Chapter 11 I always feel like something is not right
Facts have proved that old age is still hotter.
Just when Andrew was feeling anxious, the much-hyped advertisement for Magic Legend came into view of the Hogwarts professor.
A married Hogwarts professor ordered a copy of this month's Wizarding Legends after seeing the ads several times while enjoying her summer break.
Then, his five-year-old daughter fell in love with this bedtime story.
But alas, the story has to run its course – especially since it was only serialized a little bit.
And the even scarier thing is that eleven-year-old students can talk and be detained, but five-year-old children cannot negotiate, especially if the other person telling the story also wants to hear the follow-up story.
Although Professor Taylor used his O-grade history of magic to ensure that this thing was made up, he still sincerely sent a letter to Dumbledore with an owl, hoping that he could give it to poor Professor Taylor if he had the interview transcript. Provide a copy so that his poor professor can have a good summer vacation.
He was willing to make a guarantee to ensure that the manuscript would not be circulated outside his home - if not, he hoped that the principal would send him a notice to work overtime during the holidays...
This sincere letter quickly entered Dumbledore's desk. The professor's letter still had a high priority on Dumbledore's side.
Especially now when Minerva is dragging her around the office to review official documents, this kind of letter is handled at the highest level.
"Oh, Minerva, it's a letter from the professor at school."
Fudge sounded a tone he had never heard before. After confirming the height of the remaining official documents, Professor McGonagall also stopped reviewing and approving the documents in his hands and gave the two principals a short break.
Then, Professor Minerva McGonagall saw a rare and rather confused expression on Dumbledore's face.
"What happened, Albus?"
"An interview, Minerva."
"Interview?"
Professor McGonagall frowned, "Is it that crazy woman Rita?"
Professor McGonagall, who generally refused to use harsh words towards people, said the name quite naturally, but this was perfectly normal.
"No, it's an interview I haven't experienced before," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "but it sounds very interesting."
Dumbledore stood up and began to tidy the table with his wand. The low-priority letters leaked out - he quickly found eleven current issues of magical legends.
He should have seen it sooner - if it hadn't been for the pile of official documents sent by someone he dared not name.
"It's said to be an interview with me, and it's very popular in the magic world."
"Rita started spreading rumors again?"
"Probably not. Professor Taylor has never hurt anyone behind their back."
Then the two put down the official document and started reading.
After about five minutes, Professor McGonagall put down the magazine, "There is no doubt that this is a new version of the fairy tale, but the protagonist has a different name."
"Of course," Dumbledore said with a kind expression, "but they did conduct an interview, but I don't think there was a word in it that I said."
"But she is better than Rita after all. At least there are no malicious rumors."
"It's just that many fairy tales have been read before, and they lack new ideas."
Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore, who was still criticizing, and the latter quickly put down the magazine, "Ah, of course, of course, what we have to do is process the files."
"Of course, Albus, these are all needed by the Ministry of Magic. We need to repair the greenhouse, replace the tables and chairs in four classrooms, and deal with the water quality problem of the Black Lake."
"I'll take care of it, Minerva."
"That's good." Professor McGonagall picked up the magazines one after another and piled them all on his pile of documents. "I hope to get all the approval documents during lunch."
As if sure that their existence would disturb Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall resolutely left with these magazines.
But soon, Dumbledore found a brand new magazine from the pile of letters. After sighing, he had to return to his desk and continue reviewing documents.
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"Letters from readers, editor!"
"A mountain of letters from readers! There is no doubt that we succeeded!"
"Let me tell you, this big gamble will be successful." The atmosphere in the magazine was heated. This is a serialized article. It can be seen from the beginning that it will be serialized for a long time. If the phenomenon can continue, it will be at least one year. time, selling magazines depends on this column.
“Praise the one who praises potatoes!”
"Praise Him!"
The lively atmosphere even alarmed the president of the magazine - he happily ordered a large amount of butter beer and gave the person in charge of this part a double salary for this month.
This heightened the cheerful atmosphere even more.
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"Dumbledore, a legend?"
Harry flipped through the magazine Hedwig had sent him - a gift from Hagrid.
In the letter attached to the magazine, Hagrid highly praised this semi-autobiography about Dumbledore and told Harry a secret, "They must be true. I saw Dumbledore when I went to the castle." Also reading!”
This kind of guarantee made Harry convinced of the contents of the magazine - he hadn't met Dumbledore yet, but Hagrid had guaranteed it!
Moreover, he had to admit with shame that this autobiography attracted him more than the textbook.
"Magic, is it so mysterious?"
"Levitation spell, three stages?"
"Special wand..."
“Awesome adventure…”
"It's really enviable..."
"That's right," he imagined himself standing in front of Dudley, shouting something like Thirty Years West of the Thames, "I still can't do it..."
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"Levitation spell..."
"Levitation spell..."
In a family of dentists, a little freckled girl waved her wand against a heavy stone.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
The wand movements and spells were perfect, so the stone floated directly and easily held up the ceiling.
"No," she put the stone down carefully, making sure nothing was harmed by it.
"It should be a magic-repelling stone, not an ordinary stone like this... Judging from the meaning of the word, it should be a stone that can prevent the magic spell from working easily."
"How many paragraphs am I in?"
"The spell casting was successful, and a few other spells were also successful, but there is no way to judge... This is too far off."
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"Is this the first time someone has been trampled by a cow?"
"Should we set up a dedicated department?"
"With the simplest magic, the Levitation Spell, why have so many people been injured recently?"
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"Well, this magic can also be used to summon flames..."
"Set fires, open locks, immobilize... I always feel that the magic I know is not serious..."
Andrew, who didn't quite understand the situation, was a little unsure.
(End of chapter)