Chapter 2582 Cheese Trap (18)

"Dean, why didn't anyone go to the Forbidden Forest today?"

Not long after the Thunderbird piloted by Cedric "landed", Hagrid arrived. Pomona looked back at the delighted children. They were like prisoners, curious about what was happening in the "outside" world.

Chasing after Cedric asking this and that.

"Do you have any more Blast-Ended Skrewts there?" Pomona asked Hagrid.

"Of course."

"Get some, bigger ones," Pomona said.

"Can I ask why?" Hagrid asked.

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

She had such a dark mind that she said, but she didn't say it out loud. How sad would Hagrid be if he knew that the blast-ended skrewts he carefully cultivated were being targeted.

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

"Okay, Dean." Hagrid immediately responded, "Will you do it soon?"

Pomona glanced at the sky and nodded.

Then Hagrid walked towards his Forbidden Forest.

After Hagrid left, Pomona walked into the tent. It was obvious that she could feel that even though it was not as silent as Snape's classroom, the atmosphere suddenly became much colder.

"Want to play some Quidditch?" Pomona asked.

"Yes." Cedric replied immediately.

"Then let's go."

Following her order, most of the boys took brooms and ran quickly to the court next door, while the girls were chatting and walking. By the time they entered the court, the boys were already riding brooms and passing the ball in the air.

Quaffle.

"Want to release the Golden Snitch?" Cedric asked Pomona while standing on the ground.

"Aren't you going to play?" Pomona asked.

"I think being a referee would be great," Cedric said.

Pomona shook his head, "The Golden Snitch can only be used once. It's too wasteful just to play."

"So without the Golden Snitch, when will the game end?" Colinwater asked.

"Same as Muggles, whoever scores more points within the allotted time wins." Pomona said.

"How long?" Cedric asked.

"One hour."

Cedric glanced at his watch, then whistled.

The "warring" parties cast a simple color-changing spell on their clothes and were divided into yellow and blue teams. However, not all blue teams were Ravenclaws, and all yellow teams were Hufflepuffs.

The goal on the Quidditch pitch has not yet been removed, and as Cedric throws the Quaffle high, the "game" begins.

This summer they tried some things that they couldn't usually do, such as riding a broomstick to fly around the school grounds under the moon without worrying about violating school rules, or that ordinary people like them who couldn't join the college Quidditch team on weekdays could

Enjoy the feeling of being "eyes on" on the school court. However, their poor skills made it difficult for the audience to be interested. Cedric was the referee again, so they all surrounded Pomona.

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

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

"I asked Dean Felicity, but he refused to say anything," Colinwater 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.

No one spoke.

"In the beginning, the Quaffle was not what it is now. It was just an ordinary ball sewn with leather. There were several dimples on the surface for players to grip firmly with their fingers. There was also a sling so that players could

It could be thrown far away, and with the invention of the Grip Charm in 1875, the sling and finger holes became redundant because the Chaser no longer needed their assistance," said Pomona. "In 1711 it was dyed.

It turned red because it rained 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. The chasers were very annoyed because every time they lost the ball, it meant they had to

Keep rushing to the ground looking for the Quaffle."

"Why not use a flying spell?"

"Because that's a foul, idiot."

someone in the crowd said.

"The wizards not only changed the color of it, but also came up with the idea of ​​casting a slowing spell on the Quaffle, so that even if the Quaffle is not caught, it will slowly fall to the ground, just like in water.

Like sinking, the chaser can chase the ball in mid-air."

"I know, it's called the Pennyde Quaffle, the one you're holding in your hand." Rory replied immediately.

"Last semester, Harry Potter was attacked by dementors during a competition and fell off his broom. At that time, Albus used a shock absorber to slow down his fall, so that he was not injured.

I think you all know the acceleration of gravity. Because of the existence of gravity, an object 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 "audiences" lowered their heads.

"You mean, gravity?" Collingwater frowned.

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

"Think about how the portrait is 'pasted' on the wall. Will the weight of the person disappear with the deformation?" Pomona asked.

Everyone is confused.

"Don't forget the relationship between gravitational acceleration and time. If time is not stacked, then there will be no movement distance and the painting will remain stationary."

"Really?" Colinwater asked doubtfully.

"Of course." Pomona said.

'It's fake', she added in her mind.

As a teacher, of course she cannot deceive her students, but since they have graduated, she no longer needs to abide by this rule.

About half an hour later, Hagrid appeared with the blast-ended snails he had raised, and everyone screamed.

Some people are wailing. Ever since Draco Malfoy was injured, Hagrid has become cautious. This is what the Care of Magical Creatures classes in all grades have.

Some people screamed in surprise because these "magical animals" they had taken care of for a semester were actually so big.

"Put two in." Pomona said to Hagrid, and then turned to look at the interns. "Now it's time to check your work. If the hedges you arranged can't withstand their damage, I can only regret to tell you."

You have to do it 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.

"There are still 20 minutes left for the game to end. After the game, you will go into the maze to find the Blast-Ended Skrewt." Pomona announced.

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

Pomona shook his head.

Hagrid then drove the Blow-Ended Skrewt into the maze, while the others could only watch.

No one paid much attention to the subsequent competition, and more people sat on broomsticks to observe what was going on in the maze.

If nothing else goes wrong, the Ministry of Magic will send people to ensure the safe conduct of the "game". These graduates who participated in the construction of the maze will be given priority by the Auror Office, although they are not naturally capable of disguising Animagus like Tonks.

"talent".

This is all she can do. In fact, the maze is to complicate simple problems. The originally simple and straight road is not designed with so many twists and turns, making people confused about the direction.

It's pitiful enough to be lost without anyone to rescue you, but if the person who is supposed to guide you on the right path deliberately misleads and makes the lost soul even more lost, wouldn't the consequences be even more serious?

But Pomona deliberately misled them not because of a simple prank. Phoebe's personality completely changed after experiencing that incident, which is not something that can be laughed off like 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 control their curiosity and follow the ideas she said, it will be a waste of time, just like the principle of this maze, if they go wrong

You will not encounter danger if you follow the road, but you will be overtaken by those who come after you, or even surpass them.

They can either correct it and make another U-turn, or they can continue to work on it until the end of the game.

What kind of person you become does not depend on your abilities, but on your choices.

Lao Tzu said that those who were good scholars in ancient times were subtle and profound, and could not be discerned. They were incomprehensible, so they had a strong appearance: He looked like he was wading through the river in winter, as if he was afraid of his neighbors, and he looked like a guest, Huan.
To be continued...