"Coach Casselana?"

"Is there a problem? Weasley... Haven't you had enough to eat?"

Evelina tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over George and Fred's plates.

Under the girl's calm gaze, the Weasley twins instinctively grabbed the remaining food on their plates and quickly stuffed it into each other's mouths, devouring it greedily—wasting food in front of the head chef was a fate worse than death.

"Uh, uhh—" Fred struggled to swallow the sausage George had shoved into his mouth, speaking indistinctly.

"No, I mean, what Mr. Draven said, the England national team—tactics coach, really..."

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

Evelina shrugged, explaining with utter naturalness, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Didn't Ron tell you? That's odd. Apart from Harry and Draco missing the training invitation, I remember everyone from the first-year team went to various professional teams for trials in the second half of the summer, didn't they?"

"Wait, so it was just a Quidditch summer camp?"

George Weasley's lips twitched, looking at Ron beside him in confusion.

As older brothers, they had naturally already interrogated Ron about his experiences in the last half of the summer.

In their minds, or rather, in any normal logic, eleven or twelve-year-old wizards at such a professional Quidditch club would just soak in the atmosphere, ask for autographs, or at most fly around a bit...

Even in the most outlandish scenario, they would merely become reserve players in the youth training program.

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

Evelina turned her head with a smile, looking at the Weasley twin who was speaking.

Although she didn't know whether it was George or Fred who was speaking, Bill Weasley had told her about a peculiar method Mrs. Weasley used to deal with the twins' mischief—no matter who was asking for trouble, just grab one at random and beat them up severely. If you hit the wrong one, it would cause infighting between the two.

Speaking of which, she hadn't found an opportunity to test this wonderful problem-solving method yet.

However, before George could answer, Draven, who was sitting beside him, instead said sternly with a serious expression.

"Miss Casselana's flying skills are unlike anything I've ever seen. Everyone on the England national team thinks so. She and Miss Abbot impressed everyone on the first day. If she's not qualified to be a tactics coach, then I can't imagine who else would be... Speaking of which, where is Miss Abbot? I thought..."

"She's on the Hufflepuff team. You should be able to see her play in the match this afternoon."

Evelina tilted her head towards the Hufflepuff table next door, where Hannah was sitting with her teammates as well.

"As for Luna, she's the Seeker for the first-year representative team. They'll face the Hufflepuff team for the first time in the match this afternoon. This is also one of the topics for your post-match review, don't forget."

"Uh, do we really have to write it... the review? I mainly think..."

Draven looked at Evelina with a bitter expression, his burly frame emitting a cautious voice.

Since graduating, Draven had hardly written anything. He originally thought he was just coming back to school to watch the game, who knew he would have the opportunity to experience campus life again—but he didn't have the courage to refuse directly.

You see, unlike facing immature students, Evelina in the Jurassic pitch was in full power mode.

"If you want a new broom test flight qualification, this is a necessary step. If all goes well, the new broom should be fully implemented before the World Cup. You don't want to miss the competition, do you... If there are any problems then, you might have to get extra training from me... You know, the S-level Quidditch extra training..."

Evelina said softly with a smile, her sweet smile quickly becoming terrifying and狰狞 in Draven's eyes.

Glurp—

Draven swallowed hard, the unwilling look on his face vanishing.

"No problem, Coach Casselana, how much do we have to write?"

"Hmm... there are no hard requirements for the length of the content, it's mainly a matter of attitude, you know."

Evelina gently patted Draven's thick, strong shoulder, paused for a few seconds, then swept her gaze over the surrounding young wizards.

After a few conversations, the Gryffindor team's morale was noticeably higher than before.

After all, there was a significant difference between the Gryffindor House coach and the national team tactics coach. After learning that they might be using the tactics of a top professional team, the students would be much more confident in the subsequent execution of tactics.

However, this alone was not enough...

Evelina's lips curled slightly, glancing at the All-Star representative team members who were chatting not far away.

"Let's go, let's go to the Quidditch locker room... Before the game starts, I have something to say to you, and also something to show you. If you can win the game today, I might be able to get you a full set of autographs."

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A moment later, the Gryffindor team's locker room.

"We all know what kind of opponent we're going to face." Evelina said.

By this time, everyone had changed into their scarlet Quidditch robes. After Coach Casselana's pre-match tactics were arranged, they would prepare to leave the locker room and face what was said to be 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... Besides the various houses, you also know that there are stars from various professional teams, reporters from various newspapers, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and... your families... Hmm, Hogwarts sent them spectator tickets."

Evelina stood on the bench in the locker room, looking around at the team members.

"Unfortunately, not many people think Gryffindor has a chance of winning. In most people's eyes, this will inevitably be a one-sided crushing match—frankly, just a few minutes ago, reporters were already preparing the articles they were going to publish."

The half-Veela's exquisite face showed a faint glow, looking somewhat dreamlike in the dim locker room.

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

She pulled out her wand and tapped it lightly in the air.

The next second, a cloud of mist emerged from the tip of Evelina's wand, swirling in the air.

"Interview content? Evelina, I don't think this is—"

Oliver Wood frowned in confusion, preparing to offer some different opinions.

Just then, he suddenly heard some vague but familiar voices coming from the mist, and the originally erratic mist gradually condensed and transformed, turning into the appearance of a young man speaking.

"Charlie?!" Fred paused for half a second, looking up at the mist in the air and saying in surprise.

"...So, Mr. Weasley, as a former Gryffindor captain, you should be very familiar with the current Gryffindor captain, right? I wonder how you would evaluate this new star after you left Hogwarts?"

First, there was a somewhat vague woman's voice.

Then, the "vaporized" Charlie began to speak, his voice sounding distant but clear.

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

"What is this..."

Oliver Wood's expression changed, and he suddenly looked up at Evelina.

At the same time, Fred and George also turned their heads, looking at the half-Veela in disbelief.

"Don't take it too seriously, it's just a normal trash talk segment, for show..."

Evelina waved her hand, pretending to be relaxed, and explained softly with some helplessness, "To promote newspaper sales, reporters need some gimmicks, and Charlie had no choice but to cooperate a little. I believe this is not his true thought—"

"B-but it shouldn't be like this... I mean... how could he..."

George Weasley frowned deeply, somewhat angrily.

However, before George could finish speaking, the "female reporter" asked another question, and the mist gradually began to twist and change, turning into another young wizard who looked somewhat gloomy.

And for Oliver Wood, this was another "acquaintance."

The one who personally ended the Gryffindor three-peat dynasty created by Charlie, the star Chaser of Slytherin, upholding the principle of "victory is everything"—the previous captain of the Slytherin team, Gerald Howard.

Gryffindor's crushing defeat in that one-sided match two years ago was thanks to this gentleman.

"Gryffindor's twin Beaters? Huh, are they still flying in the sky? I always thought that anyone with a little bit of shame would realize that they are not suitable for this sport after experiencing a massacre match with a difference of three or four hundred points..."

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

Along with the trash talk from this newly promoted Class C member of the SCP Foundation, the carefree smiles on George and Fred's faces gradually faded, their faces quickly becoming as cold and angry as Wood's.

However, they soon realized that this trash talk was not only aimed at the three of them.

Under the instigation and arrangement of an unknown devil, the All-Star team's trash talk precisely covered the entire Gryffindor team.

"...Three girls as Chasers? Then they must all be time management masters, after all, even if each of them goes to hook up with an opposing player, one person has to have several backup boyfriends..."

"...The orphan who grew up in the Muggle world can also participate in the exceptional admission, I personally do not approve of this way of reminiscing..."

"...I'm already studying the next round of opponents..."

"...What's there to evaluate about Gryffindor, it's just an inferior horse..."

Perhaps there are occasional squabbles between the young wizards of Hogwarts, and there are also some small tit-for-tats between the representative teams of the various houses, but they were encountering such a tense and exciting pre-match trash talk segment for the first time.

And... this was one-sided trash talk output.

Under the mixed-blood Veela's dedicated performance and the emotional infection of magical abilities, the effect could be said to exceed expectations.

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A quarter of an hour later, the Gryffindor team left the locker room.

They walked onto the field, greeted by thunderous applause.

The All-Star representative team, wearing black robes, was already standing in the center of the field. Their captain, Charlie Weasley, was once the pride of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was nodding to Wood in a friendly manner, his eyes full of encouragement.

Behind Charlie were the former Quidditch Cup champions from the other houses.

Apart from Charlie, who was still unaware of the truth, most of these specially invited returning "elites" had gradually sworn to join a mysterious organization in the past one or two months. Today was just a rather special task.

The task content was still the same as the exhibition match against the first-year representative team before.

[Lone Wolf]—Show your Quidditch strength as much as possible, and grab the spotlight on the field.

As for teammates? Opponents? Those were just backdrops.

"The Gryffindor team is here!"

Lee Jordan shouted, since last year, he has been Hogwarts' designated Quidditch commentator.

"Wood, the Weasley brothers, Spinnet, Johnson, Bell, Potter... Although coach Evelina Casselana did not play, with the tactical guidance of that 'Queen of the Sky', today's Gryffindor team is still—"

Lee's comments were drowned out by the huge boos from the Ravenclaw stands.

Undoubtedly, as the culprit who personally defeated the Ravenclaw team and forced hundreds of flower-like girls to sleep in the corridors using conspiracies, Evelina can be said to be the most hated object of Ravenclaw girls.

"And on the other side, the team of graduates of magic are also on the centre of the pitch!"

Lee Jordan glanced at the script and read it with a little excitement.

"Their captain is Charlie Weasley, the fmvp of Gryffindor's three championships; Chaser Gerald Howard, former captain of Slytherin, the fmvp of 1989-1990; Chaser Roger Frank, former captain of Ravenclaw…"

Compared to the applause when the Gryffindor team appeared, this time the noise almost resounded through the sky.

Almost all the students were clapping their hands hard with excitement, as if they were also participants in the glorious years of the past.

At the same time, the members of the Gryffindor team became more and more silent.

Evelina Casselana was right, almost no one in the entire Quidditch stadium supported them. Everyone seemed to expect them to be beaten to pieces by the All-Star representative team, after all, they were facing seven living Quidditch trophies…

In contrast, the heart-wrenching words of a few minutes ago were so clear.

"Now, captains, shake hands!"

Madam Hooch said.

Charlie and Wood walked towards each other, holding each other's hands.

Hmm?!

Charlie frowned slightly, glancing at the once honest and simple junior with a slight change in expression.

Just at the moment when the two shook hands, Charlie keenly noticed that Wood's grip was stronger than usual. If he hadn't subconsciously increased his strength, he might have screamed in pain without warning.

And what made him even more uneasy and confused was…

Charlie Weasley's gaze intersected with Wood's cold and indifferent gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

His gaze slowly swept over the members behind Wood who were pursing their lips and as silent as volcanoes before eruption, and suddenly felt an invisible oppressive aura—today's Gryffindor team seemed to be different from usual…

This is… murderous intent.

"Wood, you guys today…"

"Mount your brooms!"

Before Charlie could finish half a sentence, Madam Hooch shouted loudly.

"Three—two—one—"

Fifteen brooms took off into the air, Madam Hooch's whistle drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

The next second, accompanied by the exclamations of the crowd, "flames" bloomed in the sky of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, quickly sweeping across the entire pitch and devouring Charlie and others who had not had time to adjust their flying angles.

At the same time, Evelina, who had returned to the stands, tapped the splint under the seat and said softly.

"Notify all 'middlemen', the Gryffindor team vs. the All-Star representative team, the betting is now closed—we want to make everyone understand the harm of gambling, as for all the bets received before, pile them all up in the headmaster's office..."

"Okay, let's focus on watching the game, remember to write the review."

Evelina sat up straight, looked around at the members of the British national team gathered around her, and showed an angelic smile.

"I will check them one by one, oh~?~"

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Yay!