Alina never believed that prescience meant being superior.

Perhaps in some special circumstances, she would use force or tactics to avoid risks, but that did not mean she would unscrupulously manipulate and paint over other people's lives. Relying solely on Obliviate spells for "time rewind" would eventually lead to big trouble.

As time went on, the experts in the research area would sooner or later be exposed to the wizarding world's view.

Before that, cautiously and conditionally allowing some wizards and Muggle scholars to have contact was obviously quite necessary.

At least in Alina's view, even if doing so might lead to leaks, she would rather bear that risk than suddenly dying in the future, letting the two worlds begin to dialogue in some areas—of course, provided that the content of both sides' dialogue must be controllable, and the most ideal result would naturally be "cross-server chat" and reaching a consensus.

"Regarding the discussion of new flying brooms, I think we can put it aside for now..."

Alina glanced at Frank, swaying on a broom as she flew to their side and said softly.

As a direct wizard of the Heavenly Mandate Group, Frank naturally understood what the young lady meant. The following dialogue would be taken over by this young lady, and his original task would change from translation to on-site protection—which undoubtedly relieved him.

You see, he was originally a member of the field team specializing in combat; this was his area of expertise.

It was more suitable to leave things that required brains to the young lady.

Alina pointed to the still-heated match in the sky and looked around at the two below.

"I listened for a while just now, and the main point of disagreement is your understanding of air supremacy... Since you can't convince the other party in this regard, why not use the outcome of the current game as a reference to verify both sides' judgments?"

"The outcome of the game? Is there any suspense..."

Draven raised his left eyebrow and said with certainty.

"Miss Hannah is covering the entire field, and Seeker Cedric has an absolute advantage in vision. All those freshmen can do now is delay time and pray for a miracle to happen—the only breaking point is unless the Seeker can start faster."

"Unfortunately... they don't even have the conditions to create a miracle."

Draven glanced at the brooms under those little guys above, and curled his lip with a hint of disdain.

"Cleansweep Seven versus Cleansweep Seven; it's hard to make too much difference with this kind of old-fashioned broom, and the seeker from the freshman team is really sleepwalking—her flight path is too random, it's like wandering aimlessly looking for luck—anyway, I've played ball for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a gentle seeker."

"What if this is their tactic?"

Ognyochka frowned, put down the binoculars in his hand, and asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know much about the situation in Quidditch games, but judging from the expressions on their faces, they seem very confident. This is definitely not the kind of dazed look you described. And on the other hand..."

He lowered his head, looked at the Hogwarts spectator guide in his hand, and continued.

"That 'Hogwarts Moonlight Team' also has a head coach; I don't think it will be that simple."

"Head coach? Heh—"

Draven chuckled, shaking his head dismissively.

"People cannot be generalized. Not being selected for the Quidditch team at Hogwarts means no talent. The world of Quidditch is so cruel; no matter how smart you are without talent, it's useless... Hermione Granger? After this game, she will soon understand that the position of head coach is not something that just anyone can take."

Accompanied by the voice of this star Quidditch player, Ognyochka's face changed slightly.

Talent? Only this thing, they were powerless.

On the other hand, this was also one of the long-standing knots in the hearts of these scholars from the former Soviet Union. No matter how solid and advanced they were in knowledge, it still could not make up for their innate inability to use magic.

"Anyway, the only coach I recognize in this world is Coach Casselana; everything else is trash..."

Not paying attention to the "flying broom maker's" expression, Draven looked at Alina with a hint of flattery.

"What do you think, Coach Casselana?" - He knew very well who he should curry favor with.

It's just that his show of loyalty just now obviously backfired.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the freshman team should win—"

Alina said expressionlessly, glancing at Draven meaningfully.

It seemed that she would have to rectify the team atmosphere sometime later. Most of this sycophantic and glib situation was due to insufficient training. Even if her little wings were really armchair generals, she was the only one allowed to say so.

Of course, more importantly, this guy's tactical literacy and overall view were indeed a bit poor.

"Hufflepuff is the strongest academy in terms of overall strength, but they don't turn their advantages into victory—obviously, they have an advantage in all aspects, but they don't compress the rhythm and increase the offensive pressure... This style of play is too gentle; they will suffer a big loss for this."

Alina narrowed her eyes and looked up at the Hufflepuff team in the sky, still organizing a new round of attacks.

As the strongest team in Hogwarts today, the gap between them and the freshman team has not widened significantly.

Although it looks like they have all the advantages at first glance, the essence is still the traditional round-robin style of play.

And in terms of the Seeker duel, Cedric Diggory didn't closely guard Luna like Charlie before, either because he was holding onto his gentlemanly demeanor, or he was particularly confident in his strength, or possibly both.

And that also meant...

"It's almost over; the freshman team won."

Alina put down the binoculars in her hand, a satisfied smile on her lips.

It seemed that Hermione's speed of absorption and learning, as well as the tactical execution efficiency in the team, were very high. This set of lineups originally aimed at a single-core seeker system was now very flexibly applied to Hufflepuff Academy.

"Won? Why? It's still quite anxious now—"

Draven frowned heavily, looking at the sky in confusion. He didn't catch any winning points.

This time, it was Ognyochka who reacted first.

The old man nodded suddenly, and his somewhat cloudy eyes shone with a fiery light.

"Their positions have changed. There are now at least four wingmen escorting the girl who is the Seeker. I now roughly understand the non-unified broom requirements you provided before. Different functional models are different, right?"

"What do you mean?" Draven blinked more and more blankly.

However, the Hogwarts freshman team in mid-air quickly answered his confusion with action.

Luna Lovegood, who was still sleepwalking, suddenly began to dive towards the bottom baffle. That kind of unwavering determination quickly gathered the eyes of everyone in the stadium on her, and the target directly in front of her diving.

"Luna! Luna found the Golden Snitch! Cedric is right behind!"

Lee Jordan grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly.

The chase for the Golden Snitch usually means the end of a game, especially when two seekers start diving at the same time to chase. This can be said to be the most exciting racing competition in all Quidditch matches.

"This speed and angle are obviously very beneficial for Miss Lovegood... Cedric is diving faster... At this rate, he will soon catch up... Oh! My God! Why is Miss Weasley there!"

Ginny Weasley suddenly appeared on Cedric's dive route, forcing him to swerve to the side.

Everyone quickly realized that this was definitely not an accident.

Because when Cedric slowed down and bypassed Ginny, Cho Chang, who should have been blocking the Quaffle attack, also appeared in front of him—she seemed to have given up her target a few seconds ago and landed in the next position in advance.

And a little bit below her, Irina also swooped towards Cedric's inevitable path, piloting the broom...

In fact, it wasn't just the three of them.

As Cedric began to dive, a silver-white tornado seemed to suddenly blow in the passage below him.

The "Moonlight Team" members, who had previously landed at various heights in advance, dived together in a spin, and Cedric was like a traveler falling into the mire, having to adjust his angle and direction from time to time to avoid those brooms blocking his path.

And the worst thing was that he was taken off course due to the visual obstruction.

"Wait, they're going to collide!"

Lee Jordan shouted loudly.

The next second, just as he said, Cedric, whose vision was blocked in his eyes, collided with the beater from the freshman team, Verna, after another emergency change of direction, and the two fell down at the same time.

The Hufflepuff students all stood up, screaming and cheering for their seeker.

Unfortunately, they were quickly covered by the larger sound waves around them—

Luna Lovegood stopped diving.

"She caught it—Miss Lovegood caught the Golden Snitch—the game is over!"

Lee Jordan's voice echoed in the air. After a moment of silence, a burst of ear-piercing screams erupted from the Ravenclaw stands, while the Hufflepuff Academy was deathly silent in contrast.

Luna gracefully rose into the air, holding up her fist high, the Golden Snitch flapping its wings helplessly in her fingers.

"We won! We won! That's great!"

On the edge of the Gryffindor stands, Hermione kept shouting, waving her arms wildly without caring about her image.

Then, she saw seven blurry silver-white things rushing towards her, and then all the members of the freshman team jumped from their brooms onto the stands, hugging each other, crying and laughing loudly—they released all the grievances and pressure they had suppressed for two months in one breath in this game, they defeated the number one seed team in this year's Quidditch Cup.

Among them, Cho Chang, who was the oldest, cried the most, and her tears almost made her unable to see anything.

In the past two months, she had almost become the object of exclusion for all the girls in the same grade, but with the sudden cheers and screams from the Ravenclaw Academy stands just now, the stone in her heart was finally successfully landed.

"We won! We won! We actually really won!"

The members and coaches of the Hogwarts Moonlight Team hugged each other, shouting until their voices were hoarse, as if they had not won a point match, but had won this year's Quidditch Cup.

"Wait, wait... There's one more thing..."

After shouting excitedly for a few minutes, Hermione suddenly struggled to break free from the hug.

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She picked up the pile of pre-prepared silk cloth on the edge of the stands and handed it to the still excited team members. This was a very long red banner. Upon closer inspection, a long string of characters was outlined on it with gold-plated lines.

"Uh, do we have to do this..."

Ginny Weasley hesitantly took a corner of the silk cloth and asked tentatively.

"This is what we all agreed to in advance, even if it is not written in the contract, we must abide by it—"

Hermione nodded seriously, glanced majestically at the team members around her, and said in a slightly gentler tone.

"Don't forget, our robes, the clothes we use for training, and even the broom care... Madam Malkin reached out to help us when we were most difficult. We repay in our own way after the victory. There is nothing to be ashamed of..."

"Well, yes, this is a kind of glory in itself. Let's go, let's patrol the field—"

Irina agreed softly, took over a corner of the silk cloth and re-mounted the broom horizontally.

Under her guidance, the players of the freshman team nodded to each other, grabbed the corners of the huge silk cloth, and ascended into the air again. The huge silk cloth slowly unfolded in the air, and the players maintained their formation and patrolled around the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

This is a privilege exclusive to the winner of each game, and it is also a tacit understanding, the moment to receive applause.

As the huge red silk cloth carried by Irina, Ginny, Luna and others passed the stands, surprised expressions appeared on many people's faces, and there was a curious discussion in the stands - they had never seen this kind of field patrol.

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