin Seeker, Terrence Higgs, was diving rapidly, with a determined and tragic expression on his face.

Perhaps because of the brief distraction caused by Hannah's goal, Harry had slightly neglected Higgs' close marking for a few seconds, so that he was now lagging behind the other by half a body length, urging his broom to accelerate and dive desperately.

And directly below the two of them, a few feet above the pitch, was a tiny golden gleam—

"Quick! Quick! Harry! Quick!"

"Higgs, watch out behind you!"

As the two Chasers suddenly entered a diving state, the atmosphere of the entire stadium suddenly reached a climax.

Everyone knew that the final moment had arrived. Although victory was already destined for the Hogwarts freshman team, this still did not prevent people from having a special feeling for catching the Golden Snitch and ending a game.

If Arthur Weasley were to say it, it would be—

The process of doing homework is important, but the moment you actually get the score is the satisfaction you are looking for in life.

At the same time, Harry had no energy to pay attention to or listen to the calls from the surrounding stadium. Because he was half a body length behind, he had to lie on the broom, diving downwards at a suicide-like speed.

Gradually, Harry caught up to Terrence Higgs' feet - he was side-by-side with Higgs -

Slowly, slowly, Harry began to overtake Higgs' broom little by little -

"Get out of the way! Don't block me!"

Terrence Higgs' face was twisted, his hands released the flying broom, his thick and sturdy long arms pressed down on Harry's forward arm, so that Harry couldn't reach out to grab the Golden Snitch that was close at hand.

With Higgs' pull, Harry's arm was pressed down hard, unable to extend forward stably.

"Foul! Shameful foul! Let go of Harry's hand! You ugly gorilla!"

On the commentary platform in the distance, Lee Jordan roared angrily, seemingly wishing he could rush into the stadium.

"Ah——————!"

Harry watched the Golden Snitch fluttering its wings right in front of him, kicked his legs hard on the broom, and lunged forward like a bullet. The sudden burst of power dragged Higgs, who was holding his hands, forward.

The two fell off the broom together, and landed in a mess on the grass of the Quidditch field below.

A few seconds later, people saw Harry swaying and kneeling up, covering his mouth with his hand, as if he was about to vomit. He was trembling - coughing - a golden object fell into his palm, flapping its small wings desperately.

On the Hufflepuff stand, Cedric Diggory pressed his forehead with a strange expression.

"My God, he actually ate the Golden Snitch..."

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