Chapter 596 A Little Change

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Meanwhile, 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 field model and invited the entire Gryffindor team to the first-year The freshmen team made suggestions, 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, whispering to the two somewhat cautious little chubby boys about their brothers' valuable joint attack experience - perhaps it was the first time they had stepped into Gryffindor's territory, 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, 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 he took off the silver-green robe, judging from the strong desire to win on the boy's face and his familiarity with the Gryffindor students around him, no one would believe that he was 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 fills little Harry with anxiety. Whenever he thinks of tomorrow's game, he feels as if he is in the pit of his stomach. Like rolling.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't get rid of the tension by staying away from the crowd, and his mind kept thinking about tomorrow's game.

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 hard, expressing sincere relief to 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 two hundred and twenty 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 sausage cooked together. But my method is different..."

"...Be sure to keep your arms with enough strength when diving, 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 overlapped.

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 was back in his favorite Potions class.

“…set the fried chorizo ​​aside in a saucepan and add a small amount of tellison, a delicious, smoky chorizo ​​that develops its incredible aroma by frying it… …”

"...Potter, when you find that the other party is rushing towards a certain target, you must follow..."

“…Then chop some carrots, celery, and garlic, fry them in a pan until fragrant, and sprinkle in some lentils as a good choice of supplements, as well as bay leaves and thyme, which 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 dissatisfiedly.

"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 in yourself that you can fly well! As a team's seeker, you can't be the first to lose confidence."

"Yes, Harry, Senior Cedric is right."

At this moment, Elena, who had already discussed tactics with everyone, came over and echoed, then turned to look at Cedric Diggory who was sitting next to Harry, and thanked her quite sincerely.

"I'm really 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 her words, 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 two! ! Oh my god! ! !

Fat chickens are not hungry, fat chickens are not hungry~ Fat chickens with round faces are not hungry~