Five hundred and ninetieth chapters a trace of change
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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room.
Although Gryffindor has lost hope of winning the championship this year, Oliver Wood did not fall into depression. Instead, he took the initiative to contribute his treasured Quidditch model and invited the entire Gryffindor team to the first-year
The freshman team made plans, used their wands to direct the villains to move around, and explained the tactics that Slytherin might use.
Fred and George did not gather around Wood; they had other important tasks.
At this time, the Weasley twins were squatting in the corner of the lounge, quietly imparting their brothers' valuable joint attack experience to the two somewhat cautious little chubby boys next to them - perhaps it was the first time they had stepped into Gryffindor's territory, and Clara
Boo and Gore looked a little nervous, and their minds were even more distracted than usual.
With some curriculum adjustments in the school during this period, and Elena, who has access to the four college lounges, acting as a mediator, the seemingly impenetrable ice wall between the various colleges gradually cracked a small crack.
As for the first-year wizards, there was almost no academic barrier from the beginning.
For example, Crabbe and Goyle, two chubby little guys, because of their frequent Quidditch training matches, are privately closer to the Weasley twins than they are to many senior students in the same college.
many.
However, compared to Crabbe and Goyle, who were still a little uncomfortable, Draco Malfoy, who was sitting next to Elena, was obviously much more natural. At this time, he was listening carefully to the tactical analysis and talking to Ron from time to time.
Discussing tomorrow's attack method with Hannah.
If you take off the silver-green robe, just judging from the strong desire to win on the boy's face and his familiarity with the Gryffindor students around him, no one will believe that he is a Slytherin.
Little wizard.
In addition, sitting far away from the center of the crowd was a nervous-looking boy with black hair and glasses.
This is the first time that he has played such an important position in a game, and it is also the position that Elena played before. This filled little Harry's heart with anxiety. Whenever he thought of tomorrow's game, he felt like he was in the pit of his stomach.
Like rolling.
It's a pity that Harry couldn't get rid of the tension by staying away from the crowd, and kept thinking about tomorrow's game in his mind.
Because Cedric Diggory, the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, was sitting across from him and was telling Harry in great detail what a seeker should pay attention to during the game, as well as some practical
Competition tips.
"Don't worry, Potter. You can fly very well, not much worse than Elena."
Cedric patted Harry's shoulder forcefully, and sincerely comforted the first-year boy in front of him.
"Seeker is not a position where you can win just by looking at who is bigger. This position requires more eyes, concentration, flying skills, and brains... At this point, you are better than those gorillas in Slytherin.
They are too strong. Not to mention, you are 220 points ahead of Slytherin, there is absolutely no problem!"
"Yeah..." Harry's mouth twitched and he replied stiffly.
The vegetable chowder he had just eaten in the evening seemed to be tumbling in his stomach. The boy subconsciously covered his mouth and tried to recall Sister Elena's description of the chowder, trying to divert his attention through memories.
Although this may be a bit disrespectful to Senior Cedric, but... it would be too ugly if he was so nervous that he vomited it out in front of so many people, especially Draco and the eldest sister.
"...When you fly high, you have to pay attention to the reflection on the edge of the court..."
"...Ratto is a classic Italian dish. Simply put, it is a stew of large pieces of beef, suckling beef, pork, chicken and sausages cooked together. But my method is different..."
"...When you dive, you must keep your arms with enough strength and don't press down completely..."
“…start by adding some of the fennel sausage and frying in the pan, making sure to brown on all sides…”
With Harry's method of diverting attention, the churning feeling originally gathered in his stomach gradually disappeared. Cedric Diggory's voice seemed to come from a far away place, and it was the same as Elena's.
The sounds overlap.
The intense competition scene lingering in Harry's mind slowly changed, with some smells and food appearances appearing, and of course some of the knives and tweezers he was familiar with, as if he had returned to his favorite Potions class.
“…Put the fried chorizo aside in a saucepan and add a small amount of tellison, a delicious, smoky chorizo that develops an incredible aroma when fried…
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"...Potter, when you find that the other party is rushing towards a certain target, you must follow..."
“...Then chop some carrots, celery, garlic, fry them in a pan until the aroma comes out, and sprinkle in some lentils as a good choice of supplements, as well as bay leaves and thyme, these are essential spices...
"...When flying at high speed, keep your body as close to the broom as possible, but your arms must be stretched forward..."
"...Put the sausage back into the pot and add some chicken juice, and of course pigeon meat, beef, and pork. Stew the lentils patiently until they are tender, waiting for the flavor of the spices to penetrate into the depths of every piece of meat..."
"...Finally, grab the Golden Snitch firmly and tighten your fists to prevent it from flying away..."
"...Sprinkle some minced parsley, and the gorgeous yet simple vegetable chowder is ready..."
With his imagination, the delicious and fragrant vegetable chowder seemed to appear again in front of the boy's eyes.
Harry Potter swallowed and asked softly subconsciously.
"So, can I eat it now?"
"Eat? That's the Golden Snitch! You have to catch it with your hands, not eat it with your mouth!"
Cedric Diggory frowned, looked at little Harry who seemed to be distracted in front of him, and waved his hand in dissatisfaction.
"Hey! Potter? Potter, are you listening to me?"
"Eh?! Sorry, sorry, I'm a little nervous..."
Harry Potter, who was immersed in fantasy, suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Cedric sheepishly, and apologized quickly.
"...Forget it, I think what you need most now is adequate rest, not these experiences."
Glancing at Harry who was hurriedly apologizing, Cedric shrugged helplessly and pressed his hands hard on the boy's thin shoulders, "It doesn't matter even if you forget those experiences. The most important thing is that you must
Believe that you can fly well! As a team's seeker, you can't lose confidence first."
"Yes, Harry, Senior Cedric is right."
At this moment, Elena, who had already discussed tactics with everyone, came over and agreed, then turned to look at Cedric Diggory who was sitting next to Harry, and thanked her quite sincerely.
"I'm sorry to trouble you tonight. Thank you very much, Senior Cedric..."
"You're welcome, I also want to see the scene when Slytherin College loses to you. Those guys are so annoying!"
Before Elena could finish speaking, Cedric smiled and shook his head.
"Besides, you have cooked so much delicious food for everyone in Hufflepuff during this period. As the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, I have to find some way to express my gratitude, right?"
"Although I want to say that this is not logically true - but you are right, you are handsome. As for you, Harry..."
Elena glanced at Cedric's handsome face, shrugged noncommittally, and then looked at Harry Potter, who still looked anxious and unconfident in front of her, and sighed helplessly.
"Well, I'll ask Hermione to take you to a place to see, maybe it can make you more confident..."
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Chapter 2!! Oh my god!!!
Fat chickens are not hungry, fat chickens are not hungry~ Fat chickens with round faces are not hungry~