Hogwarts White Knight

When Gawain opened his eyes again, he had appeared in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

Because Colin had helped buy the textbooks, this was the first time he had seen the inside of a bookstore.

There are many wooden bookshelves here, filled with various books. Some are piled as high as the ceiling, making people worry that they will suddenly fall down.

In the center of the store, a circular space was cleared, with tables and many seats.

"Miranda Gorshak

Revised version of standard spells released"

A long red banner hung there.

"Professor McGonagall! I didn't expect you to come!"

Noticing Gawain and the others, a wizard with a very worrying hairline came up to them. He wore a bright blue robe and held a board in his right hand.

There seems to be a record of the guests on it.

"I came here with them, Rudolf."

Professor McGonagall nodded and looked at Gawain.

Gawain quickly took out the invitation letter he had prepared and handed it to the man.

"Gawain White. Of course, welcome, right three of you? Please come with me here. Ms. Gorshak has arrived. I just asked if you were here.

She can't wait to see you.

By the way, I am the store manager Rudolf. "

The man put a tick on the board in his hand and led Gawain and the others towards the reception area.

"Gawain, did you see it?! Merlin's footcloth! That must be Bathilda Bagshot, the author of the History of Magic! And I'm sure the one who passed by just now is Emery Swich!"

Hermione lowered her voice and said excitedly.

Gawain felt that she was like a noble lady who used to wear a whalebone skirt to attend the ball, and her face turned red with excitement. It seemed like she might suffocate and fall to the ground at any moment.

Rudolph led them to the center of the field, where an old witch was sitting at the head.

There was a thick stack of books in front of her.

"Madam, I have brought Gawain White."

After struggling to squeeze out from the three people carrying the camera, Rudolph waved his arms, trying to attract Miranda's attention.

"Of course! Of course! Can you borrow it for a while, gentlemen reporters! Look, my old bones are almost eighty years old!"

Miranda stood up suddenly and the reporters surrounding her quickly made way.

Professor McGonagall pushed Gawain and Hermione, turned around with a smile, and went to talk to a gray-haired wizard he had seen before.

He's Emery Switch.

Author of Metamorphosis Theory.

One of the few transformation masters in the world.

"Yes, you are a good boy! You really found a good owl. It spent the whole afternoon knocking on the window of my mother's old house, and it was so loud that the neighbors had to apparate and take it to find me!"

Miranda patted Gawain's shoulder hard.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Miranda.

This is Hermione Granger. She is also a fan of your books. She is in the same grade as me and has the best grades. "

Gawain dragged out Hermione, who had been hiding behind her just now, and she trembled.

"Hello, Ms. Miranda."

Hermione said excitedly, her eyes glowing!

"Good girl, I wish I was as smart as you when I was young! There are so many people here today. I haven't seen these old guys for a long time. Okay, hurry up and take your seats! We will have plenty of time to chat after that."

Miranda pulled them to a very front row position.

"I have another surprise, you'll find out later."

She winked slyly before walking back to her seat. Soon, Gawain knew her

What do you mean by surprise? In a confusing way.

"To be honest, I had no intention of releasing a new revised version of the standard spells so soon. Many people have been providing me with valuable suggestions and additions over the years, but after all, I am old and don't have the same energy as before. "

Miranda said with a smile after imposing a "sonorus" on herself.

Many wizards of similar age to her would also smile heartily, and many of them were also suffering from an incurable disease called "darkness."

"I originally thought that publishing the revised version would have to wait until I wanted to see these lovely old friends for the last time, but I recently got some very valuable information. This Gawain White, the first year freshman at Hogwarts, He has improved seven ways to use the slowing spell, and is selflessly willing to publish them!

Come on, kid, let them look at you. "

Miranda said loudly, even standing up and trying to walk towards Gawain. Gawain hurriedly greeted him.

After that, his name seemed to explode all of a sudden. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Chairman of the Experimental Spells Committee, and Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, all smiled and shook hands with him and took photos.

As for the "Special Contribution Scholarship" proposed by Professor McGonagall, which was extremely difficult to apply for, the man named Fudge agreed to it.

"Of course, of course! There's no problem with that! I believe that modern wizards need children like Mr. White!"

Cornelius Fudge put his arm around Gawain's shoulders, showing no more than eight teeth, and stole most of the scenes.

Gawain had no doubt that tomorrow the front page of the Daily Prophet would have news such as "The Minister of Magic is eager to pay attention to the next generation of wizards", and there was doubt whether his own name could be spelled correctly.

The leaders of the Ministry of Magic, as well as most reporters, left directly after Miranda finished speaking. But it wasn't until almost evening that Gawain had the chance to talk to Miranda again.

"Ms. Miranda, thank you for the compliment just now, but why...?" Gawain carefully considered his words, not wanting to appear too rude.

"Why you? Why do you have to be so high?" Miranda Gorshak's eyes seemed to see through Gawain's thoughts.

She waved her hand and motioned for Gawain to sit next to her.

"Do you know when was the last time I received a letter from you that was willing to disclose the results of your research? That was twenty years ago. I don't even know if the use of the 'Repair Spell' can be considered an improvement."

Miranda curled her lips disdainfully.

She was not worried at all about being photographed by reporters.

"In the past few decades, there has been no progress in the study of charms. Do you think it is possible? It's just those old stubborns, just like in the past, who regard everything as big as a secret and hide it under the box. They would rather take it to the coffin. Don’t want to share it!

I just want to tell them that that era has passed! The future belongs to you children! "

Miranda said loudly, deliberately trying to be heard.

"Believe me, no matter what you want to do in the future, today's experience will be helpful to you. As for that little pressure, I think you won't be afraid, right? Don't be afraid, kid, let those arrogant old antiques We understand!”

Gawain nodded, but did not answer.

"If you have anything to do, just write to me, kid. An old guy like me has nothing to do all day long, and I don't want to be bored enough to knit a sweater! Okay, now let's give time to us old guys, I don't know what happens next time No one will ever come to the party again.”

Miranda Gorshak waved her hand proudly and patted Gawain on the back. The strength of her hand made him stagger and almost fall on the table with his face.

"Ms. Miranda, goodbye."

Gawain said goodbye to her politely, but did not immediately go to Hermione and Professor McGonagall.

"Ms. Bagshot! Please wait!"

He pursued the witch in a tacky crimson cloak, the author of A History of Magic who lived in Bathilda Bagshot in Godric's Hollow.

Something about Tom Riddle...

She must know something.