"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 in the future, 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 her words.

Since the Destiny Group's non-magical subsidiary "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——

Whether it's 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 Bomb] 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 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 happiness, 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 they 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 all junior employees newly recruited by the Destiny Group. Let alone recording any trash talk, even if they are asked to perform a talk show on the spot, it is okay.

.

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

"Played on the radio? Wait, didn't they lose?"

George was stunned and asked in confusion.

"It's precisely because we lost that it should be released, otherwise there would be no show effect."

Elena blinked and said in a matter-of-fact tone, with 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 up the lines for you -"

She glanced at Oliver Wood, who was hesitant to speak, and nodded, "——Yes, that's the one: Player Wood has no shortcomings, but he also has no advantages. The All-Star team's 'trash talk' must be neat.

, it won’t work 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, he 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:

Not surprisingly, 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 the 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, hesitated for a few seconds and then said.

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, he would probably have to go back to the Burrow to explain himself face to face this Christmas.

Clear.

…………

"Now, there is one thing to make clear."

Ognechka said that the old man from the 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 correction of perception so that the conclusion is as close to objective as possible."

As the leader of 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 this 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 area and go out in the field instead of dealing 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 learned about it from Frank.

to their respective names.

Wearing a black robe 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?! Hide, what are you hiding from?"

Frank blinked and asked 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 cast on them, and they will automatically attack 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 very 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.

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

Ognechka opened the 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 just right during the game

An owl flew over..."

"Of course it's towards us, the Bludger is not a hound, the 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 we were a child here now? For example, a seven or eight-year-old child."

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 casually. For example, if you tie a little rabbit in front of the broom and throw the little rabbit away before the bludger arrives, will it be able to induce it?

?”

"……magic."
To be continued...