Harry Potter's Catastrophe

Luden Fajan, the passer-by-center scorer, walked onto the stage and stood between the silver scoring wall and the Quaffle cannon.

The muzzle of a Quaffle cannon in the middle was facing the passerby, Luden Fajan, who was waiting with his wand.

"You don't have to stand on the Quaffle launch route. As time goes by, the Quaffle launcher will change from one to two, then three, four, and five." The old man in gray wizard robe Grandpa reminded.

"The time is three minutes, six minutes, nine minutes, and twelve minutes respectively." The old man in gray wizard robe added.

"Oh - oh." Luden Fajan, the passerby in the center, adjusted his position and moved to the side.

"Are you ready?" the old man in the gray wizard robe asked. The old man in the white wizard robe was sitting on the edge to rest. It seemed that the second project was hosted by a different person.

"OK, ready." Luden Fajan, the middle scorer in passerby A, clenched his wand and stared back and forth at the five Quaffle launchers.

The old man in the gray wizard robe did not say which muzzle fired first. The first ball could easily be caught off guard.

"Launch." The old man in gray wizard robe gave the order, and a timer appeared above the judges' table.

"Bang!"

A Quaffle shot out of the mouth of the second launcher. The speed was not very fast, just like the speed of passing the ball when playing basketball, but the force was not too bad.

Because the straight line from the muzzle shoots towards the silver score wall, the flying Quaffle must hit the silver score wall in a straight line.

There is no such thing as a parabola, it must be straight forward.

So since there will be no parabola when shooting from a distance of about ten meters on the field, the power of the Quaffle server will not be too bad.

With their current physiques, being hit wouldn't be easy, but it wouldn't be a big deal, but it wouldn't necessarily be the case if they were hit too many times.

Luden Fajan, the passerby's center scorer, was highly concentrated and reacted easily.

"Mouse." Luden Fazhan, a passerby with a sharp eye and quick hands, turned the tip of his wand and shot out the magic with a slight shake.

The Quaffle transformed into a black-haired mouse midway, but the distance it carried did not disappear. The mouse Quaffle was still moving quickly.

The Mouse Quaffle flew past Luden Farjan, the passerby's center scorer, and then hit the silver score wall.

Luden Fajan, the passerby who scored in the middle, quickly turned his head. The number one hundred on the silver score wall did not change.

No points will be deducted if the mouse hits the wall. After the mouse hits the wall, it falls to the ground and walks around unconsciously, then transforms back into the Quaffle.

It’s done.

"So simple? Very easy." Luden Fajan, the passerby's top scorer, said with a smile. He could handle this completely.

"It's very easy and simple at this speed." Fowles Lucci, a passerby with slanted black square glasses, said confidently that he could handle it even if five machines were launched at the same time.

"If only it were that simple." Claudia Dove, a beautiful girl from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, doesn't think so.

If only it were that simple. It is indeed not simple, and it will not be simple anymore.

The passerby, Luden Fajan, the man with the center score, pointed his wand at the muzzle of the second cannon, preparing to receive the next shot.

"Bang!"

The second flying Quaffle was not shot from the second cannon, but from the fifth cannon.

Passer-by A struck the male Luden Fajan, stunned, and then waved his magic wand rapidly.

"mouse."

The Quaffle was already halfway through the shot, and the magic of Luden Fajan, the passer-by-center scorer, came.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and the Quaffle was hit by the magic shot from behind before it touched the silver score wall, transforming into a mouse and hitting the score wall.

"What a risk. I'm shocked. I thought I would lose points so quickly." A passerby with a middle score quickly wiped away the non-existent sweat on his head.

"Bang!" Another ball.

"Rat." This ball is not the second muzzle, nor the fifth, but the first.

"Sure enough, it won't be that simple." Luden Fajan, the middle-aged passerby, transformed again.

"Although the five angles are not five different directions, they will still make people confused. The best way now is to retreat to a position where you can cast spells left and right." Fowles Lu, a passerby with black square glasses Qi analyzed.

"Indeed, he is in the middle of the field. The first and fifth stations are at two corners of the field. Now they are still firing one by one, with four seconds between each ball. Although he has time to react, but after that Two Quaffle launchers started firing in just over two minutes," Claudia Dove, a beautiful girl from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, said with a solemn expression.

This time it is not as difficult as usual. It is impossible to fix two Quaffle launchers. When the time comes, one on the left and one on the right will become increasingly difficult to resist.

"And this is also a question of testing the use and amount of magic power. Accurately transform each Quaffle to save more magic power." Carney said while looking at Luden Fajan, a passerby who was transforming on the field.

"One ball in four seconds, which means that one transformation spell will be performed in four seconds, and forty-five transformations will be required in three minutes. After three minutes, there will be two Quaffle launchers." Carney quickly calculated. "After three minutes, it will be used twice every four seconds, which is ninety times.

"To put it simply, it takes a total of one hundred and thirty-five times in six minutes." Carney looked at the others and said, "In six minutes, this is only eleven points."

"Despair." The passerby Tenga Tansi, a man with slanted bangs, was stunned when he heard this. He cast 135 spells in six minutes. Is this still a human being?

"I fainted from crying." The passerby, Bob Addis, a man with a short hair, had similar thoughts.

"It's difficult," said Claudia Dove, a beautiful girl from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. "Luden won't last long if he doesn't save his magic power."

"You still missed a hundred goals on the score wall." Fowles Lucci, a passerby with black square glasses, pushed up his glasses and said. His mind was calculating quickly. He must calculate it before Carney.

He doesn’t want to be compared in this regard, burn my brain, the score wall is 100 points, one point for each goal, and one goal in the first four seconds requires a total of...

"I know I'm just too lazy to count. One hundred and thirty-five spells cast in six minutes is already desperate enough." Carney withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the field.

"..." The man with black square glasses, a passerby, was suddenly confused and his brain went into a panic.

"Ahem." Tenga Fajian, a passerby with slanted bangs, whispered to Bob Addis, a passerby with a C-inch haircut, "Do you think so much after watching a game?"

"No," said a passerby, Bob Addis, a man with a centipede hair. There is really no comparison between people. He only has money, and has nothing but money.

"You are all geniuses." Tenga Tansi, a passerby with slanted bangs, said, and then continued to focus on the competition.

He is not a genius like them, so he should just watch the game with peace of mind. It is good to have them on the side to explain.