Total Domination

After making up his mind, Ye Ting held the Quaffle in one hand, did no further probing, and set off directly.

His opening strategy was the same as Roger's in the previous round: he flew straight at his opponent. It looked as though he intended to overwhelm Roger with his physical abilities and replicate his success from the last round.

But unlike before, he did not fly very fast this time.

At this speed, whether he chose to suddenly change direction or perform difficult maneuvers, it would be much easier than at higher speeds. However, for Roger, facing an opponent at this speed meant that whether he needed to dodge or turn around and give chase after letting Ye Ting pass, he could make a timely judgment.

At this speed, Ye Ting's advantages in speed and strength could not be fully brought into play.

Seeing this, Roger was overjoyed.

He sighed inwardly. Young people really couldn't take a taunt. With just one sarcastic remark from him, Ye Ting had immediately abandoned his advantage to compete with him in technique. This time, he was definitely going to win.

So he began carefully observing Ye Ting's movements, ready to react at any moment.

Seeing this, the surrounding Quidditch players and knowledgeable spectators all sighed in regret, feeling it was a shame that Ye Ting had abandoned his advantage and crippled himself.

As the distance between the two steadily closed, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

When only a few meters remained between them, Ye Ting finally made his move. He pulled his broom to the left, intending to shake past his opponent with a sudden change of direction and circle around Roger before he could react.

But the experienced Roger had long been prepared. The moment Ye Ting made the preparatory movement for his turn and twisted his waist, Roger accurately judged what he would do next.

So he responded immediately—turning right at once. His movement was decisive, even a step faster than Ye Ting's.

Just like that, the initiative was entirely in his grasp.

As for his next move, whether he would block Ye Ting's flight path or cut in from the side and snatch the Quaffle as Ye Ting flew past him depended on Ye Ting's decision.

I've got this one.

Roger rejoiced inwardly, and a long-lost smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

But in the next moment, he realized he was wrong.

Ye Ting's turn was only a feint.

He completed only half of the left turn before twisting his body in the opposite direction in a way that defied human limits. In a short instant, he forcibly changed direction, wrenching his broom from a left turn into a right turn.

But Roger could not react to that move. Or rather, his reflexes and physical ability did not allow him to react.

Thus, he was completely fooled by the feint and could only watch helplessly as his opponent brushed past him.

By the time he managed to turn around and chase after him, it was already too late.

With ease, Ye Ting sent the ball through the goal once more.

2:0

Cheers immediately rang out across the field.

Everyone felt that Ye Ting had completely overturned their worldview that morning.

Ye Ting—this man, the acknowledged heartthrob of Hogwarts girls—had challenged their common sense again and again.

Everyone's impression of him had changed from an unpromising newcomer to a genius with extraordinary speed, then to a player with exceptional physical ability, and now he had defeated the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team—Roger—on a technical level as well.

Could one person's talent really be that overwhelming?

But no matter what, whether girls or boys, ordinary spectators or Quidditch players, everyone cheered for Ye Ting.

They felt they had witnessed the rise of a legend.

These young Ravenclaw wizards had already begun looking forward to the upcoming Quidditch Cup.

Ravenclaw had not won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup for several years in a row. They believed that after the team gained Ye Ting, all of that would change.

As for Roger, Ye Ting had dealt such a blow to him that he had little confidence left.

Originally, he had only wanted to properly teach the newcomer a lesson, but instead he had been taught a lesson from every angle. He had fallen behind in speed, physical ability, and technique alike, making him wonder whether he was dreaming.

He desperately wanted his roommate to wake him up, but unfortunately, this was reality.

Still, Roger was worthy of being the team captain. He quickly rebuilt his confidence and prepared to use his skill to score a point in the next round of offense and salvage some of his pride.

After all, compared to offense, defense demanded more experience.

Clearly, Ye Ting was a complete novice in that regard, which gave Roger an opening to exploit.

However, while his idea was good, reality was cruel.

In the next round, facing Roger's attack, Ye Ting performed with remarkable maturity and experience. He did not rush to intercept Roger head-on, nor did he try any flashy pursuit or containment tactics.

When Roger skillfully broke through his defense from Ye Ting's blind side, Ye Ting remained extremely calm. As Roger overtook him and moved behind him, Ye Ting swiftly swung his broom through a wide one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Then, using his speed advantage, he forcibly caught up to Roger from behind. As he caught up and passed him, he casually stretched out his arm and stole the Quaffle away.

This maneuver once again drew continuous applause and cheers from the crowd, but they were not as fervent as before—not because his performance was lacking, but because everyone had grown numb to his extraordinary displays.