For the first time, Elena did not choose to sit at the Hufflepuff table to enjoy breakfast today.
After separating from Hannah, Luna and others at the entrance of the auditorium, Elena and Hermione, who were dressed in bright gold and red Gryffindor robes, came to sit down at the Gryffindor table and started eating breakfast and talking about what was going to happen today.
Two games to be played.
"The Hufflepuff team is not that easy to deal with, Hermione." Elena sipped the mashed potatoes, feeling the starch spread on her tongue.
"Don't worry, we are the most flexible team in the school, and besides..."
Hermione glanced at Elena and said confidently, "We still have Luna here, luck belongs to us."
After more than two months of training, the freshmen team is getting used to it. In terms of skills, it is no longer the last-place team of freshmen who were put together temporarily. Judging from the simulation of the training match, Hermione has at least 30%.
I'm sure I can beat the college team.
"Lucky? In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, luck may not be so useful..."
Elena shrugged noncommittally, of course she knew what Hermione's confidence was.
But it turns out that Luna's luck is not omnipotent - it is not so much luck, but that she is more keen in insight and perception than other wizards. However, just like the direct confrontation with Charlie before, Luna will be completely
Limit it.
However, after two months of training, the freshman team should have conducted some intensive exercises in this regard.
"Don't worry about us yet, you should consider Gryffindor first -"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, glanced at the white-haired dumpling beside her, and said worriedly.
"Are you really not going to play in the game later? That is a real all-star team composed of previous Hogwarts champions. You also saw the strength of each of them that day. If it weren't for you...
…”
"I can only play once, Hermione."
Elena picked up the browned toast, took a bite, and answered quite seriously.
"Any team that wants to win the championship this year must be able to defeat the 'All-Star Team' at least once, and the Gryffindor House team is no exception. If they cannot defeat the opponent with their own strength, that means
Because they are not qualified to compete for the Quidditch Cup...and on the other hand, the 'All-Star Team' is really not as invincible as you think..."
She turned her head, glanced at Wood who was sitting not far away, and said with a smile.
"Really, Captain Mu? I advise you to eat more. The competition will be fierce later."
"It's Charlie Weasley opposite..." Wood said, he was so nervous that he couldn't eat anything.
"Don't worry, Oliver," Fred patted him on the shoulder and consoled him, "In the Weasley Cup at the Burrow, George and I beat the team led by Charlie head-on more than once, what do you mean?
Right, George—eh?"
When Fred didn't get a response from his twin brother, he was stunned for half a second and turned his head strangely.
I saw George Weasley's eyes staying at the door, his eyes a little straight, as if he had seen some beautiful woman.
"Hey, man, how did you-"
Fred turned around in confusion, his eyes inadvertently passed by the door of the auditorium, and he suddenly froze.
"Wait, oh my god - isn't it? That's the national team?! That one in the back is a member of the Irish team! I've seen them on posters, oh my god, and the captains of the Tornadoes and the Hornets... oh my god
ah……"
In fact, there were quite a few people who suddenly fell into a daze like George. Many young wizards were staring blankly at the door at this time.
Dozens of tall, tall wizards wearing various Quidditch robes were walking into the auditorium talking and laughing.
Dimitrov, Quigley, Mallett...at least half of the stars of the Quidditch Professional League team came over.
As they appeared at the gate of the Hogwarts Auditorium, the chatter in the auditorium was silent for two or three seconds, and then rebounded more violently, with excitement, curiosity, and disbelief reverberating in the air.
"So I've said before, Delevingne, you should go back to school more often..."
Mrs. Huo Qi smiled and looked at the main chaser of the Hornets next to her, and pointed at the excited students in the auditorium.
"At least come back occasionally to teach the children how to play Quidditch. Compared to me, an ordinary player who has retired for a long time, they obviously like and admire star players like you more - of course, don't teach them any dangerous skills, otherwise don't blame me.
You drive him out."
"Maybe not recently, the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers are about to begin, and Coach Dun's training is very intense..."
Delevingne sighed sadly. Ever since the tactical coach arrived at Jurassic Stadium, training has become hell.
Of course, compared to when the tactics coach was there, Coach Brendan Dunn has been a lot more merciful during this period, and he was actually able to get tickets for the Hogwarts Quidditch game.
It actually surprised many team members.
Due to the closed teaching environment, generally speaking, graduates are not allowed to return to Hogwarts Castle.
Even an invitation to a public class like Mrs. Hooch's still needs to be approved by the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts School Board. Therefore, in the face of so many cumbersome rules, most wizards without exception chose the more trouble-free option.
of polite refusal.
Of course, the current invitation to watch the game is another matter.
If they could go to school to watch a game every week, it would be really enjoyable for Quidditch enthusiasts like them.
Not to mention, since last year, the dishes in the Hogwarts kitchen have been recognized by the wizarding world...
"D, Mr. Delevingne, can you sign a name for me?"
At this moment, an extremely nervous voice interrupted Draven's thoughts.
He saw a little red-haired wizard standing in front of him holding a pencil and notebook, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Sign? Of course, what's your name..."
"Roron, Ron, Ron Weasley, I am the substitute goalkeeper of Gryffindor House."
"Okay, Mr. Weasley, I hope to meet you on the court in the future."
Delevingne smiled and took the pen and paper, and wrote his signature in the notebook a little unfamiliarly.
Unlike those stars in the non-magical world, most Quidditch stars have no airs.
Although the wizarding world has a professional system such as the Quidditch League, due to the lack of a fixed commercial home court, as well as corresponding event broadcasts, fan meetings and other commercial activities, even a Hornets star like Delevingne and the England national team
The main chaser doesn't usually have much experience signing on-site, so this is a surprise for him.
However, Delevingne soon realized the pressure that followed this surprise.
As Ron successfully obtained an autograph, the students in the auditorium seemed to turn on a switch and gathered around their favorite Quidditch stars to ask for autographs. The sudden crowd almost overwhelmed them in an instant.
Fortunately, since today is Quidditch match day, most students did not bring their schoolbags to the auditorium.
Therefore, under the scolding of Mrs. Hoqi, Delevingne and others stood at the door and signed dozens of signatures, and finally were able to cross the flow of people and walk towards the dining area specified on the "audience tickets" in their hands - Hogg
Watts did not set up a guest table this time. All the guests who visited Hogwarts today had their meals scattered in various colleges.
"Audience section, Gryffindor——"
Delevingne looked at the instructions on the "ticket" in his hand with a slightly subtle expression.
As a graduate from Slytherin House, Draven never expected that when he returned to school for the first time, he would have dinner with his old enemies Gryffindors, but those were minor conflicts in the past.
,and……
Delevingne's eyes fell on the dining table not far away, with some emotion and sigh.
The red-haired little wizard was waving to him excitedly at this time. The news that the foreign guests would sit at the tables of various colleges had spread among the students. Everyone was looking at the guests excitedly, hoping that they would sit down.
On my own side...
Ron Weasley, I didn't expect that the first person who came to him for an autograph was actually a member of the Gryffindor team.
Draven smiled and nodded towards Ron, then strode over.
"The first game today will be your college team. How about it? Are you confident?"
The main chaser of the Hornets sat down in the empty seat next to Ron, skillfully grabbed a piece of toast, spread butter on it, and looked curiously at the little wizards sitting around him.
asked casually.
"If I guess correctly, you are all members of the academy team. I heard that your first opponent was very strong?"
Unlike other places at the Gryffindor table, all students here have a broom placed under their chairs.
Obviously, this is most likely the dining area for this Gryffindor House team.
And the reason why Draven came here instead of going to the other side where there are more girls is the same reason - noisy and talkative little girls are not as interesting as Quidditch, and girls from Gryffindor House are better off.
Don't mess with it.
"All-star team, I didn't expect such a team to appear in Hogwarts..."
Delevingne looked over and over at the "Game Viewing Guide" in his hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.
Compared to when he was in school, Hogwarts today is obviously much more exciting and fun. The Quidditch champions from the four houses formed a team, the freshmen mixed together to form a team, and Ravenclaw withdrew...
…let alone these things appearing together in the past, even if one of them appeared at random, it would be enough to become the focus of discussion at Hogwarts for several years to come.
"It doesn't matter. In order to defeat the All-Star team, we trained very hard——"
Oliver Wood took a deep breath, tried to overcome his nervousness, and answered in a deep voice.
"Training? Or six guarantees and one. I remember Gryffindor had always played this way when I was in school. It's not that this style of play is not good. After all, this is how the Bulgarian national team plays, but it relies too much on finding the ball.
Hands on..."
Delevingne grinned, shook his head and looked at Wood, blocking out what he wanted to say.
"The seeker is indeed a very important link, but if the tactics are too fixed, once the overwhelming advantage cannot be obtained in this position, it will cause the entire team to collapse... You know, if any of you want to
If you want to take Quidditch as a career, you have to be flexible in your mind, and of course there will be a coach to teach you this."
"We also have a coach, Mr. Delevingne, she-"
Fred looked past the England national team's main chaser, glanced to the side, and said quickly.
"Coach? Are they also students? Hey, in school... it's good to gain some experience, but if someone told me how to fly when I was in school, I would never listen anyway. Hogwarts can fly.
Everyone is in heaven..."
Draven waved his hand nonchalantly, picked up a glass of iced milk, took a sip, and said mysteriously.
"Of course there are exceptions. For example, we have two coaches, but this is a secret weapon that only our national team has."
"Two coaches? Besides Mr. Brandon Dunn, is there another one?!"
Ron turned sideways curiously and looked at Draven in surprise.
As a Quidditch fanatic, he can say that he is very familiar with the members of his country's national team, but in his impression, the England national team should only have Brendan Dunn, a former champion player, as the head coach.
.
"Oh, of course, but she's a tactical coach - and..."
Draven raised his eyebrows, shook his body uncomfortably, lowered his voice, and spoke softly.
"Have you heard of the flying devil? This kind of thing really exists. If you are lucky enough to enter the national team, or if we have the opportunity to enter the global finals through the qualifiers this year, you may have the opportunity to see her - but
To be honest, that's the real tactical coach, and I don't recognize any so-called coach other than that one."
"Actually, our coach is also very scary..." George moved his lips and made a sound like a mosquito.
"Ha, how can there be such a scary devil coach in the school? You have seen too few of them."
Draven chuckled, shook his head, and shook his fingers disdainfully.
Snapped.
Snap.
Before Delevingne could finish speaking, he felt as if someone gently tapped his arm with a notebook.
When I glanced at it from the corner of my eye, I saw what seemed to be a stack of white, brand-new notebooks.
"Oh, little guy, one person can only sign one copy——"
Delevingne said with a smile, picking up Ron's pen on the table and preparing to take the book and start signing. After the practice of signing large-scale signatures at the door, he gradually became familiar with this behavior.
.
"Well, could you please write your name on your own copy and distribute the remaining copies to other team members?"
At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded in Delevingne's ears.
Distribute it to...other team members?
Are the little guys so rude nowadays?
Draven was stunned for a moment, frowned and turned his head as he was about to say something, when his expression suddenly froze.
"Uh, uh... Ka, Coach Kaslana?!"
"Good morning, Delevingne, I haven't seen you for almost two months."
Elena said hello casually, and patted Draven's angular arm muscles again with the notebook in her hand.
"This is a tactical notebook. You are not on vacation at Hogwarts today. Let me tell you, carefully study and record the two games later, including positioning, tactics, and mobility improvement points. Write them all down in the notebook as much as possible.
Come down..."
"Okay, if everyone has eaten, get ready to go."
Elena stood up and looked around at the Gryffindor players who were still in shock.
"It's almost time to go to the locker room to prepare. Then I will lay out the tactics for the last time..."