"So, all those things before were illusions?"

"Not entirely. To be precise, some of them were real."

Fifteen minutes later, Aileen and the other players left the field and headed towards the castle.

After spending half a second healing Fred's shoulder, Aileen spent at least five or six minutes answering and healing the hearts that had been hurt by the pre-match trash talk—of course, most of the time was wasted on prohibiting interruptions.

"The pre-match trash talk should be kept as a gimmick for future professional leagues."

Aileen shrugged, turned to look at Wood, who was still a little depressed, and explained quite seriously.

"If you plan to enter the professional scene in the future, this is very important—whether it's using words to stimulate the opponent's emotions, or maintaining a good mental attitude to ignore the opponent's provocations, these abilities will be as important as skills in the future."

Because… these are all important elements of commercial value…

Aileen's eyes flickered, and she didn't say the rest of the words.

Since Destiny Group's non-magical subsidiary, "Entropy Reversal," invested in the English Premier League and became the number one shareholder in English football, the exploration of Quidditch commercialization has also been put on the agenda. Those commercial elements in Muggle games—whether past, present, or future—were all written by Aileen in the operation manual and handed over to Father to test in the Premier League.

With the spread of television broadcasting, and even online media, this kind of pre-match trash talk is obviously a very popular segment among the audience.

In addition, compared to traditional positional warfare tactics, the fast-paced offensive and defensive transitions of [Flying Boom] will obviously make the Quidditch game more exciting. Gryffindor's pilot program this time can be said to be extremely successful.

"So, all those words Gerald said were actually made up by you, Aileen?"

Fred moved his arm and asked softly with a complicated mood.

After knowing the truth, the joy of defeating the "All-Star Team" was not so intense. Although the victory still brought him joy, Fred always felt a little stuffy in his heart, unable to vent it.

"Oh? Are you talking about those? Those are all real, oh~"

As if guessing what Fred was thinking, Aileen held up a finger and said seriously.

"Except for Charlie, the other 'pre-match trash talk' is all real recordings, and they will all be broadcast on the magic radio station later—if magic television becomes popular in the future, then follow-up recordings may be added depending on the situation..."

As the behind-the-scenes promoter of Hogwarts' new curriculum, Aileen had already screened the returning students.

Wizards from Slytherin and Ravenclaw, such as Gerald, are now all junior employees recently recruited by Destiny Group. Not to mention recording trash talk, they can even perform a stand-up comedy on the spot.

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

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

George was stunned and asked confusedly.

"That's exactly why it should be released, otherwise where would the program effects come from?"

Aileen blinked her eyes and said in a matter-of-course tone, a cunning danger flashing on her angelic face.

"By the way, Charlie, your part also needs to be re-recorded. I've already thought of the lines for you—"

She glanced at Oliver Wood, who hesitated to speak, and nodded, "—That's right, it's that: Wood has no shortcomings, but also no advantages. The All-Star Team's 'trash talk' must be complete, and the captain can't be missing."

"Have to re-record? Sigh, okay, I roughly understand what you mean..."

Charlie's mouth twitched, he glanced at Aileen's firm expression, and sighed helplessly.

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

If nothing unexpected happens, the Gryffindor team is in a period of style transition. The single attribute centered on the Seeker, which had been branded on this team for the past few decades, is gradually being washed away, and replaced by a new tactic based on overall fast offense and defense.

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

"...Um, before going on the radio and newspaper, I'll write a letter to Mom first."

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 sees these so-called "pre-match trash talk" in the newspaper first, she may have to obediently return to the Burrow this Christmas to explain everything in person.

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"Now, there is one thing that needs to be made clear."

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

"Respected Mr. Frank, I am very clear about the differences between the wizard's perspective and ours, so only when the results I observe with my own eyes and what you see are completely consistent can it be considered [absolute objectivity]—if there is a difference, then I hope you can act as 'eyes' and provide me with perceptual correction, so that the conclusion is as close to objective as possible."

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

"Understood, Mr. Ognechka."

When facing these Muggle scholars from the former Soviet Union, he would occasionally have the illusion that he was a moron.

Perhaps because of this subtle atmosphere, old wizards like Kurt usually wouldn't want to directly participate in research and discussion projects—they would rather patrol the surrounding area and go on field work than deal with those Muggle scholars.

It's not that these Muggles are so dangerous, it's just that their thought processes are too difficult to understand.

For example, now…

Ognechka observed the box in front of him, a fascinated expression on his face.

This was a large crate, containing four magic balls of different sizes—the Quaffle, the Bludgers, and the Golden Snitch—during the game just now, Ognechka had learned their respective names from Frank.

He was wearing a black robe and a pointed hat, just like a wizard who was obsessed with Quidditch.

But when he spoke, Ognechka's strange accent, as well as his serious "moronic" questions, formed a strong contrast with the expression on his face.

"First, let's run a little further away and hide where those two Bludgers can't see us, shall we?"

"Eh?! Hide, hide what?"

Frank blinked his eyes and asked confusedly.

"Them. Look, they've been struggling desperately since just now."

Ognechka carefully pointed to the inside of the box. The two black, shiny Bludgers were constantly struggling, trying to break free from the leather straps that bound them in the box, while Ognechka's notebook was filled with a chaotic scribble of curves.

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

Frank shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

"They have special magic cast on them, and they will automatically attack people around them—"

"Automatic target acquisition, I understand, but those are two steps—finding the surrounding attack target and launching an attack."

Ognechka bent down and touched the Bludger that was struggling desperately. "If you close the box, they will stop moving soon. This is very unreasonable, right? You just said that the box itself has no magic attached to it."

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

Frank showed an awkward but polite smile.

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

Ognechka opened his notebook and drew simple figures on it.

"If we put a white mouse here, and then we hide five meters away, will it come towards us, or will it rush towards the nearest white mouse? Or to put it another way, if an owl happens to fly in the sky during the game..."

"Of course it's towards us. Bludgers aren't hunting dogs or falcons..."

"Then what if the white mouse is replaced by a larger mammal, such as a Yorkshire Large White pig?"

"This is a Bludger in a Quidditch match. It won't attack animals. Its only job is to knock players off their brooms. If it hit other animals, then the Forbidden Forest would be full of Quaffles..."

"Then if we replace it with a child, say seven or eight years old?"

Ognechka gestured at his waist, and drew a small person in his notebook with his pen.

"Of course it would go for the child. I said Bludgers hit people..."

"Hey, that's it!" Ognechka slammed his palm hard and asked excitedly.

"So how does it tell who is a person? To give you a random example, if you tie a little rabbit to the front of your broom, and drop the rabbit before the Bludger arrives, can you create a diversion?"

"…Magic."

Frank replied with a stiff smile.

As a wizard who is psychologically and physiologically normal, when facing these relentless, mentally unstable Muggle scholars, the answer "Because it's magic" can be said to be his last bit of stubbornness—any wizard with a sane mind, who would think of tying a rabbit to the front of their broom to deceive the Bludger when participating in a Quidditch match?!

"Okay, I understand... We'll skip this question for now."

Ognechka sighed helplessly and made a few simple notes in his notebook.

According to the new generation of flying broomstick design proposed by the "Destiny Group", one of the important parameters is that he hopes that the [sugoi] flying broomstick company he leads can develop broomsticks with "Bludger stealth" function.

Compared to non-magical radar, the principle of Bludgers with magic is obviously more mysterious and complex.

"Um, so, the next question is... let me see..."

Ognechka flipped through his notebook and said thoughtfully.

"During the game just now, Charlie Weasley brought his diving speed to zero in less than half a second. According to your explanation, this is due to the special effect of the braking charm on the flying broomstick. Why wasn't his body thrown out by inertia?"

"...This is also because of magic." Frank continued to answer with a blank expression.

What inertia is, he is not curious at all.

After so much time together, Frank had long since learned to restrain his curiosity.

Unless absolutely necessary, do not actively ask about strange words he has never heard, because each of them contains hours, even days, of complex Muggle theories like heavenly books.

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

Ognechka shrugged his shoulders and flipped to the next page.

This time, it was the additional technical requirements updated by the Destiny Group before he came to this Quidditch field.

According to the wizards' vision, they hope that the Muggle research team at [sugoi] Flying Broomstick Company can combine the wizard's physique and driving mode to make the [su-m-17] a safe and controllable tool, rather than a suicide device.

Whether it is a flying broomstick or a fighter jet, in Ognechka's eyes, they all belong to aircraft.

And as long as it is an aircraft that needs to be controlled by humans, then it must require close cooperation between the pilot and the aircraft. Finding the critical point that matches the flesh and blood with the aircraft is the ultimate responsibility of these designers.

Perhaps the wizard's body is more resilient than the Muggle's, but the degree is also quite limited.

The Gryffindor beater was still seriously injured when he fell just now. If it weren't for the magical magic, he might only be able to eat with one hand for the next six months. This undoubtedly increased the difficulty of Ognechka's subsequent design.

Compared with the conventional fighter design ideas, he must now also consider the forced separation that may occur when the flying broomstick exceeds the critical value—if the flying broomstick just now was replaced by the [su-m-17] series, then the player might have directly turned into a bloody mess the moment he fell, instead of just breaking an arm.

"Limiter..."

Ognechka circled the word heavily in his notebook with his pen.

You know, if the ability of pilots to seek death is ranked worldwide, then the pilots of the former Soviet Union are definitely among the best, and now, he has discovered that there are other dangerous elements in this world.

Therefore, what he has to do next is to add limiters based on the common ways wizards seek death.

"Well, okay, then Mr. Frank, now there's only one last thing left..."

Ognechka put away his notebook and adjusted the pointed wizard hat on his head.

"Let's go talk to those 'professional Quidditch' players you mentioned. As for the specific questions, I'll roughly write down two pages for you first. Anyway, ask according to the specific situation, and I'll add some more after I think about it—"

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