Harry Potter Morning Light

Since the children burned cobwebs in the Forbidden Forest all day long, Pomona had no chance of gathering them until late in the evening.

She knew they were tired, but she had promised Severus a week off, so she had to move up some schedules.

"What we are going to learn today is the wall trapping spell." Pomona waved his wand and let the chalk write on the blackboard automatically. "This is a curse. I hope you don't abuse it after learning it."

The kids looked listless, as if they didn't find "curse" scary or novel at all.

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

Accustomed to teaching in the greenhouse, she suddenly couldn't adapt to Minerva's teaching method of making students sit in a disciplined manner.

Everyone came to the Quebec area stadium, and the periphery of the maze 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 no choice but to "volunteer" to stand up.

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

"This is the effect of this curse." Pomona said, and then she used "split" to destroy the hedge, and Neville was free again. "Your future work is to cast a curse on the wall made up of these hedges."

"Is it too dangerous?" Jones asked.

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

Colin Water raised his hand.

"Do you have any questions, Miss Colinwater?"

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

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

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

"Did you save her?" Colin Water asked.

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

"Is that the same curse as you just taught us?" Colin Water asked.

"No." Pomona said impatiently, "About the portrait curse, the victim is restrained on the canvas, while the restraint just now was inside the wall."

"On canvas?"

"Do you have any questions, Mr. Douglas?" Pomona said with some resistance, trying to change the subject.

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

Others followed suit.

Pomona thought for a moment and asked, "Which of you knows how to aqua eurcto?"

Several hands went up, but Pomona stared at Colin Water.

"Would you?" Pomona said with a smile.

"Of course." Colin Water also said with a smile, and then walked out of the crowd.

"Get a Quaffle," Pomona said to Neville.

The Quidditch supplies were packed in a box that had been cast with the Space Expansion Charm, and it was placed in the tent just now, and Neville soon brought it.

"Suppose this is a planet." Pomona said holding the Quaffle. "Now it is on the same plane as Miss Colinwater. If I throw it up, Miss Colinwater will also jump up, so that They will always stay on the same plane, but now there is a ray of light, from Miss Colin Water standing on the ground, hitting the ball I throw up, you watch carefully, I count one, two, three, and then You shoot it with a torrent of water."

Colin Walter nodded, so Pomona counted three times and threw the Quaffle up. Colin Walter immediately pointed his wand sideways at it, sprayed out a jet of water as if watering the lawn, and hit it accurately 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?

Seeing that this was a serious problem, she told Neville to take out the remaining Quaffles and put them on the ground.

"You will find that the water column launched by Miss Colinwater just now is oblique, and the light is the same. Generally speaking, we describe the position of an object with three coordinates. For example, a point is 7 feet away from one wall, and the other 3 feet from the wall, 5 feet from 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 galaxies include two spatial dimensions and time. Just like just now, the position of Miss Colin Water's station can be expressed by the latitude and longitude of the earth, and the ordinate is time. When When a person is trapped on the canvas, her time does not overlap at the same time, although she does not have to worry about dying of starvation and thirst, it is not in the same dimension as us.”

Everyone's eyes widened.

"The Wall Binding Curse just now needs to be practiced more to become proficient. Now you are divided into two pairs, and use the torrent spring like me and Miss Colinwater."

The children were so numb that they did what she said, and the results of their performance made Pomona very worried. It was really lucky that the wildfire did not ignite today.

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

"Which one?" Jones asked.

"All of them," Pomona said, and many wailed.

She hadn't expected Snape's classroom effect in her own class, but the children's increased workload did have something to do with him.

Colin Water was thoughtful.

Pomona knew she must be thinking about the curse.

If it was a wall-binding spell similar to that of Pomona, it wouldn't bother the two heads of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor for so long. As Pomona, who was supposed to be dealing with the problem, was helping the new Headmaster of Slytherin, the whole school suspected that someone in Slytherin, or someone related, had committed the attack.

The downfall of You-Know-Who came too suddenly, followed by a reckoning, and many of these accused Death Eaters were relatives of Slytherin students.

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

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

Felicity and Minerva did not dare to destroy the hedge to save Neville like Pomona did. At that time, they heard the news that Sirius Blake's mother attached her soul to her portrait. What about Phoebe?

Phoebe prefers plush toys, and Joy 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, Joy's favorite color was yellow, and she told Pomona on her first visit to the conservatory that the place reminded her of Kew, where her dad often took them.

She would go back to the country every summer and spend it with her Muggle friends. At the same time, she was also very talented in potions. Fortunately, she was not the girl who made the love potion in the dormitory.

She was completely unaffected by gossip, and went to the Slytherin cellar for potions lessons as usual. But this kind of Joey couldn't get rid of the darkness that shrouded Phoebe. After Phoebe was rescued, her personality changed completely.

Not all of them were as far removed from the war as these two Muggle-born girls, there were plenty of people who lost family and friends in the first war, and not all of them were good at forgiving and forgetting. After so many years, everyone's life began to stabilize and get on the right track again. How many people are as fanatical about following the mysterious man as before?

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

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

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

Neville nodded and took the Portkey.

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

Neville was visibly tensed.

"I, I'll take a note."

Pomona anxiously watched him run away, and then she had a flash of inspiration, she seemed to have forgotten to explain something, what is it?

It's over, can forgetfulness be contagious?

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When a magical disaster occurs, there will be some people, objects and memories called foundable left in the Muggle community. They are often caused by chaotic magic. The Disaster Investigation Department of the Ministry of Magic of each country will send people to take these foundables away, but if the disaster is caused by a wizard like Grindelwald, it will be the responsibility of the Secrecy Act Special Team, their abbreviation is sos.

Members of this group are often called disaster investigators, and wizards can also sign up as volunteers.

Albus "once" told her that Grindelwald wanted to destroy, he wanted to protect, and when he met Credence the Obscure, he didn't fight him on 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 magic flame summoned by Grindelwald can also enter that world, thereby preventing the destruction of Paris?

And that flame could also be a source of energy for the guardian magic, if the yin still appeared in the end.

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

People in Yanyin are not afraid of the dark. People think the dark is a dead silence, but they think that the dark is a huge theater, absent all the characters, but including all the plots.

"Ma'am, we're here." Phil said softly.

She glanced at the door of the hotel where Mademoiselle Campini was still dancing a little ballet.

She felt the empty left hand, both bracelets were gone, including the one with the hair, but she didn't feel the same nervousness as losing the quiver bracelet.

At the same time, she remembered that the first time they had left Saint-Luke for the Grand Trianon, she had seen an empty snow globe in his briefcase.

If you are looking for a drop of water, it can be the morning dew on the petals of a rose, or the spray of a waterfall, or even the rough sea waves, or it may be hidden in a snow globe.

In fact, the snowball is not empty, but also has debris like snow, just like the little snow outside the carriage at this moment.

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

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

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