Chapter 356 Some Are Happy And Others Are Sad

The sacrifice, which is the origin of etiquette and civilization, is also the most primitive belief of humanity.

For a long time, both the East and the West have unanimously made sacrifices to those incomprehensible natural phenomena or natural objects to obtain blessings, protection, and rest in peace.

Although it is no longer the ancient times full of mud, there is still some logic behind it. For example, after "successfully sacrificing" all the Quidditch players in Gryffindor, Hogwarts Castle and the rest of the students from the divisions finally spent the second weekend after school in a stable manner.

Regardless of what happened afterwards, at least in these days, except for a brief startle in the field, every time Dumbledore saw the white-haired gnome at the Quidditch stadium, he still felt that rare tranquility and finally found someone who could witness the approach of this little devil.

It must be admitted that, as a sport flying in the sky, the Quidditch ball is truly fascinating magic.

You should know that any team sport that can last a hundred years has its own unique charm and wisdom.

After the first day of training, Oliver Wood, with the title of "Quidditch Madman," immediately adapted a "Ultimate Four Guarantee One" system for Elena.

The Weasley brothers were like two lumps of sugar following Elena, making sure that no one could get closer to her within a meter, no matter how unruly Elena became.

Together with Gore and Crabbe flying in circles from time to time to protect the newcomers, Elena wanted to catch the wandering ball as much as catching the golden snitch.

In fact, during the training game, there were no golden snitches released. So as long as Elena broke through the defense line, grabbed the wandering ball, and slammed it to the ground, she won.

However, despite this, the new Quidditch team with the aerial predator Elena, when facing the serious Gryffindor team, still could not achieve a win percentage of more than fifty percent.

After Elena was contained, the physical and experiential disadvantages of the first-year newcomers remained too evident, whether it was Ron, Crabbe, Goyle in defense, or Harry and Della in offense. Trying to keep up with the offensive and defensive pace of the official players remained a tough task.

The fact that the difference between the two teams widened to more than 150 points to end the game was not a rare event. Offensive errors, missed passes, failed defenses, rigid flight paths...

After truly arriving on the field, Elena finally felt clearly that the game of flying ball was more difficult than the game of ball on the ground, and it was easy to form a force crush.

Therefore, after a weekend of intense training and gradually understanding some rules and modalities of Quidditch, Elena finally set aside some of her previous pride and arrogance, and seriously, like a sponge, absorbed the experience and knowledge of the official Gryffindor players.

Of course, the result is...

"This is really hard..."

On Monday morning, George Weasley complained with a piece of bread, looking across the wood with a bitter face.

"Even in professional Quidditch games, is there a beater that needs to face the wandering ball throughout the entire game? Right? This way, it may not take a week, we may not be able to stop Elena."

"It's not just Elena, the talent of those kids is terrifying."

Fred Weasley sighed, moved his arm, and began spreading potato sauce on his piece of bread.

"Did you see the aerial race where Harry and Draco cooperated yesterday? That type of flight path is almost as if they were about to die, directly hitting the goal post."

They finally realized the motto that Wood had always emphasized, fighting with their lives, playing every game with the consciousness of death... At a close distance, they witnessed Elena catching the free ball several times, and the small holes in the ground that seemed to have been bombarded by meteor showers, the Weasley brothers began to wonder if they would play Quidditch.

"From a different perspective, this really isn't good news."

Oliver Wood shrugged, peeled a potato, dipped the plate of coarse salt on the table, and said calmly. Compared to the exaggerated Weasley brothers, he was much calmer as the captain.

"At least when we face the first-year Quidditch team, we still have a certain tactical preparation for confrontation, and the win rate can be at least fifty-five percent. If you change to three other academies, it will be considered no decrease in a game. Fortunately, as long as we can beat the first-year team in the qualifying tournament, this will probably be our most promising year in recent years."

The Hogwarts Quidditch Academy Cup adopts a cyclical points system. From the second month of the new school year, each team will play against the other teams twice, and then the top two points from the final total points.

"Come on, you've said this phrase for three years, every year is the most promising."

Angelina Johnson rolled her eyes and said weakly, "And compared to the game, I think everyone is more concerned about what we will do with three meals a day in the coming months."

"Three meals a day? Is there a problem?"

Wood frowned, pointing to the still full golden plate of food on the table, "lettuce, bread, potatoes, bacon, sausages, eggs... all the nutritional components we need."

"Breakfast, of course, is fine, but haven't you seen the lunch and dinner recipes placed on the kitchen table?"

Angelina Johnson raised the spoon and pointed to a piece of parchment not far from Wood's seat.

"Roasted potatoes, potato lettuce soup, beef stew with potatoes, bacon mashed potatoes, toast, boiled lettuce... this is lunch. And dinner is just an extra potato pie and strips of fried potatoes, and Nick with his head in his hand, this will be the fixed menu next week."

Over time, with the magical assistance of teachers and older students, the first plants sown in the gardens of the four schools have matured and been harvested. Naturally, the supply of three school meals has also been personalized. Full stop.

Since they entered the school auditorium this morning, in order to avoid trouble, Gryffindor House, which has once planted potatoes, felt the fear of being dominated by potatoes. If imagination is not intuitive enough, then the menu is aligned. [Potato + xx], the impact of the dish's name is enough to make students anticipate despair in advance.

"Cough, Hufflepuff House is originally a culinary school, but it's normal."

Listening to everyone's discussion and complaint, Percy Weasley, as the commander, felt a little embarrassed. Although he did not make the decision for the whole potatoes, he still unconsciously led the complaints. Let's point it out.

Percy coughed a bit and took the initiative to join the topic and said seriously.

"But our situation is much better than that of the Slytherins, isn't it?"

"Slytherins?"

Upon hearing Percy's voice, a strange expression appeared on the faces of everyone at the table, instinctively turning their heads to look to the other side of the auditorium.

For the first time in history, the students of Gryffindor House, lifelong enemies, felt a trace of compassion for their old opponents and a strong curiosity that almost overflowed from their hearts.

"Speaking of them, won't they be in trouble?"

Wow ~ Only one chapter today.

After pushing the plot and schedule a bit, there are many interesting things next ~

P.S.: Today is Sisi's lovely birthday. Thank you, Sisi, for helping the lazy chicken take care of the book review area and QQ group, and various activities. I can only wish a happy birthday here ~

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