Chapter 901 Technical Corrections and Ideas

"So, those things before were all illusions?"

"It's not entirely true. To be precise, some of it is true."

A quarter of an hour later, Elena and the other players left the court and walked towards the castle.

After taking half a second to heal Fred's shoulder, Elena spent at least five or six minutes answering and healing the hearts of those hurt by the pre-match trash talk - of course, most of the time was mainly wasted on banning In the process of interrupting.

"Trash talk before games should be retained as a gimmick in future professional leagues."

Elena shrugged, turned her head to look at Wood, who was still a little unhappy, and explained quite seriously.

"If you plan to enter the profession later, then this is very important - whether it is using words to stimulate the opponent's emotions, or maintaining good psychological quality and ignoring the opponent's provocation, these abilities will be as important as football skills in the future."

Because...these are all important elements of commercial value...

Elena's eyes flickered, but she did not say the rest of the words.

Since the non-magical subsidiary of the Destiny Group, "Anti-Entropy", took a stake in the Premier League and became the largest shareholder of English football, the exploration of the commercialization model of Quidditch has also been put on the agenda. The commercial elements in Muggle games - Regardless of the past, present, or future - everything was written in Elena's operational manual and handed over to Father Father for testing in the Premier League.

With the proliferation of television broadcasts and even online media, this kind of pre-match trash talk is obviously a particularly favorite part of the audience.

In addition, compared to the traditional position-pushing tactics, the fast-paced offensive and defensive exchanges of [Flying Boom] will obviously make the Quidditch game more exciting. The Gryffindor team's pilot this time can be said to be incomparable. success.

"So, those words that Gerald said were all made up by you, Elena?"

Fred moved his arms and asked softly with complicated emotions.

After knowing the truth of the matter, the joy of defeating the "All-Star Team" this time was not so strong. Although the victory would still bring him joy, Fred always felt that he was still a little bored and had not vented it.

"Oh? Those things you said are all true~"

As if she guessed Fred's inner thoughts, Elena raised her finger and said seriously.

"Except for Charlie, the other 'pre-game trash talk' are all real recording results, and will all be broadcast on Magic Radio later. If Magic TV becomes more popular in the future, then there may be additional recordings depending on the situation. …”

As the driving force behind Hogwarts' new curriculum standards, Elena had already screened the returning students.

Wizards such as Gerald from Slytherin and Ravenclaw are now all junior employees newly recruited by the Destiny Group. Let alone recording any trash talk, it is okay even if they are asked to perform a talk show on the spot. .

The only troublesome one is the Weasley family, who originally belonged to the "Order of the Phoenix" camp.

"Radio play? Wait, didn't they lose?"

George was stunned and asked in confusion.

"It's precisely because we lost that it should be released. Otherwise, where would the show's effect be?"

Elena blinked and said in a matter-of-fact tone, a cunning danger flashing on her angelic face.

"By the way, Charlie, you have to make up for your part too. I've already thought of the lines for you -"

She glanced at Oliver Wood, who was hesitant to speak, and nodded, "——Yes, that's the one: Player Wood doesn't have any shortcomings, but he also doesn't have any advantages. The All-Star team's 'trash talk' must be neat. , It can’t be done without the captain.”

"Do you still have to make up for it? Oh, okay, I roughly understand what you mean..."

The corner of Charlie's mouth twitched, looked at Elena's determined expression, and sighed helplessly.

After today's game against Gryffindor, he almost guessed the changes taking place in this team:

Unsurprisingly, the Gryffindor team is in a period of style change. The single attribute centered on the seeker that has been imprinted on this team in the past few decades has gradually been washed away, replaced by an overall fast attack and defense. new tactics.

As a symbol of the Gryffindor team's last glorious era, his end is the beginning of a new era.

"... Well, before I go on the radio or in the newspaper, I first write a letter to my mother."

Charlie scratched his cheek and said after hesitating for a few seconds.

You know, Mrs. Weasley is a loyal reader of the "Daily Prophet". If she had read these so-called "pre-game trash talk" in the newspaper first, it is very likely that he would have to go back to the Burrow to explain to him face to face this Christmas. Clear.

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"Now, one thing needs to be made clear."

Ognechka said that the old man from Sukhoi Design Bureau had a serious expression.

"Dear Mr. Frank, I am very aware of the difference between the wizard's perspective and ours, so only if the results I observe with the naked eye are completely consistent with what you see, can it be considered [absolutely objective] - if there is a difference, then I I hope you can serve as 'eyes' and provide me with a perceptual correction so that the conclusion is as close to objective as possible."

As the guide for Ognechka's trip, Frank helplessly spread his hands.

"Understood, Mr. Ognechka."

When facing these Muggle scholars from the former Soviet Union, he would sometimes have the illusion that he was mentally retarded.

Perhaps it is because of such a delicate atmosphere that old wizards like Kurt are usually not willing to directly participate in research and discussion projects - they would rather patrol the surrounding areas and go out on field work than deal with Muggle scholars.

It's not that these Muggles are dangerous, it's mainly that their brain circuits are too difficult to understand.

For example, now...

Ognechka looked at the box in front of her with a look of obsession on her face.

This is a large crate, which contains four magic balls of different sizes - Quaffle, Bludger, and Golden Snitch. During the game just now, Ognechka had already learned about it from Frank. to their respective names.

Wearing black robes and a pointed hat, he looked like a wizard obsessed with Quidditch.

But when he spoke, Ognechka's weird accent and his serious "mentally retarded" problem formed a strong contrast with the expression on his face.

"First of all, let's run a little further away and hide where the two bludgers can't see us?"

"Eh?! What are you hiding from?"

Frank asked, blinking in confusion.

"They. You see, they have been struggling desperately since just now."

Ognechka pointed at the inside of the box seriously. The two shiny black bludgers were struggling to get rid of the straps that bound them in the box. In Ognechka's notebook The top is a mess of graffiti-like curves.

"It's useless, that's what Bludgers are like..."

Frank shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

"Special magic is applied to them and they will automatically attack the people around them——"

"Automatically detecting enemies, I understand, but this is a two-step process - find the surrounding attack targets and launch an attack."

Ognechka bent down and touched the struggling Bludger. "If you close the box, they will stop moving quickly. This is very unreasonable, right? You just said that the box itself is not attached. What magic."

"Uh, sorry, I don't understand what's unreasonable..."

Frank smiled awkwardly but politely.

"You see, there are many strange things, such as the most basic judgment problem——"

Ognechka opened her notebook and simply drew graphics on it.

"If we put a white mouse here and we hide five meters away, will it come towards us or towards the nearest white mouse? Or to put it another way, if the sky is right during the game An owl flew over..."

"Of course it's towards us, the Bludger is not a hound or a falcon..."

"What about replacing the guinea pig with a larger mammal, such as a Yorkshire pig?"

"This is the Bludger in Quidditch. It will not attack animals. Its only duty is to knock players off their brooms. If it could hit other animals, the Forbidden Forest would be full of them. It’s the Quaffle…”

"What if it were a child here now? For example, a child of seven or eight years old."

Ognechka gestured at her waist and drew a little figure on the notebook with the pen in her hand.

"Of course it's aimed at the child. I said the bludger is for hitting people..."

"Hey, this is it!" Ognechka hammered her palm hard and asked excitedly.

"Then how does it tell which one is a human? Let me give you an example. For example, if you tie a little rabbit in front of the broom and throw the little rabbit away before the Bludger arrives, can it be induced? ?”

"……magic."

Frank replied with a stiff smile.

As a wizard who is both psychologically and physically normal, when faced with these Muggle scholars who are chasing after them with abnormal brains, "Because it's magic." This answer can be said to be his last stubbornness—— Who in their right mind would think of tying a rabbit to the broom to trick the Bludgers during a Quidditch match? !

"Okay, I understand... let's skip this question for now."

Ognechka sighed helplessly and made a few simple comments in the notebook.

According to the idea of ​​a new generation of broomsticks proposed by the "Destiny Group", one of the important parameters is that he hopes that the [sugoi] broomstick company led by him can develop a broom with the "bludger invisibility" function.

Compared with radar in the non-magical world, the principle of the bludger under the blessing of magic is obviously more mysterious and complex.

"Well, then, the next question is... let me see..."

Ognechka turned over the notebook in his hand and said thoughtfully.

"In the previous game, Charlie Weasley's dive speed returned to zero in less than half a second. According to your explanation, this was due to the special effect of the braking spell on the broomstick. Then his body Why wasn't it thrown out by inertia?"

"...This is also because of magic." Frank continued to answer expressionlessly.

He was not curious at all about what inertia was.

After being together for so long, Frank had long since learned to restrain his curiosity.

Unless absolutely necessary, don't take the initiative to ask about those strange words that he has never heard of, because behind each of them there are hours, or even days, of complex Muggle theories that are like a bible.

"Okay, let's skip this for now..."

Ognechka shrugged her shoulders and turned another page.

This time it was an additional updated technical requirement from the Destiny Group before he came to this Quidditch stadium.

According to the vision of those wizards, they hope that the Muggle research team at the [sugoi] broomstick company will combine the physique and driving mode of the wizards to make [SU-M-17] a safe and controllable tool instead of committing suicide. props.

Whether it's a broomstick or a fighter jet, in Ognechka's eyes they are all aircraft.

As long as it is an aircraft that requires human control, it will inevitably require close cooperation between the pilot and the aircraft. Finding the critical point that matches the flesh and blood body and the aircraft is the ultimate responsibility of designers like them.

Maybe wizards' bodies are tougher than Muggles, but the extent is quite limited.

Gryffindor's batter was still seriously injured when he fell just now. If it weren't for the magical magic, he might be able to eat with one hand for the next six months. This will undoubtedly increase Ognechka's future problems. Design difficulty.

Compared with conventional fighter design ideas, he now also has to consider the possible forced detachment of the broomstick when it breaks through the critical value-if the broomstick just now is replaced by the [SU-M-17] series, then the player will The moment he fell, he might turn into a bloody mess, instead of just breaking off an arm.

"Limiter..."

The pen in Ognechka's hand circled the word emphatically on the notebook.

You know, if pilots were ranked worldwide based on their ability to commit suicide, then the pilots from the former Soviet Union would definitely be among the best. But now, he discovered that there are other dangerous elements in the world.

Therefore, the next thing he had to do was to add a limiter based on the common ways wizards seek death.

"Well, okay, then Mr. Frank, there is only one last thing left..."

Ognechka put away her notebook and held up the pointed wizard hat on her head.

"Let's go talk to those 'professional Quidditch' players you mentioned. As for the specific questions, I will write you a rough two pages now. In short, you can ask according to the specific situation. Other I’ll add something after thinking about it——”

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Great!