"Ka, coach Kaslana?"

"Is there any problem? Weasley... aren't you full yet?"

Elena tilted her head, her eyes passing over George and Fred's plates.

Under the girl's calm gaze, the Weasley twins reflexively grabbed the remaining food on the plate, quickly stuffed it into each other's mouths, and devoured it - wasting food in front of the chef would have comparable consequences.

Death is more terrible.

"Uh, uh uh--" Fred said vaguely as he struggled to swallow the sausage George stuffed him with.

"No, I mean, what Mr. Delevingne said, the England national team - tactical coach, really..."

"After winning the Quidditch championship last semester, Professor Dumbledore applied for us to be eligible for summer professional team trials."

Elena shrugged her shoulders and explained very naturally, frowning slightly.

"Didn't Ron tell you? It shouldn't be. Except for Harry and Draco, who missed the training invitation, I remember that everyone in the freshman team should have gone to various professional teams to participate in trial training in the second half of the summer.

ah?"

"Wait a minute, isn't that just a Quidditch summer camp?"

The corners of George Weasley's mouth twitched and he looked at Ron next to him in confusion.

Regarding what Ron had seen and heard in the last half month, as his biological brothers, they had naturally tortured him long ago.

In their impression, oh no, to be precise, in normal logic, in such a professional Quidditch club, an eleven or twelve-year-old wizard would not only feel the atmosphere, ask for autographs, etc., but at most just follow

Fly away...

Even in the most outrageous situation, the best he can do is become a reserve member of the youth training.

"What, do you think I'm not qualified to be a tactical coach?"

Elena smiled and turned her head to look at one of the Weasley twins who was speaking.

Although she didn't know whether it was George or Fred who was speaking at this time, Bill Weasley told her a strange method of Mrs. Weasley's way of dealing with twin troubles - no matter who is seeking death,

Anyway, just grab anyone at random and give him a good beating. If you hit him wrongly, there will be internal strife between the two of them.

Speaking of which, she has never found an opportunity to try this wonderful way of solving problems.

However, before George could answer, Delevingne, who was sitting next to him, said in a solemn voice.

"Miss Kaslana's flying skills are something I have never seen before. All members of the England national team think so. She and Miss Amber impressed everyone on the first day. If she is not qualified to be a tactician,

Coach, then I really can’t think of anyone else who can do the job... Speaking of which, where is Miss Aibo? I thought..."

"She's on the Hufflepuff House team, and we should be able to see her play in the game this afternoon."

Elena tilted her head towards the Hufflepuff table next door, and Hannah sat with the team members like her.

"As for Luna, she serves as the seeker for this freshmen team. They will face off against the Hufflepuff House team for the first time in this afternoon's game. This is also one of the contents of your review today.

One, don’t forget.”

"Uh, do you really want to write it? After reading this, I mainly think..."

Draven looked at Elena with a bitter look on his face, and his strong and burly body made a cautious voice.

Since graduation, Delevingne has almost never written anything. He originally thought that today he would just watch the school football. Who would have thought that he would have the opportunity to experience campus life - but if he refused directly, he did not have the courage.

.

You know, unlike facing students who are not yet mature physically and mentally, Elena in Jurassic Stadium is in full fire mode.

"This is a necessary step if you want to be qualified for the test flight of a new broom. If nothing else happens, the new broom should be fully launched before the World Championship. You don't want to miss the competition... If something goes wrong by then

, then maybe you can get extra training from me... you know, S-level Quidditch training..."

Elena smiled and said softly, and the sweet smile quickly turned scary and ferocious in Draven's eyes.

Gulu——

Draven swallowed, and the look of reluctance disappeared from his face.

"No problem, Coach Kaslana, how many should we write?"

"Well... there is no strict requirement for the length of the content. This is mainly a matter of attitude, you know."

Elena gently patted Draven's thick and strong shoulder, paused for a few seconds, and glanced at the little wizards around her.

After several conversations, the morale of the Gryffindor team members was obviously stronger than before.

After all, there is still a big gap between the head coach of Gryffindor College and the tactical coach of the national team. After learning that they may be using the tactics of top professional teams, the students will also be able to implement subsequent tactics.

Much more confident.

However, this alone is not enough...

Elena raised the corner of her mouth slightly and glanced at the members of the All-Star team who were chatting not far away.

"Let's go to the Quidditch locker room... Before the game starts, I have something to say to you, and by the way, I have something to show you. If you can win the game today, I may be able to help

You got a full set of autographs."

…………

A moment later, the Gryffindor dressing room.

"We all know what kind of opponent we will face next." Elena said.

At this time, everyone has put on their bright red Quidditch robes. After Coach Kaslana's pre-game tactical arrangements are completed, they will be ready to leave the locker room and face the most luxurious lineup in history.

.

"Even with the new tactics, in terms of objective strength, our Gryffindor team is still not favored by everyone... In addition to various colleges, you also know that there are stars from various professional teams and various companies.

Reporters from newspapers, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and...your families...well, Hogwarts sent them tickets to watch the game."

Elena stood on the stool in the locker room and looked around at the players.

"Unfortunately, not many people think that Gryffindor has a chance of winning. In the eyes of most people, this must be a one-sided crushing game - frankly speaking, just ten minutes ago, reporters were even prepared

The manuscript is ready to be sent out.”

A glimmer of light appeared on the delicate face of the little mixed-race Veela, looking a bit dreamy in the dim dressing room.

"As for the content of the interview, I think it's better for you to see it with your own eyes..."

She took out her wand and moved it slightly in mid-air.

The next second, a cloud of mist surged out from the tip of Elena's wand and hovered in the air.

"Interview content? Elena, I don't think this is-"

Oliver Wood frowned in confusion, about to express some different opinions.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a vague, but extremely familiar voice coming from the mist, and the originally erratic mist gradually condensed and deformed, turning into the appearance of a young man who was speaking.

"Charlie?!" Fred was stunned for half a second, looked up at the mist in the air, and said in surprise.

"...So, Mr. Weasley, as the former Gryffindor captain, you should be very familiar with the current Gryffindor captain. How do you evaluate this rookie after you left Hogwarts?

?”

First there was a woman's voice that sounded a little vague.

Immediately afterwards, the "atomized" Charlie began to speak, and although his voice sounded a little distant, it was very clear.

"Oh, you mean Wood? I haven't played against him as an opponent, but I think as a goalkeeper, Wood has no shortcomings. Of course, he also has no advantages..."

"What's this……"

Oliver Wood's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Elena.

At the same time, Fred and George also turned their heads and looked at the little mixed-race Veela in disbelief.

"Don't take it too seriously. It's just a normal trash talk session. The effect of the show..."

Elena waved her hand pretending to be relaxed, and explained softly with some helplessness, "In order to promote the sales of newspapers, reporters need some gimmicks, and Charlie has no choice but to cooperate a little. I believe this is not his real idea-"

"But, that shouldn't be like this...I mean...how could he..."

George Weasley frowned heavily, a little angry.

However, before George could finish speaking, the "female reporter" asked another question, and the mist gradually began to twist and change, replacing him with another young wizard who looked a little gloomy.

For Oliver Wood, this is another "acquaintance".

He personally ended the three-consecutive Gryffindor dynasty created by Charlie, the star chaser of Slytherin College, and the great villain who upholds "victory is everything" - the previous captain of the Slytherin team, Gerald

·Howard.

The disastrous defeat of Gryffindor the year before last was due to this gentleman.

"Gryffindor's twin beaters? Hey, are they still flying in the sky? I always thought that anyone with a sense of shame would understand that they are not suitable for this after experiencing a massacre with a gap of three to four hundred points.

sports……"

Gerald's contemptuous voice was like magic, instantly penetrating the Weasley twins' eardrums.

Along with the trash talk of this newly promoted C-class member of the SCP Foundation, the indifferent smiles on George and Fred's faces gradually faded away, and their expressions quickly became as cold and angry as Wood's.
To be continued...