Let's pit a regular team against superhuman elite soldiers, whzt could go wrong?
The other first classes were Interesting.
At least there was no more madness, and everything was singing, Aizawa’s wand producing cats and pillows in quantity.
That was a good dream.
Too bad there was no chance this could be real.
Each of the new ‘Izughosts’ had taken a turn to fight Peeves(Who let Mina decide the names again?).
He had strangely not returned for a few weeks after All might. Bets were on him either flying far away enough for him to be lost (a distinct possibility in Aizawas opinion. Ghosts were apparently immune to damage, being dead. If All Might had not found one of the poltergeist pranks funny, a 100% punch was an appropriate response.) Or he had just been knocked out that long(Once again, fair assessment, since being hit by a fist-shaped meteorite was probably a good comparison).
At least they waited until the last first class to truly unleash chaos.
He was ready to hear the first last words of his students.
“I’m gonna kill them, first and last time I let them loose like this”
Everything had started so well. How could it go so wrong in an instant?
The answer is: kids.
His kids did not start things for once, and it was little Draco that started parading as if he owned the place (hem), was the most influential (he’s got a twin), the most powerful (Midoriya), the most dangerous (no comment) or the scariest (Pick you choice in a world where reality takes a beating and asks for more).
No really, the attempt was laughable.
The results, not so much.
After a bout of childish back-and-forth that really brought down the average IQ of the room down by a few points (seeing as they were outdoors, that meant the entire planet, which was quite a feat) twin idiot flew into the air, followed by branded problem child (it was his title by right, not everybody was enough of a trouble magnet to bring forth the final boss at the age of 1) who was coached into it by Ochaco’s twin. He had an inkling of who the problem children might be this year.
Let it be known that for someone as new as Harry Potter was, he still had a good grasp of the broom. As far as the first tries went, he did a perfect job.
He already knew how high the bar would be for his students.
(-o-)
Maybe letting alone a group of people that ran a marathon as a warm up was not the best idea.
Especially when there was flying involved.
In barely two minutes, Bakugo had removed his shoes and started training his new addition to his quirk (as if he needed that), Yaoyorozu had tried once again to make some gadgets (Apparently, being a witch meant that she was not allowed to create anything more advanced than a watch, even if she could now produce enough scraps to make a tank in about two seconds), Midoriya trained with his flight quirk (multiple quirks meant multiple awakenings apparently), Uraraka was changing her gravity to fly (directing her gravity was apparently a thing now), and Tokoyami was riding dark shadow like a broom and racing against a thoroughly baffled Ron Weasley.
It was something glorious.
But at the same time, they might have made too much noise, and shown too much, because now they were all preemptively asked to try for their house teams.
Aizawa had tried to weasel his way out of “this illogical waste of time” until It was revealed that at Hogwarts, they could win points and have more time for themselves. Midnight was whispering in his ear about all this new naptime like a Jiminy Cricket with a love for bondage and nude after an all nighter consuming aphrodisiacs as a replacement for booze.
Because of it, they were now all waiting for their house captain to call them.
(-o-)
“Your turn Barbara”
He did not know what his parents thought when they named him.
“I’m coming you idiots”
They had been forbidden to use their quirks.
He was still going to be the best beater they had ever seen.
Beside him was deku, trying for seeker.
Good luck about that.
(-o-)
Pr. McGonagall was not new to her job. This was certainly not the first time some students had been showing exceptional talent. She had seen a lot of things, but never in her career had she seen such a strong batch of students in first year.
By strong she meant that a team of first years was able to play and defeat the usual team with laughable ease.
This was happening just before her eyes.
From the start of the game, the difference had been obvious.
At first, the first years were clearly overwhelmed when it came to the way they were supposed to play the game.
It only lasted for about two minutes.
After that, they started to pick up the pace, and in a terrifying and beautiful display of skill, they started scoring point after point.
At first, the points were scored in a classic way, , but quite quickly, it became a game inside the game.
The chasers were ruthless and efficient, their acrobatic abilities on full display. From one side of the field to the other, even on the school's brooms, all while hanging from one hand sometimes, if it meant avoiding the other chasers or bludgers.
The young Fawkes, the most explosive student of the team, had started by trying for beater. After saying that they would make a second Gryffindor team to test, He had asked to be the keeper. He had been scarily focused from the beginning, performing ridiculous saves, with him jumping away from his broom onto the rings to catch the quaffle before jumping again on his broom and landing on it standing being one of the less impressive stunts.
The beaters were locked in a battle of wills, with apparently two sets of twins, and the youngest pair was winning. They displayed an absurd amount of strength, and the weasley twins were trying (and failing) to stop everything they were sent.
When it came to the seekers, it was a joke. Even with the young Potter being an incredibly talented player, his opponent was somehow faster, had better reactions, and better coordination. He even stood on the tip of his broom (broom that was pointed upwards for god’s sake) to distract another player, leading to a magnificent ten seconds where a chaser somehow threw the quaffle from one side of the stadium to the other, one of the rings being of course in its path.
She was quite certain that none of these students would be allowed anywhere near a professional quidditch team.
(-o-)
Midoriya Izuku had expected a lot of things to happen, and Nana Shimura shouting “this is Sparta'' while kicking the local poltergeist was not that surprising anymore.
He did not expect, however, to be “so good we’re forbidden to play against these extras” (no point for guessing who said that).
At least they had more time to train and wait for Aizawa’s next assignment (he was in a stealth training mood, so maybe entering the headmaster’s office undetected?).
And also, who thought that letting eleven year olds use a flying broom faster than some cars at a high altitude was a good idea in any way, shape or form?