MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2582 Cheese in the Trap (18)

   Chapter 2582 Cheese Trap (18)

   "Dean, why is no one going to the Forbidden Forest today?"

Hagrid arrived shortly after Cedric's Thunderbird "landed", and Pomona looked back at the jubilant children, who were like prisoners, curious about what was going on in the "outside" world. Chase after Cedric and ask this and that.

   "Do you still have fried tail snails there?" Pomona asked Hagrid.

   "Of course there is."

   "Grab some over here, want something bigger," Pomona said.

   "Can I ask why?" Hagrid asked.

  'Because I want them to know how far their magic is in actual combat. ’

   She said so darkly, but she didn't say it. Hagrid would be sad if he knew that his carefully bred snails had been targeted.

   "I'm going to be tested," Pomona said.

   "Okay, Dean." Hagrid responded immediately, "Is it soon?"

  Pomona glanced at the sky and nodded.

   Then Hagrid walked towards him in the Forbidden Forest.

   When Hagrid was gone, Pomona walked into the tent, and she could clearly feel that the atmosphere, if not as quiet as Snape's classroom, was suddenly a lot colder.

   "Want to play Quidditch for a while?" Pomona asked.

   "Yes," Cedric answered immediately.

   "Let's go then."

   Following her order, most of the boys took brooms and ran to the next court, while the girls walked while chatting. By the time they came in, the boys were already on broomsticks, passing the Quaffle in the air.

   "Are you going to release the 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's no Snitch, when is the game over?" Collingwater asked.

   "Like Muggles, whoever scores more within the time limit wins," Pomona said.

   "How long?" Cedric asked.

"One hour."

  Cedric glanced at his watch, then whistled.

   The two sides of the "war" cast a simple color-changing spell on their clothes, and they were divided into two teams, yellow and blue, but not all blue teams were Ravenclaw, and all yellow teams were Hufflepuff.

   The goal of the Quidditch pitch has not yet been dismantled, and as Cedric threw the Quaffle high, the "game" began.

This summer they tried some things that they couldn't touch on weekdays, such as flying around the school grounds on a broom under the moon without worrying about breaking school rules, or how ordinary people like them who couldn't get into the academy Quidditch team on weekdays could Enjoy the feeling of being "all in the spotlight" on the school field. But their poor game made it difficult for the audience to get interested, and Cedric was refereeing again, so they all surrounded Pomona.

   "Dean, I still haven't figured out what that portrait curse is about," said Laurel Shafiq of Hufflepuff.

   "How about you?" Pomona looked at the others.

   "I asked Dean Filiwick, and he wouldn't say anything," Collingwater said.

   Of course.

  Pomona smiled and picked up a Quaffle on the ground.

   "How much do you know about the history of Quidditch?" Pomona asked.

  Everyone did not speak.

"In the beginning, the Quaffle wasn't what it is now, it was just a regular leather stitched ball with a few dimples on the surface for players to grip firmly with their fingers and a sling so players could It could be thrown far away, and with the invention of the Clenching Charm in 1875, suspenders and fingerholes became superfluous because Chasers no longer needed them.” Pomona said, “It was dyed in 1711. It became red because it was raining heavily during a game and the black ball fell on the muddy ground. The players couldn't tell which was the mud and which was the ball. Chasers were very annoyed because every time they lost the ball it meant that they had to Keep rushing to the ground looking for the Quaffle."

   "Why not use the Flying Curse?"

   "Because that's a foul, idiot."

   Someone in the crowd said.

"The wizards not only changed the color of it, they also came up with the idea of ​​putting a slowing spell on the Quaffle so that even if the Quaffle was not borrowed, 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 Pennead Quaffle, that's the one you're holding in your hand," Rory replied immediately.

"Last term, Harry Potter was attacked by a dementor during the game and fell off his broom. At that time, Albus used a shock absorber to slow down his falling speed, so that he was not injured. I think you all know the acceleration of gravity. Because of the existence of gravity, objects falling from a height will move faster and faster as time goes by. 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?" Collingwater frowned.

"Gravity is a component of gravitational force. Gravity is directed towards the center of the earth. We are standing on the surface of the earth and must 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 portrait curse?" asked Douglas, one of the few boys who didn't play Quidditch.

   "Think about how the portrait is 'pasted' to the wall, does 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 time is not stacked, then there is no movement distance, and the painting will remain stationary."

   "Really?" Collingwater asked suspiciously.

   "Sure," said Pomona.

'is fake'. She added in her heart.

   As a teacher, of course she can't deceive her students, but after they all graduate, she doesn't need to continue to abide by this rule.

   About half an hour later, Hagrid showed up with the fried tail snails he kept, and everyone let out a cry.

  Someone is wailing, Hagrid has become cautious since Draco Malfoy was injured, and all grades of Fantastic Beasts are raised in this class.

   Some people are screaming, because these "Fantastic Beasts" they have taken care of for a semester are actually so big.

"Put two in," Pomona said to Hagrid, then turned to look at the interns, "It's time to check your work, and if your hedges won't stand up to them, I can only tell you with regret. You have to redo."

   "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. After the game is over, you go into the maze to find the fried tail snail." Pomona announced.

   "Let's end it now," Jones said anxiously.

   Pomona shook his head.

  Hagrid rushed into the labyrinth with the exploding snail, and the others could only watch.

   No one cared about the subsequent games, and more people rode on brooms to observe the movement in the maze.

If nothing else, the Ministry of Magic will send someone to ensure that the "game" is carried out safely, and 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. "talent".

   That's all she can do. In fact, a maze complicates a simple problem. Originally, a simple and straight road was not designed with so many twists and turns, making people confused.

  It is pitiful enough to be lost in it and no one to rescue it. If the people who were supposed to guide the right path 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, Phoebe's personality changed completely after going through that incident, which is not as laughable as the Soft Leg Curse.

She doesn't want to teach, and she doesn't want them to explore this secret. If any of them can't hold their own curiosity, they will waste time to explore along the way she said, just like the principle of this maze, go wrong There will be no danger on the way, but the latecomers will catch up or even surpass them.

   They either changed it, made a U-turn, or continued to delve into it until the game was over.

  What kind of person you become is not your ability, but your choice.

   Lao Tzu said that the good men in ancient times are subtle and mysterious, and they cannot be understood. The husband is ignorant, so he is forced to make his face: Yuxi is like winter wading into the river, he still looks like he is afraid of his neighbors, he looks like he is a guest, he looks like he is like ice, he is about to release, he looks like he is open, he looks like a valley, and he is muddy. Xi it is if turbid. Tan Xi is like the sea; Bo Xi is like endless. Who can turbid and quiet Xu Qing? Who can keep the Xu Sheng who has been moving for a long time in peace? Those who protect this path do not want to be rich, but they do not want to be rich, so they can cover up and become new.

   means to assess the situation and follow the trend. Only by not being complacent can we gain new life in the midst of decay.

  Therefore, there is an idiom called the emptiness of the mind, the depth of the valley is invisible, and the subtle and mysterious passage.

  In the story of the three brothers, the eldest who obtained the cloak of the **** of death escaped the pursuit of the **** of death. Unlike the eldest, he is a very humble person. The boss, after getting the Elder Wand, challenged everywhere, and finally died in a small hotel.

   No matter how powerful a person is, he can't not sleep, so we need partners to watch when we are asleep.

   Then Cedric blew his whistle, the "game" was over, and the children rushed into the maze without stopping.

   "Oh, don't forget their bellies." Hagrid shouted behind them. "There's no armor there, and it won't move if you hit it."

   She didn't know if they heard it or not. Anyway, her purpose was to let them practice "Rapid Surge". The maze was destroyed and it was a big deal to rebuild. Anyway, it was still early before the third level of the Triwizard Tournament.

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   She stood in front of the mirror and watched the maids take off the garland made of gold and silver thread for her, and helped her take off the necklace around her neck, but no one touched the trembling flower and gold bracelet on her left hand.

It doesn't really matter if she doesn't have the beech wand hidden in the trembling flower, she can buy a new one, or even look for an elder wand, or start using wandless magic, which Severus is so much younger than she will use wandless. Confusion spell.

   She checked it just now, and everything hidden in the bracelet is there, whether it's the memory in the test tube or the farewell letter, but have the Prussians really not seen it?

  The Snitch has "body memory". Harry chased the Snitch in second grade, not grabbing it with his hands, but almost swallowing it, and then Albus hid the Resurrection Stone in it, requiring him to open it with a kiss.

   Like another version of Sleeping Beauty, a passing wizard smears his lips with a sobriety potion and wakes the enchanted princess with a kiss.

   She touched the trembling flower with her hand wearing the fire opal ring, maybe she should put a similar spell on it, only she could open it.

  I don't usually think that when she is standing in front of such a luxurious floor-to-ceiling mirror, she feels like a portrait in a frame.

For Walburga, Augusta and their generation, a photo and a portrait are the same thing. In the 19th century, there was no cake smeared on the face. Photographers take pictures and compose the same picture as a portrait, but save the time of drawing the portrait. As Augusta said, the spell is to save trouble. Taking pictures is equivalent to casting a spell. After the flash and smoke, the "portrait" is completed.

  The problem is that photos and portraits are completely different, they can’t make sounds, and they can’t interact with people…

   After all the maids stepped aside and only she was left in the mirror, a person came out from the shadow behind her.

   He stood beside her, as restrained as anyone who took wedding photos in the 19th century.

  Some other image flashed in her mind, which made her turn her head as if tempted, but the person in the mirror was gone.

   When she looked back at the mirror again, there was no one in the mirror.

   She remembered the knife made of meteorite iron, which Bonaparte dubbed the "bread knife".

   If he could stab it in his stomach, would he die?

   He loves Lily so much, she should give him a ride so they can be reunited.

   But I'm afraid to add Jaime, Remus, and Sirius, which is her gift of thanks for helping Albus end the pain of the curse.

   This is the "new knowledge" she has learned since she came to this world. She has to learn to "stop loss". If the loss is too large, it is no good to win.

   "Where's the mango?" she asked.

  The maids brought a bird cage, and the yellow and black feathered bird of paradise was in the cage.

   "It doesn't have wings, so it can't fly." Georgiana said, grabbing the "fat chirp" and holding it in her arms, like a baby in her arms.

  Unfortunately, "Mango" is a bird, not a real baby, otherwise she would really like to try feeding it.

   (end of this chapter)