“The game is over, Charlie Weasley caught the Golden Snitch—”

Accompanied by Madam Hooch's whistle, the "All-Star Team" ended the guidance match against the low-grade "Newbie Team" with a huge advantage of 330:0. Of course, it might be more appropriate to describe the match as a one-sided massacre.

Since it was not an officially recognized match, there was no commentator's voice echoing in the sky.

However, this did not affect the excitement and agitation of the watching young wizards.

Those wizards who have names in the Hogwarts trophy room and who have ruled the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts in different periods returned to their territory. In less than half an hour of the game, they showed a suffocating dominance. Each person seemed like a team, easily tearing apart the defenses of the newcomers.

The cheers of the audience echoed in the cold sky, and no one cared about the few freshmen who landed dismally on the side.

"Sorry, sorry, excuse me."

"Hermione!"

Hermione turned her head in a somewhat flustered and bewildered manner, watching a certain white-haired dumpling appear in front of her against the flow of people.

"What are you still spacing out for?" Elena took out a large pile of chocolates, hot water bottles, and drinks from her chest, stuffing them into the little beaver's arms, and said quickly with a bit of disappointment, "As the coach of a team, at this time you should be with your players, not continuing to stare blankly in the stands, right?"

"But," Hermione said, "we still lost, and we lost terribly."

"It would be too strange if you could win like this, frankly speaking."

Elena said, while pushing Hermione towards the player's lounge passage.

Creating the impression of "the return of the strong" in today's Hogwarts Quidditch debut, and at the same time letting most students taste the sweetness of "gambling," was part of her previous plan - it would be too ugly without the foreshadowing.

And now, it is another educational aspect derived from the plan.

In any competitive sport, teamwork is only meaningful when the strengths are similar.

When the strength gap between the two sides is too large, even a five-person team may not be as good as the opponent's individual strength - just like in later e-sports games, five peak kings can easily kill through the offline five-person black bronze elementary school students.

What's more, this newbie representative team, which has just been born for less than a day, cannot be considered a team.

If they could still reverse and defeat the "All-Star Team," either the "All-Star Team" would directly start a fierce intra-team fight on the Hogwarts pitch, or play a ridiculously fake game in full view of everyone, otherwise their chances of winning would be zero.

Even if Luna took her luck and inspiration to the limit, she would still have to rely on Charlie Weasley to let the water out during the game.

Focusing on preventing the other side's Seeker from moving, and minimizing the possibility of accidents, is the most basic quality of a Seeker - as the former soul of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Charlie may be more sensitive than other students in searching for the Golden Snitch, but what really allowed him to lead Gryffindor to win three consecutive championships was also attitude and sweat.

"Go and comfort your players, they performed very hard today."

Elena stood at the door of the Quidditch lounge, gently pushing Hermione.

"The formal season will not start until the end of October. Before that, you have plenty of time to work together. This is the permission letter signed by Professor Dumbledore. Now you are qualified to apply for the stadium, broom closet, and locker room."

After a slight pause, the little tuft of hair on the white-haired dumpling's head swayed flatteringly.

"As for your team uniforms, well, since you don't belong to any of the academy's budget pools, I helped you pull a small commercial sponsorship from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions - she will provide you with brand-new team uniforms for free, and in exchange, she will print the name of her specialty store on the shoulders of the clothes as a brand endorsement logo."

In any competitive activity, commercial sponsorship is bound to be the first step in leagueization.

Compared to the Quidditch World Cup, which has not yet started, Elena plans to try it out on a small scale at Hogwarts to see how sensitive wizards are to commercial operations, and take advantage of Hogwarts' popularity to get some interesting hot spots in the newspapers.

Perhaps Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions does not care about brand endorsement, but it will never refuse the benefits of free advertising.

"Brand endorsement? Wait, why is there a lack of money..."

Hermione only had time to ask a question, and before she could finish speaking, she was pushed into the locker room by Elena.

Elena took out two thin slices of onion from her arms, and quickly rubbed them on the corners of the little beaver's eyes, taking advantage of Hermione Granger's inattention. The girl's originally reddish eyes instantly turned red, and tears quickly began to accumulate.

"I'll explain these to you slowly later, go ahead, Hermione."

Squeak - Bang.

The door of the locker room quickly opened, and then closed again at an even faster speed.

Immediately afterwards, a head coach, who was trying to hold back tears and holding a pile of food and drinks, appeared in the locker room.

"Granger, what is this..."

Noticing the movement coming from the locker room door, Cho Chang quickly turned her head, looking at the door in confusion.

Apart from her, most of the other young wizards were sitting silently in the corner holding brooms, the atmosphere was heavy and confused. If it weren't for the fact that they hadn't recovered yet, they might have already burst into tears - it was too cruel.

Even Luna, who was always carefree, now looked a little lost.

Charlie Weasley gave her a very vivid lesson. During the previous game, even though she had spotted the Golden Snitch's trail more than once, Charlie stuck to her like a leech, preventing her from sprinting at all.

"I, I..."

Hermione was stunned, looking around at the suffocating room.

Unlike the chess pieces she had previously manipulated on wizard chess, these dejected students gave her a very clear sense of empathy for the frustration, as well as some strange emotions that she could not yet clearly describe in words, but were sprouting.

"Well done, thank you for your hard work, everyone - here are chocolates, towels, and drinks. Let's keep working hard next time!"

Hermione took a deep breath and said softly, trying to recall Elena's optimistic friendliness.

"The formal competition won't start for another two months. We have achieved our goal today. Professor Dumbledore thinks we performed great in this guidance match and can participate as a formal team. Don't be discouraged, this is just the beginning..."

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