eurekapd Chapter 127 Am I a Poisoned Milk?
Chapter 127 Am I a Poisoned Milk?
Chapter 127 Am I a Poisoned Milk?
"What is the rhythm of spellcasting?"
"It is after you use this spell, you have already figured out what effect it will have if it hits, if it doesn't hit, what method to continue to use to attack, what kind of countermeasure the opponent will use, his countermeasure Will it pose a threat to you?"
"Before casting a spell, think clearly about these things, which means you have a good grasp of the rhythm of the duel. Even if the scene is always stalemate, as long as your rhythm is not chaotic, you will always have a chance to win."
"And Weasley coped very well from the beginning. When using the Disarming Curse, he had already anticipated the countermeasures I would use later, dodged in time, and used his body movements to cover up his Transfiguration spell. But he didn't guess my spell-casting action after undoing his Transfiguration."
"Ever since he thought I tricked him with a false swing, his casting rhythm was cut off from here, so the Iron Armor Curse on his body was broken, and he desperately wanted to resume the rhythm, but My mind is already in a mess, and all my energy is concentrated on me at this moment, and the transfiguration technique has an opportunity to take advantage of, and finally loses."
The students listened carefully to Sherlock's analysis of the entire game, and many of them were even taking notes.
These are old students who have been with Sherlock for a year, and they have all formed the good habit of having a good memory rather than a bad pen.
The students had never been taught such detailed and practical experience in duels. Sherlock's words inspired them a lot. It turned out that wizard duels were never random.
According to the previous thinking of these students, the battle between wizards is to use whatever magic they think of, and the majority who have never fought before are unlucky, and hard power is second.
After watching this duel, they vaguely understood why some wizards were able to do a job with ease in battle. Wizards should be graceful when waving their wands, instead of being a reckless man who can only cast the Disarming Curse without thinking.
After that, Sherlock began to organize the students to try actual combat.
Of course he won't be a sparring partner anymore, in that case, he would probably be exhausted after one class, and there is no such thing as a wizard's elegance to speak of.
The students teamed up in two groups and faced off one by one. The other students watched from the sidelines, while Sherlock was on the sidelines to guide their deficiencies in the duel, and let the other students on the sidelines learn from their experience.
The class was over quickly, and about a third of the class had a duel.
Each of their duels ended very quickly. Hearing what Sherlock said, he suddenly realized that he thought he had understood it, and he must be super god when he started.
But when it is actually operated, it is a mess, and it is not as easy as imagined.
Controlling the rhythm of the duel is of course not something that can be achieved overnight, and requires long-term practice and self-summarization.
Sherlock opened this classroom to them. If you still want to practice by yourself after class, you can come to this classroom for a duel.
Certainly not in other places in the castle, because Filch would directly arrest him and put him in confinement.
After class, as soon as Sherlock packed his things and walked out of the classroom, he was surrounded by three little guys.
Harry looked at him and said awkwardly.
"Professor, we have something to ask you."
Not only him, but Hermione and Ron also had such an expression, they were obviously hesitant standing beside Sherlock.
"What crooked ideas are you guys playing again? Don't you think about me being a crow's mouth again?"
Sherlock walked towards his office, Harry and the others followed behind him.
Hearing his words, Harry and the others were just giggling without making a sound.
They are secretly preparing to make an extremely bold experiment.
It took a full week of discussion in the lounge to make a decision. Of course I was a little nervous at this time.
Sherlock led them back to his office, sat on a chair and put away the things in his hands, then leaned back and looked at them.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
The three of Harry looked at each other, and finally, according to the plan, Hermione spoke first.
"Professor, didn't you find that sometimes, what you predict and say, in fact, the reality often turns out in the opposite direction of your prediction?"
Sherlock understood what she wanted to express, but after all, she still wanted to say that he was a crow mouth.
Or to explain it in modern buzzwords, it is poisonous milk.
But this kind of thing that has always been metaphysics, Sherlock really didn't expect that someone would believe it.
If it is true that no matter what he says, things will develop in the opposite direction of what he said, wouldn't he become a god?
Sherlock himself wished to have this ability.
If you encounter any danger in the future, just go to the ground and say "It's over, there is no hope, we can wait for death." Then wait for the poisonous milk to attack and survive.
If there is such a good thing, he probably wakes up laughing from his dreams.
But in fact, this ability does not exist at all.
The so-called tainted milk is nothing more than the appearance of many coincidences, an illusion created by people.
It's possible that what I said before turned out to be the opposite. That's why Harry and the others misunderstood, making them think again and again that it was because of their strange personality.
The best way to get rid of this impression is to prove to them face to face that the so-called tainted milk is actually a coincidence, and this kind of coincidence will definitely not happen again.
Just like on the road in France, Harry questioned this, and Sherlock used facts to prove it for himself.
He folded his hands on his chest, looked at Harry and they sighed.
"Obviously I have already proved it to Harry once during the holidays, but you still don't believe it. I said that what you saw before was just a coincidence. I used to think that it was only the brains that were not smart. That's how people behave, I didn't expect you, Hermione, to believe this kind of thing."
Hermione pursed her lips and remained silent, but she screamed helplessly in her heart.
I really didn't believe this kind of thing before! ! !Until the facts are in front of my eyes, how can you make me not believe it, professor! ! !
"Since you have always had doubts and doubts about this, let's do an experiment on the spot."
Sherlock's mentality is also very open-minded. He feels that as a teacher, he should reverse the metaphysical impression of the students, and honestly focus on learning magic. Why do you believe in poisonous milk?
And what Harry and the others were waiting for was his words.
To this end, they specially prepared a series of questions and even wrote a small note.
First came Harry.
"Professor, what do you think the weather will be like this afternoon? Be sure to tell the truth and don't perfuse us."
Sherlock should relax and play with them here.
He looked out of the window at the sky, which was still a little gloomy, but had already revealed some sunshine.
"The weather should be fine in the afternoon, right? I think it should become sunny."
Harry then jotted down his answers on a piece of paper.
Next came Hermione.
"Professor, do you think there will be pudding for dessert at noon today?"
Sherlock thought about it.
"Usually pudding seems to come and go. To be honest, this is one of the sweets I can accept. I still like it. I guess there should be one at noon."
And finally Ron.
"Professor, do you think it's possible for Seamus to get the spell wrong again in this afternoon's spell class and cause an explosion?"
This question is really difficult for Sherlock. When he was in Harry's class last semester, he had some impressions of this boy named Seamus. He always seemed to get the spell wrong, and all kinds of things happened in the end. Explosion event.
But this kind of thing should not be the norm. How could someone be so outrageous that every time the spell accidentally exploded?
"Probably not. Seamus is quite smart. I think the previous few mistakes were just a little accident. He can't explode as soon as he uses the spell, right?"
After each of them asks a question, the experiment will begin.
In fact, among these three things, the two mentioned by Harry and Hermione belong to two possible events, with a probability of half and half, while the Seamus bombing mentioned by Ron is very likely to happen!
The normal use of Magic Seamo is indeed not so exaggerated, and it explodes every time.
But I don't know if it's because of his special physique. Whenever he starts to learn a new spell, Seamo's first attempt will inevitably cause an explosion.
As for the Charms class this afternoon, Professor Flitwick said in the last class that he would explain new spells, so it is very likely that Seamus will cause an explosion.
After getting the golden words from Sherlock, the three of Harry and the others left the office contentedly.
After that, Sherlock quickly put his energy into correcting homework. The three grades of four, five and six were in the summer vacation last semester, which left him with a lot of summer homework. He had to finish the correction before Halloween, so that he could not Delay the explanation later.
So it didn't take long for him to forget about Harry's jokey experiment.
But Harry and the others are naturally serious about this.
Hermione made a bold assumption before the experiment, and what they are doing now is to verify the correctness of this assumption.
The first thing to see the result, of course, is the pudding at noon.
After leaving Sherlock's office, they went straight to the auditorium. Lunch just started, and the food prepared in advance by the house elves all appeared on the long tables of the four colleges.
Harry and the others ate the meal first, and dessert would not appear until halfway through the meal.
They filled their stomachs as quickly as possible, and then the three of them stared at the tabletop of the long table together, attracting the attention of other Gryffindors.
"What are you waiting for?" Lavender and Parvati asked curiously while eating grilled sausages.
(End of this chapter)