hogwarts blast

After the fight between the two houses, the Paternal Alliance at Hogwarts temporarily ceased for a while.

Mainly because Kyle was afraid of being ripped off by Dumbledore, so he was much more at ease.

The one hundred and eighty points deducted by Dumbledore, without causing trouble, only took Kyle almost a week to earn back in class.

Time soon came to October, and a damp and cold air filled the grounds and penetrated into the castle.

A cold suddenly broke out among the staff and students, and the school infirmary was once again overcrowded, leaving Madam Pomfrey in a hurry.

Lockhart, who was discharged from the hospital after having already regrown the bone in his thigh, was also affected.

After he learned about the flu, he vigorously promoted in the school doctor's office that the virus could be easily eliminated by injecting disinfectant into the body.

No one understands the flu better than he does.

Moreover, he did not wear a mask when in contact with patients, which led to him also being infected.

Judging from Snape's appearance, he seemed to be very happy to see this scene.

Madam Pomfrey originally planned to brew some potion for Lockhart to drink, but Snape took the initiative to take over the task of brewing the potion.

"Come, Professor Lockhart, it's time to take the medicine."

Lockhart completely ignored the sinister smile on Snape's lips.

After Lockhart drank the potion, his flu was cured, but he developed other symptoms.

During his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after his recovery, a strange odor suddenly filled the classroom.

One Ravenclaw girl couldn't help but said bluntly: "Is he in his crotch?"

As a result, the entire Hogwarts was detonated by this explosive topic.

Snape was once again offered the position of substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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After learning that all members of the Slytherin Quidditch team were wearing Nimbus 2001, Cedric started holding on to their Hufflepuff Quidditch players for devilish training every day.

Oh, by the way, it is worth mentioning that although their original captain, Jack Sparrow, has not graduated yet, he has resigned as captain ahead of schedule.

The current captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team is Cedric, and the vice-captain is Kyle.

In addition to devil training, they also did not fail to spy on Slytherin's intelligence.

The Quidditch pitch is close to the Forbidden Forest. Two Voldemorts in ghillie suits are sneaking up in the hay, observing the training of the Slytherin team on the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

"It's a bit tricky," Cedric put down the telescope in his hand, "Kyle, what do you think?"

"See with your eyes."

Cedric rolled his eyes and said, "Be serious."

Kelmo stroked his smooth chin, "Maybe I can secretly open the second door of the eight-door armor during the game, and then shoot them all down."

Cedric's eyes almost turned into Hinata's.

"We can't use this kind of violence every game."

"Did you just want to say something dirty?"

"I don't."

"You obviously meant that word!" Kyle bumped Cedric's ribs with his elbow.

Not to be outdone, Cedric stabbed back.

The two immediately started wrestling in the grass.

The grass squirmed violently.

After a fierce fight, the two returned to Voldemort's form.

"How about I buy a Nimbus 2001 for everyone on our team." Kyle, the wealthy man, said lightly.

Buying six brooms seemed as easy to him as buying six broken wooden poles.

This wasn't the first time Cedric heard Kyle speak like this.

But in the end he refused.

"We can't be as despicable as Slytherin, and we can't use your money. You provided a Quidditch training ground for our team, which has already helped us a lot."

"What's so despicable? As a member of the Hufflepuff team, is it wrong for me to pay for the team's clothing?"

But no matter how much Kyle tried to persuade him, Cedric finally rejected this wonderful proposal full of money.

"Although Malfoy paid money to join the Quidditch team, judging from his appearance, his Quidditch talent is not too bad."

"Compared to you, who is also a seeker, you are still far behind," Kyle shook his head, "but the flying broomstick can make up for the technical gap to a certain extent."

"I can still overcome the performance gap on the broom, but our players may not be at that high level."

Cedric sighed, his face full of worry.

The average level of the Slytherin team is not bad.

Even though Hufflepuff has its own Quidditch pitch and can train day and night, the two sides can only be said to be evenly matched.

If Kyle, a bad hitter, hadn't emerged from nowhere, Cedric alone wouldn't have been able to carry.

"Or we could try making our own?"

Kyle thought of another idea.

The biggest difference between the broomsticks used by other players on their team and the Nimbus 2001 wielded by Slytherin is the power system.

The power system is the core that determines the performance of a flying broomstick.

Since the magical flight system can't compare, why can't it be equipped with a Muggle power system like Mr. Weasley's Centurion Star Destroyer?

Kyle immediately told Cedric what he thought.

"You mean... put a rocket motor on the broomstick?" Cedric roughly understood what Kyle was thinking.

"A broomstick and a rocket, do you think it's a good idea?"

For an alchemist, the preparation of liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen can be completed through magic. The process is simpler than the Muggle method, and the cost is extremely low.

Now that the preparation method is available, preservation is not a problem, and magic can also be easily solved.

As for high-strength metals that are resistant to high temperatures, by engraving magic patterns on ordinary metals, they can achieve the same performance as aerospace metals, or even exceed them.

They don't have to bother studying flight control systems, fuel control systems...

These things can all be done through magic.

The engine they want to design is very simple and crude.

It can be said that it is a fuel tank with a traceless expansion spell, and a high-temperature resistant combustion chamber.

Under the control of magic, liquid oxygen and liquid oxygen are injected into the combustion chamber at a ratio of one to two, and then they are burned in the combustion chamber to form a high-heat wake ejected from the tail, giving the broomstick a thrust.

There is no need to worry about the overheating problem of the engine, a freezing magic pattern can solve it.

No other messy stuff is needed.

In addition to the fuel tank and combustion chamber, the most that can be done is to add a vector nozzle to the engine so that the driver can more easily control the posture of the broomstick.

As for the problem that the rocket-propelled broomstick accelerates too much and imposes too high an overload on the driver, a shock-absorbing spell can easily solve it.

The incantation of the shock absorbing spell is: aresto momentum.

The previous word is extended from arrest, which means "to stop".

The latter word means momentum.

Therefore, the essence of this magic is to reduce the momentum of the target and stop the target's movement.

It can alleviate the burden of overload on the driver to a certain extent.

Coupled with the protective effect of magic on the wizard's body, even a 10g overload will not cause any major problems.

Problems that are difficult to solve with technological means are instantly solved in the face of magic.

So, what's so difficult about building rockets for wizards?

The only problem they have to worry about is if there is a collision between broomsticks while playing Quidditch and the fuel tank containing several tons of liquid hydrogen is detonated, how will they put the players' bodies back together?

After listening to Kyle's idea, Cedric nodded his head, and he also thought it was very interesting.

He wished he could go back to Hufflepuff's common room and draw design drawings right now.

Even if the structure of the magic rocket engine they want to design is very simple and crude, it is not that easy to fix.

We still have to wait until Kyle asks the all-powerful butler to buy them some books on rocket manufacturing from the Muggle world before we can start construction.

"Let's go," Kyle took off his ghillie suit, "let's go to the Owlery and write a letter to Alfred."