Chapter 2582 Cheese Trap (18)
"Dean, why is no one going to the Forbidden Forest today?"
Not long after the Thunderbird driven by Cedric "landed", Hagrid arrived. Pomona looked back at the excited children. They were like prisoners, curious about what happened in the "outside" world. Chase Cedric and ask this and that.
"Do you still have snails in there?" Pomona asked Hagrid.
"Of course."
"Grab some and get some bigger ones," Pomona said.
"May I ask why?" Hagrid asked.
'Because I want them to know how far their magic is from actual combat. '
She said darkly, but didn't say, how heartbroken Hagrid would be if he found out that his carefully bred snails were being targeted.
"I'm going to get tested," Pomona said.
"Okay, Dean." Hagrid responded immediately, "Is it coming soon?"
Pomona glanced at the sky and nodded.
Then Hagrid headed towards his Forbidden Forest.
After Hagrid left, Pomona walked into the tent, and it was obvious that she could feel that even if it wasn't as quiet as Snape's classroom, the atmosphere suddenly became much colder.
"Want to play Quidditch?" Pomona asked.
"Yes." Cedric replied immediately.
"Then let's go."
Following her order, most of the boys took brooms and ran to the next court at high speed, while the girls chatted and walked. By the time they entered, the boys were flying the Quaffle through the air on broomsticks.
"Snitch?" Cedric asked Pomona, standing on the ground.
"Aren't you going to play?" Pomona asked.
"I think it's good to be a referee," Cedric said.
Pomona shook his head, "The Snitch can only be used once, it's just too wasteful to play."
"Then there is no Golden Snitch, when will the game end?" Colin Water asked.
"Like Muggles, whoever scores more points in the allotted time wins," Pomona said.
"How long?" Cedric asked.
"One hour."
Cedric glanced at his watch, then blew his whistle.
Both sides of the "warring" cast a simple color-changing spell on their clothes, and they were divided into yellow and blue teams, but not all blue teams were Ravenclaws, and all yellow teams were Hufflepuffs.
At present, the goal of the Quidditch field has not been dismantled, and as Cedric throws the Quaffle high, the "game" begins.
This summer vacation, they tried some things that they couldn't touch in normal times, such as flying around the school grounds on a broomstick under the moon without worrying about violating school rules, or they, ordinary people who couldn't get into the college Quidditch team on weekdays, could fly in the school field. Enjoy the feeling of being "all eyes" on the school's court. But their poor game made it difficult for the audience to interest them, and Cedric was refereeing again, so they all surrounded Pomona.
"Dean, I still haven't figured out what the portrait curse is about," Hufflepuff's Laurel Shafiq said.
"What about you?" Pomona looked at the others.
"I asked Dean Felix, but he refused to say anything," Colin Water said.
Of course.
Pomona smiled and picked up a Quaffle that was lying on the ground.
"What do you know about the history of Quidditch?" asked Pomona.
No one spoke.
"In the beginning, the Quaffle was not what it is now. It was just a plain leather-stitched ball with dimples on the surface for the players to hold firmly with their fingers and a strap so that the players could It can be thrown far away, and with the invention of the Grip Charm in 1875, the straps and finger holes became redundant, as the Chaser no longer needed their assistance." Pomona said, "It was dyed in 1711. It was red because it was raining heavily during a game, and the black ball fell to the muddy ground. The players couldn't tell which was the mud and which was the ball. The Chasers were very annoyed because every time they lost the ball, they had to Keep rushing to the ground looking for Quaffles."
"Why not use the Flying Curse?"
"Because that's a foul, idiot."
someone in the crowd said.
"Not only did the wizards change the color, but they came up with the idea of casting a slowing spell on the Quaffle so that even without the Quaffle it would slowly fall to the ground, like in water. Like sinking, the Chaser can chase the ball in mid-air."
"I know, it's called the Penned Quaffle, and it's the one you're holding." Rory replied immediately.
"Last semester, Harry Potter encountered a dementor attack during the competition and fell off the broom. At that time, Albus used the shock absorber to slow down the speed of his fall, which saved him from injury. I think you all know the acceleration of gravity, because of the existence of gravity, objects falling from a height will become faster and faster as time goes by during the movement process, look at the soles of your feet, what do you think makes you stand On the ground?"
All the "listeners" bowed their heads.
"You mean, gravity?" Colin Water frowned.
"Gravity is a component of gravity. Gravity is toward the center of the earth. We are standing on the surface of the earth and we have to move with it. If the earth suddenly 'brakes', everything on the surface will fly at the first cosmic speed. go out."
"What does this have to do with the Curse of the Portrait?" asked Douglas, one of the few boys who didn't play Quidditch.
"If you think about it, how the portrait is 'pasted' on the wall, will the weight of the person disappear with the deformation?" Pomona asked.
Everyone is lost.
"Don't forget, the relationship between gravitational acceleration and time, if the time is not stacked, then there will be no moving distance, and the painting will stand still."
"Really?" Colin Water asked suspiciously.
"Of course," Pomona said.
'is fake'. She added in her heart.
As a teacher, of course she can't cheat the students, but they have all graduated, so she doesn't need to continue to abide by this rule.
About half an hour later, Hagrid showed up with his snails, and everyone yelled.
Someone was wailing, since Draco Malfoy was injured, Hagrid had become cautious, and all grades of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class raised this.
Some people screamed that these "fantastic animals" they had been taking care of for a semester were so big.
"Put two in," Pomona said to Hagrid, and then turned to look at the interns. "It's time to check your work. If the hedges you put up don't stand up to their damage, I'm sorry to tell you You have to do it all over again."
"Can I join?" Cedric asked.
"I'm going to see Scamander later, do you want to stay or come with me?" Pomona asked.
Cedric hesitated.
"The game is over in 20 minutes, and after the game you'll go into the maze to find the snails," Pomona announced.
"Let's get it over with now," Jones said anxiously.
Pomona shook his head.
Hagrid drove the Blast-tailed snails into the maze at this time, and the others could only watch helplessly.
No one cared about the later games, and more people rode on broomsticks to observe the movement in the maze.
If nothing else happens, the Ministry of Magic will send people to ensure that the "game" is carried out safely. These graduates who participated in the construction of the maze will be given priority by the Auror Office, although they are not as natural as Tonks' Animagus. "talent".
That's all she can do. In fact, the maze is to complicate simple problems. A simple and straight road is not designed with so many twists and turns, making people confused.
It is pitiful enough to get lost in it and have no one to rescue it. If the people who are supposed to guide the right way deliberately mislead and make the lost soul even more lost, wouldn't the consequences be more serious?
But Pomona deliberately misled them not because of a simple prank. After experiencing that incident, Phoebe's personality has completely changed.
She doesn't want to teach, and she doesn't want them to explore this secret. If any of them can't hold back their curiosity, it will be a waste of time to explore along the lines she said, just like the principle of this maze. If you cross the road, you will not encounter danger, but you will be overtaken by those who come later, or even surpass them.
They either rectified, turned around again, or continued to drill until the end of the game.
What kind of person you become is not about your abilities, but about your choices.
Lao Tzu once said that those who are good at being scholars in ancient times are subtle and mysterious, deep and incomprehensible. Hu Wei is unrecognizable, so I force it to look like: Yu Xi is like winter crossing the river, Ju Xi is like fearing the neighbors, Yan Xi is like a guest, Huan is like ice, and Dun is like plain, Kuang is like valley, muddy. It's like turbidity. Danxi is like the sea; mooring is like endless. Who can turn turbidity into tranquility Xu Qing? Who can settle Xu Sheng who has been moving for a long time? Those who keep this way don't want to be full, and the only way is not to be full, so they can cover up and make new ones.
It means judging the situation, taking advantage of the situation, and not being complacent to gain new life in the downturn.
From this, there is an idiom called emptiness like a valley, the depth of the valley is unrecognizable, subtle and mysterious.
In the story of the three brothers, the youngest who got the cloak of the god of death escaped the pursuit of the god of death. Unlike the eldest, he was a very humble person. The boss challenged everywhere after getting the Elder Wand, and finally died in a small hotel.
No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible for him not to sleep. That's why we need partners to keep watch when we are asleep.
Then Cedric blew the whistle, the "game" was over, and the children rushed into the maze without stopping.
"Oh, don't forget their bellies," Hagrid called after them. "There's no armor to protect them. They won't move if you hit them."
She didn't know if they heard it. Anyway, her purpose was to let them practice "Surge". The maze was destroyed and it would be a big deal to rebuild it. Anyway, it was still early before the third stage of the Triwizard Tournament.
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She stood in front of the mirror and watched the maids take off the garland woven with gold and silver thread for her, and helped her take off the necklace around her neck, but no one touched the quivering flower and gold bracelet on her left hand.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't have the beech wand hidden in the quivering flower, she can still buy a new one, or even find the Elder Wand, or start using wandless magic, which Severus is so much younger than her Confused.
She checked it just now, and everything hidden in the bracelet is there, whether it is the memory in the test tube or the farewell letter, but did the Prussians really not read it?
The Snitch has "body memory", and Harry chased the Snitch in second year, and instead of grabbing it with his hands, he almost swallowed it, and then Albus hid the Resurrection Stone inside, requiring him to open it with a kiss.
Like another version of Sleeping Beauty, a passing wizard kisses the enchanted princess awake with a sobering potion on her lips.
She touched the quivering flower with the hand that wore the fire opal ring, and maybe she should put a similar charm on it, so that only she could open it.
Ordinarily, she didn't feel that when she stood in front of such a luxurious floor-to-ceiling mirror, she felt that it was similar to the portrait in the frame.
For the generation of Walburga and Augusta, a photo and a portrait are the same thing. In the photos of the 19th century, there was no cake smeared on the face. The photographer takes pictures, and the composition is the same as that of a portrait, but the time of drawing a portrait is saved. As Augusta said, the spell is to save trouble, and taking a photo is equivalent to casting a spell. After flashes and smoke, the "portrait" is completed.
The problem is that photos are completely different from portraits, and they can't make sounds, and they can't interact with people...
Just after all the maids stepped aside and she was the only one left in the mirror, a person came out from the shadow behind her.
He stands next to her, as prim as a nineteenth-century wedding photographer.
Some other image flashed through her mind, which made her turn her head tempted, but the person in the mirror was gone.
When she looked back at the mirror again, even the person in the mirror was gone.
She thought of the meteorite knife that Bonaparte jokingly called a "bread knife."
If he could stab it into his stomach, would he die?
He loved Lily so much that she should give him a ride so they could be reunited.
But I'm afraid to add James, Remus, and Sirius, her thank you for helping Albus end the pain of the curse.
This is the "new knowledge" she learned after she came to this world. She has to learn to "stop loss". If the loss is too big, winning is no good.
"Where's the mango?" she asked.
The maids brought a bird cage, and there was the yellow and black bird of paradise in the cage.
"It doesn't have wings, so it can't fly away." Georgiana said, grabbed the "Fat Chirp" and held it in her arms, just like holding a baby in her arms.
It's a pity that "Mango" is a bird, not a real baby, otherwise she would really like to try feeding it.
