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And at the same time, the Gryffindor common room.

Although Gryffindor had lost hope of winning the championship this year, Oliver Wood did not let this discouragement and took the initiative to contribute his treasured model of the Quidditch arena, and pulled the entire Gryffindor team to give advice to the first-year team, using his wand to direct the villains to move around, explaining the tactics that Slytherin might use.

Fred and George weren't around Wood, they had other important tasks to do.

At this time, the Weasley twins crouched in the corner of the common room, whispering to the two of them who were a little reserved and fat, and the two brothers had a valuable experience in combining attacks - perhaps for the first time stepping into Gryffindor territory, Crabbe and Goyle looked a little nervous, and their distractions were even more serious than usual.

With some of the curriculum adjustments in the school over this time, and Elena with access to the four house lounges as a conciliator, the seemingly impregnable ice wall between the various houses gradually cracked a small crack.

And the little wizards in the first year almost didn't have any house barriers from the beginning.

For example, Crabbe and Goyle, the two chubby duns, because of their frequent Quidditch training matches, have a private relationship with the Weasley twins, and are even closer to many senior students in the same house.

However, Draco Malfoy, who sat next to Elena, was noticeably more natural than Crabbe and Goyle, who were still a little uncomfortable, and he was listening carefully to the tactical analysis, occasionally discussing with Ron and Hannah how to attack tomorrow.

If you took off the silver-green robes, judging by the strong desire to win on the boy's face and the familiarity with the Gryffindor students around him, no one would believe that he was a young Slytherin wizard.

In addition to this, far from the center of the crowd, there was also a nervous black-haired boy with glasses.

It was the first time he had played such an important position in a match, and it was the same position that Elena had played before, which filled Harry Jr.'s heart with trepidation, and whenever he thought about tomorrow's game, his stomach felt like it was rolling.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't get out of the crowd and kept thinking about tomorrow's game.

Because Cedric Diggory, the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, was sitting across from him right now, giving Harry extra details about what a Seeker should look out for in a match, as well as some practical tips for the game.

"Don't worry, Potter. You fly well and are not much worse than Elena. ”

Cedric patted Harry on the shoulder, reassuring the first-year boy in front of him with great sincerity.

"The Seeker isn't a position where you can win by looking big, it's a place that requires eyes, concentration, flying skills, and brains...... At this point, you're so much better than those Slytherin gorillas. Not to mention, you're a full two hundred and twenty points ahead of Slytherin, absolutely no problem!"

"yes...... Harry replied stiffly with the corners of his mouth twitching.

The vegetable chowder he had just eaten in the evening seemed to be tumbling in his stomach, and the boy subconsciously covered his mouth, trying to recall Elena's description of the chowder, trying to divert his attention through recollection.

Although this may be a little disrespectful to Cedric's senior, it ...... If you vomit in front of so many people, especially Draco and the eldest sister, because of nervousness, it will be too ugly.

“...... When you're flying high, you have to watch out for reflections on the edge of the pitch......"

“...... Chowder is a classic Italian dish that is simply a smorgasbord of beef, dairy beef, pork, chicken and sausages, but I don't do it the same way......

“...... When diving, be sure to keep your arms with spare strength and not completely press down......"

“...... Start by adding part of the Italian fennel sausage and fry it in a pan, making sure to brown each side ......"

As Harry diverted his attention, the tumbling sensation that had gathered in his stomach faded away, and Cedric Diggory's voice seemed to come from far away, overlapping with Elena's eldest sister's voice.

The tense scenes of the game that had been haunting Harry's mind slowly changed, with some of the tastes and food, and of course, some of the knives and tweezers he was familiar with, as if he were back in his favorite Potions class.

“...... Set the fried sausages aside in a saucepan and add a small amount of Trisson sausage, a delicious, smoky salami that is fried to give it an incredible aroma......"

“...... Potter, when you see that the other person is rushing towards a target, be sure to keep up......"

“...... Then cut some carrots, celery, garlic and fry them in a pan to bring out the aroma, sprinkle in some lentils is a good adjunct option, and bay leaves and thyme, which are essential spices......

“...... When flying at high speeds, keep your body as close to the broom as possible, but always have your arms stretched forward......"

“...... Then add some chicken juice to the sausage, and of course pigeon, beef, pork, and patiently stew the lentils until soft, waiting for the flavor of the spices to penetrate into the depths of each piece of meat......"

“...... Finally, grab the Golden Snitch steadily, clench your fists and don't let it fly away......"

“...... Sprinkle with chopped parsley and you're ready for a gorgeous and simple vegetable chowder......"

With his imagination, the boy's eyes seemed to be filled with the delicious and fragrant vegetable chowder again.

Harry Potter swallowed and asked softly.

"So, can I eat it now?"

"Eat it, that's the Golden Snitch! You have to grab it with your hands, not eat it with your mouth!"

Cedric Diggory frowned, looked at little Harry in front of him, who seemed to be distracted, and waved his hand with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Potter, are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm a little nervous......"

Harry Potter, who was immersed in fantasy, snapped back to his senses, looked at Cedric embarrassedly, and quickly apologized.

“...... Forget it, I guess what you need most right now is plenty of rest, not these experiences. ”

Glancing at Harry, who was apologizing in a panic, Cedric shrugged helplessly, and pressed his hands the boy's thin shoulders, "It doesn't matter if you forget those experiences, the most important thing is that you must believe that you can fly well! As a team Seeker, you can't lose faith first." ”

"That's right, Harry, Senior Cedric is right. ”

At this moment, Elena, who had already finished discussing the tactics with everyone, walked over, echoed a word, and then turned to look at Cedric Diggory, who was sitting next to Harry, and thanked him quite sincerely.

"I'm really sorry for you tonight, thank you so much, Senior Cedric......"

"You're welcome, I'd love to see Slytherin lose to you, those guys are so annoying!"

Before Elena could finish speaking, Cedric smiled and shook his head.

"Besides, you've made so many delicious meals for everyone in Hufflepuff over this time, and I, as the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, have to find a way to express my gratitude, right?"

"Although I want to say that this doesn't logically hold up - you're right, though. As for you, Harry......"

Elena glanced at Cedric's handsome face, shrugged her shoulders noncommittally, and then looked at Harry Potter in front of her, who was still full of worry and unconfidence, and sighed helplessly.

"Well, I'll let Hermione take you around a place, maybe it will give you a little more confidence......"

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