Chapter 2576 Cheese Trap (Twelve)

  Because the children were burning cobwebs in the Forbidden Forest throughout the day, Pomona had a chance to gather them in the evening.

   She knew they were tired, but she promised Severus that she would be out for a week, so she had to move some schedules forward.

   "Today we're going to learn about walltrappingspell." Pomona waved his wand and let the chalk write automatically on the blackboard. "It's a curse, and I hope you don't abuse it after you learn it."

  The children looked lethargic and didn't seem to find the "curse" scary or novel at all.

   "Let's go out," said Pomona, and left the marquee.

   Getting used to classes in the greenhouse, she suddenly couldn't adapt to Minerva's way of teaching students to sit in discipline.

  Everyone came to the Quebec Stadium, and the periphery of the labyrinth has begun to take shape.

  She stood in front of a hedge, "Which of you will be my 'partner'?"

   Everyone looked at Neville, so Neville had to "voluntarily" stand up.

   With a flash of blue light, Neville was thrown into the hedge by the spell, and the branches bound Neville's hands and feet as if alive.

   "It's the effect of this curse," Pomona said, and then she broke the hedge with "split," and Neville was freed again. "Your future work is to cast a curse on the wall of these hedges."

   "Will it be too dangerous?" Jones asked.

"If this game wasn't dangerous, it wouldn't have been canceled back then, and it just trapped the contestants. They could send out a distress signal, or they could wait for the game to end and be rescued, just like I did just now," Pomona said. "You can practice for a while."

   Collingwater raised his hand.

   "Do you have any questions, Miss Collingwater."

   "One question, Professor, I heard there was an attack 10 years ago and someone was trapped on the painting, is that true?" Collingwater said.

  Pomona stared at her, not sure if the newly graduated Ravenclaw was looking for trouble.

   "That's right," Pomona said calmly, "and the victim was Hufflepuff's."

   "Did you save her?" Collingwater asked.

   "It's Felix and Minerva," Pomona replied.

   "Is that curse the same as what you taught us just now?" Collingwater asked.

   "No." Pomona said impatiently, "About the portrait curse, the victim is bound to the canvas, and the binding just now is inside the wall."

   "On canvas?"

   "Do you have any questions, Mr. Douglas?" Pomona resisted, trying to change the subject.

   "Can you explain? Professor," someone in the crowd said.

   The others followed suit.

   Pomona thought for a moment and asked, "Who of you can aquaeurcto?"

   Several people raised their hands, but Pomona stared at Collingwater.

   "Would you?" Pomona said with a smile.

   "Of course." Collingwater said with a smile, too, and walked out of the crowd.

   "Go get a Quaffle," Pomona said to Neville.

The   quidditch supplies were packed in a box with a space-expanding spell cast in the tent just now, and Neville brought it soon after.

"Suppose it's a planet," said Pomona, holding the Quaffle. "Now that it's on the same plane as Miss Collingwater, if I throw it up, Miss Collingwater jumps up too, so that They'll just stay on the same plane, but now there's a ray of light coming from Miss Collingwater, standing on the ground, and hitting the ball that I'm throwing, you look closely, I count one, two, three, and then You shot it with a torrent of water."

Collingwater nodded, so Pomona counted three times and tossed the Quaffle. Collingwater immediately pointed his wand diagonally at it, sprayed a jet of water that seemed to water the lawn, and hit it exactly. Quaffle.

  Pomona is very dissatisfied, the torrent spring can be used to extinguish the dragon fire, if they use the advanced flame to ignite the forest, can they use the "fountain" just now to extinguish the fire?

   She found that this was a serious problem, so Neville took out the rest of the Quaffle and put it on the ground.

"You will find that the water column launched by Miss Collingwater is oblique, and the light is the same. Generally speaking, we describe the position of an object as three coordinates, for example, a point is 7 feet away from a wall, and the other 3 feet on the wall, 5 feet on the ground…”

   "What does this have to do with the curse?" someone said impatiently.

"The distance of light is calculated in light-years. Owen, the position coordinates of a galaxy include two spatial dimensions and time. Just like just now, the position of Miss Collingwater's station can be expressed by the latitude and longitude of the earth, and the ordinate is time. When When people are trapped on the canvas, and her time is not superimposed, although there is no need to worry about dying of starvation and thirst, it is not the same dimension as us."

   All eyes widened.

   "The Wall Binding Charm just now will become proficient with more practice. Now you are divided into two pairs and use the torrent spring like me and Miss Collingwater."

  The children were too numb to do what she said, and the results they showed made Pomona very worried. It was lucky that the wildfire was not ignited today.

   "Just here, your task tomorrow is to practice the spell." Pomona said.

   "Which one?" Jones asked.

   "Everything," Pomona said, and many people wailed.

   She didn't expect Snape's classroom effect to appear in her classroom, but the children's increased tasks were indeed related to him.

   Collingwater thoughtfully.

   Pomona knew she must be thinking about the curse.

   If it was a wall binding spell similar to Pomona, it wouldn't have bothered Ravenclaw and Gryffindor for so long. As for Pomona, who was supposed to deal with this issue, he was helping the new dean of Slytherin, and the whole school suspected that someone in Slytherin, or someone related, had done the attack.

The downfall of   My-Know-Who came too suddenly, followed by reckoning. Many of these accused Death Eaters were relatives of Slytherin House students.

   But is it too far-fetched to use galaxy coordinates to explain in a low-speed world?

  Bill was misled into believing that the painting was cast with a high-level expansion spell because of the "three-dimensional" and "perspective" of the oil painting, as if there was another space behind the portrait.

Filivie and Minerva dare not destroy the hedge to save Neville like Pomona did, when they heard the news that Sirius Black's mother had attached her soul to her portrait, and if she destroyed the painting, she would be injured. What about Phoebe?

  Phoebe prefers stuffed animals, Joey likes Quidditch, she is also a fan of their hometown Quidditch team, and there are many posters in the room.

   After being sorted into Hufflepuff, Joey’s favorite color was yellow, and she told Pomona on her first visit to the greenhouse that the place reminded her of Kew Gardens, where her dad often took them.

   Every summer, she would go back to the country to spend time with her Muggle friends. At the same time, she was also gifted with potions. Fortunately, it was not her who boiled the love potion in the dormitory.

   She was completely unaffected by gossip and went to Slytherin's cellar to take potions lessons as usual. But such Joey couldn't drive away the darkness shrouded in Phoebe. After Phoebe was rescued, his personality changed completely.

   Not everyone was as far from the war as these two Muggle girls, there were many who lost family and friends in the first war, and not everyone was good at forgiving and forgetting. After so many years, everyone's life is starting to get back on track. How many people are as enthusiastic about following the mysterious man as before?

   "Professor, who am I with?" Neville asked.

  Pomona glanced at the seniors, and no one wanted to be a "nanny".

"You go to Scamander's house tomorrow." Pomona handed the silver salamander to Neville. "This is a gift from the headmaster. Remember to say hello to Scamander on his behalf, and ask him, About his brother's tie."

   Neville nodded and took the door key.

   "And, bird snake, my turtle!" Pomona reminded.

   Neville was visibly nervous.

   "I, let me take a note."

  Pomona was anxious to watch him run away, and then a flash of inspiration came. She seemed to have something that she forgot to explain. What is it?

   It's over, can forgetfulness be contagious?

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  When a magical disaster occurs, it will leave some people, objects and memories in the Muggle community called foundables, which are often caused by chaotic magic. The Disaster Investigation Division of the Ministry of Magic of each country will send people to take these foundables away, but if the disasters caused by wizards such as Grindelwald will be handled by the secrecy law special team, their abbreviation is sos.

   The members of this group are often called disaster investigators, and wizards can also register to join as volunteers.

Albus had "used" to tell her that Grindelwald wanted to destroy, he wanted to protect, and when he met Credence the Obscure, he didn't fight him in the streets of Berlin, Credence's Destructive power is not just blowing up a street.

  In order to avoid destruction, Albus took Credence to the "mirror world".

  What if the magical flames summoned by Grindelwald could also enter that world and prevent Paris from being destroyed?

   And that flame can also be the energy source of the guardian magic, if the yin will appear in the end.

   She remembered a book she read not long ago. She named it Nick Poirot's Travels, in which the author mentioned that they would "stand up" from paper.

  Yin people are not afraid of the dark. People think that the darkness is a dead silence, but they think that the darkness is a huge theater, where all the characters are absent, but all the plots are included.

   "Madam, we're here." Ferrier said softly.

   She glanced at the door of the inn, where Miss Campini was still dancing a little ballet.

   She felt the empty left hand, and both bracelets were missing, including the one with the hair, but she didn't feel as nervous as losing the trembling flower bracelet at all.

   At the same time, she remembered one thing, it was the first time they had left St. Luke for the Grand Trianon, and she saw an empty snow globe in his briefcase.

   If you are looking for a drop of water, it could be the morning dew on a rose petal, it could be the splash of a waterfall, it could even be a raging ocean wave, but it could also be hidden in a snow globe.

   In fact, the snow globe is not empty, there are also debris like snow, just like the snow outside the carriage at this moment.

   Not long after, a short and stocky man came out of the inn and bowed deeply towards her carriage.

   She knew him, he was a Prussian, and his grandfather had fought with Frederick the Great.

   She sighed, opened the car door, and got out of the carriage.

   (end of this chapter)