Archdruid of Hogwarts

Seeing that his own morale was low, he was trampled under the feet of the little snakes.

The sharp-tongued Hermione spoke up: "Formal player qualifications can be purchased with money, tsk tsk, the Slytherin team is really shameless and stupid to a new level.

If the more money you spend, the higher the winning rate, then does that mean that as long as you spend money and a team of pigs come to compete, they can win the Quidditch World Cup? "

The situation suddenly reversed, and the little snakes were disgusted.

Draco was trembling with anger and yelled like a villain: "This is obviously sophistry! You have no place to speak here, you despicable mudblood!"

This last curse was obviously too much.

Arya, the female member of the Gryffindor team, screamed: "Howdareyou!?"

Flint hurriedly rushed to Draco's side to prevent the Weasley brothers from rushing up and exchanging fists.

Ron drew out his wand and shouted angrily: "Malfoy, you must pay the price for your unscrupulous words!"

Harry and the person involved, Hermione, were naturally very angry. After all, the insult level of this statement was about the same as that of Fuck + Bitchi.

At this moment, a distorted light and shadow suddenly appeared between the two groups of people.

Following the surge of magic power, it turned into a wave that spread in all directions.

The little lions were fluttering and making hunting noises due to the wind-blown robes, but that was all.

The little snakes were more miserable, and they all fell out.

Not only that, the Nimbus 2001 in their hands was all broken into several sections.

At this time, the distorted light and shadow had turned into Ernie.

Ernie put away his wand calmly, glanced at the little snake that fell to the ground with an arrogant look, and said without sincerity: "I'm really sorry, I'm not skilled enough in using the spell."

As he spoke, he calmly reached out and caught the authorization letter swaying in the air.

Iron Triangle all looked surprised and said almost in unison: "Ernie!"

And a senior among the little snakes exclaimed: "Apparition! This is a very difficult apparation technique! This is unimaginable! This is an illusion! I was thrown out of the illusion!"

Draco didn't understand the nature behind the phenomenon deeply enough, and he was in a state of rage. He was a pampered man who rarely suffered big losses from outsiders.

But look now, all the flying broomsticks have been destroyed.

"Asshole! McMillan, you did it on purpose, you maliciously destroyed..."

Ernie didn't like Draco. Before he could continue his bad words, he opened his five-fingered hand and pressed his hand far away. Magic power surged. Draco felt like he was being pressured by an invisible big hand, and he was suddenly slapped on the ground. On the lawn, I was speechless.

For others, Ernie at this time exuded indescribable wild pressure, making people feel chilling and twitching.

Ernie walked towards Draco step by step and said as he walked: "For the sake of the pure-blood family, I will teach you a lesson today on behalf of Lucius.

When a strong person slaps you but does not break up with you, be grateful.

At the very least, you have to be respectful.

This is survival wisdom. "

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the other little snakes one by one. The little snakes all looked away, not daring to look at him. Two of them even turned pale.

Only then did Ernie withdraw his strength.

This application was only mastered recently and was derived from the research on the power of nightmares.

More specifically, through studying the power of nightmares, Ernie learned how to harness the power of negative emotions.

The power of negative emotions is worthless in the universe, especially anger, which is almost equal to the Zimbabwean dollar.

Of course, it's easy to get them. You can get a bunch of them in a few hours in Guardian mode.

Since there is no explanation, I can only fumble around on my own, but I have never been able to figure it out.

It wasn't until I studied the power of nightmares for a while that I suddenly became enlightened.

Then I discovered that negative emotions are used to strengthen combat capabilities in reality.

Magic is idealistic and emotional.

Learn to use negative emotions as extraordinary additives, harvest a lot in normal times, and during combat, convert these negative emotions into currency in large quantities, and add them with a throw of money, which can greatly increase the damage!

There are many specific methods. After all, there is more than one kind of negative emotion, which can be mixed alone or mixed, and there are suitable skills and means for each type of negative emotion.

He is just starting out now, and his release is very straightforward, without even a corresponding skill.

If he wasn't not interested in fighting, but also worried about "having a sharp weapon and having a murderous intention", he would have gone to study black magic and forbidden spells. He would probably be able to find a suitable technique that would greatly enhance his fighting ability. If Even if he could cooperate with Druid combat skills, he would be afraid just thinking about it.

It is precisely because I am worried about falling into this trap and becoming addicted that I restrain myself from being too aggressive.

Lay a solid foundation, strengthen your mind, and don't get lost in the feeling of defeating and killing enemies.

This time I showed off my skills, and it turned out to be as domineering and addictive as I expected.

"Ouch! Cough!" Draco coughed violently due to excessive inhalation, and his face turned red from holding back. Before this, he had never thought that breathing could be such a wonderful thing...

'Snapped! ’ Ernie snapped his fingers

A house elf wearing a navy blue formal suit appeared, saluted him and called him master.

"Go to Diagon Alley and ask what the price of Nimbus 2001 is?"

"Yes!" The house elf apparated away.

Ernie looked at the content on the parchment and said to the little snakes: "Professor Snape forgot to sign the date. In order to prevent you from taking it out again and again to cause trouble in the future, I have accepted this authorization letter."

The little snakes were so scared that no one dared to say no.

They who were observing also benefited from the lesson Ernie taught Draco just now.

"Who's the captain?" Ernie asked.

"I, I am!" Flint lost his previous arrogance and was so nervous that he stuttered.

"name."

"Marcus Flint."

"Oh, pureblood, you can stand up and say something back."

Flint, who was half-lying and half-kneeling on the ground, stood up with a cowardly look on his face, not daring to raise his head.

Ernie deliberately looked sternly and pointed his nostrils at others: "I made a mistake in performing the technique and damaged your equipment. I will compensate you according to the market price, and you will be compensated for one hundred gold galleons in mental losses. Do you have any opinions on this solution?"

"No no!"

At this moment, the house elf returned and whispered a report to Ernie.

Ernie waved him away, then took out his checkbook and signed the order.

He tore off the check and handed it to Flint: "You can't train today, let's go."

"Okay, okay!" The big man bowed and took the check with both hands, turned around and called to the team members: "Get up, everyone, go!"

The little snakes all crawled up from the ground, and even Draco, who was sore all over, was picked up from the ground, and then left with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

Ernie's voice made all the little snakes tremble.

"Don't you know how to take care of the lawn? Take all this garbage away."

The little snakes obeyed, picked up all the broken pieces of Nimbus 2001, and walked away quickly.

As soon as Ernie turned his face, he saw that all the little lions were also showing off their eyebrows and drooping eyes, as if they wanted to get close to each other, but they were restrained and coy.

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Before the little snakes had gone far, Ron couldn't help laughing and said with a beaming expression: "Ernie, you are so majestic!"

Harry gave a thumbs up, what Ernie did was really a relief.

Hermione's eyes were bright and bold, but her movements were a little coy: "Thank you."

"I'm just at the right time." Ernie put on another face and responded to the three of them with a smile.

He also reminded: "You three, until your control is not high enough, you'd better not think about using magic to solve campus problems. Don't think that if it's not a curse, it will be safer. If you cause death or injury, you will be in big trouble."

The Iron Triangle responded one after another.

"That's it, I'm going to catch up on my sleep."

Hermione stopped him: "Wait, something happened." Then she said to Harry: "You can also ask for leave, we can't train today."

Harry was confused, but he naturally believed in Hermione and would not say such arbitrary things over trivial matters.

Seeing Harry looking over, Wood took the initiative and said, "Go, go! I'll contact you later to make up the team's new tactics." As he said this, he secretly looked at Ernie's reaction.

Ernie, who is taller than his peers and looks like a third or even fourth grader, is smiling and looking good, but Wood thinks he is a typical smiling tiger.

"Oh, thank you." Harry also knew that Wood was so talkative, probably for Ernie's sake. Moreover, Ernie's performance was too strong just now, and the little lions were obviously uncomfortable.

After the four of them were far away, the little lions were relieved of their semi-petrified state.

"Sharp!", "Strong!"

"Awesome!", "Easy and unrestrained!"

"Cool!", "Handsome!"

"Undoubtedly the strongest second grade!"

"Dumbledore's grade is probably not that powerful!"...

Of course it was the Weasley twins who were beaming and talking flirtatiously.

The two of them knew Ernie, but it was superficial and they had no in-depth interaction.

In the past, I just thought that Ernie was quite different and old-fashioned, and he was a bit pretentious. But now the biggest feeling is that he is being shown off.

Aaliya touched her feverish face: "My heart is pounding now!"

Wood rubbed his hair vigorously: "It's so subversive! I never thought that Hufflepuff could produce such a strong person! That is apparation, a technique that many adult wizards have not mastered!"

"Obviously the magic power is stronger when it is released outside!" George corrected dissatisfiedly.

Fred playfully imitated the way Ernie used magic to pressure Draco, and the target was naturally his brother George.

George cooperated with Wushuang and immediately lay down on the ground in a miserable state, but his appearance was much more exaggerated than Draco's previous embarrassment, and he was mumbling: "I can't breathe! I want daddy!"

When the other little lions saw this scene, they naturally couldn't help laughing...

Half an hour later, the secret society activity room.

Ron ate happily.

He had eaten three chicken drumsticks for breakfast in the auditorium, but Ernie was treating him to Yamaguchi Mountain delicacies. Even if his stomach was full, he still had to squeeze in some more space.

In fact, Ron's earning power has improved a lot now. In just one week since school started, he has already earned four treasure coins.

This is forty gold galleons, four hundred dollars. This kind of weekly salary, even in today's America, can be ranked ahead of the weekly salary of many adults.

In particular, the work content is flexible, the labor intensity is not high, it is not very time-consuming, and you can benefit more or less, instead of repetitive work with little technical content, it is definitely an enviable and good job.

However, Ron, who had money, unknowingly added a new problem - being a miser.

This kind of problem is considered rare in the wizarding world, let alone in contemporary England.

Ron himself said that he was preparing resources for adventure. This year, he not only wanted to clear his debts, but also be fully armed and win an adventure MVP!

Well, even Ron, who was suspected of being a salty fish in history, has a goal and has taken action. Ernie expressed that he is very relieved and happy to see the results.

He is reading a newspaper now, this newspaper is called "Witches Weekly".

Five well-known newspapers and magazines in the British wizarding circle.

In addition to the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler, there is also the academic magazine Transfiguration Today and the sports magazine Broomstick Encyclopedia, as well as the gossip magazine Witch Weekly.

Molly Weasley is a big fan of the magazine.

The 'Most Charming Smile Award' that Lockhart was extremely proud of was also selected by the magazine.

The magazine's celebrity gossip section is more popular than its delicious recipes section.

Rita Skeeter is a well-known independent journalist, a Ravenclaw graduate and an Animagus dung beetle.

In the original history, in the Goblet of Fire chapter, she wrote an article about the love triangle between Harry, Hermione, and Krum, "Harry Potter's Secret Heartbreaking History," which was published in the "Daily Prophet" ( The original work is "Witches Weekly").

Today, the "Daily Prophet" has been bankrupted by the MacMillan family, and its momentum and sales have long been reduced. The newly-minted Quibbler not only always had Skeeter's submissions, but also received no royalties.

So Rita Skeeter moved to Witch Weekly, still targeting celebrities and writing eye-catching articles.

Ernie never read this kind of entertainment newspapers, but Hermione signed up for an annual subscription.

This morning the postman owl delivered the latest issue of "Witches Weekly" to Hermione. After reading it, Hermione went to the Great Hall to look for Harry, and then ran to the stadium with Ron who was having breakfast.

This issue's celebrity column is Rita Skeeter's article "The Death of the Savior."

Underneath the exaggerated gimmick, it tells the story of the Dursley family being attacked and critically ill.

Hermione dictated the key points of the text to Harry, while Ernie read directly from the text.

Harry couldn't bear to listen to Hermione's statement, and immediately got angry and yelled: "I have to ask for leave and go back!"

Ernie dropped the magazine on the table. "It is appropriate to confirm the situation. There is no need to follow the normal process."

He pointed to the magazine and added: "Skeeter, who published the article, has always liked to concoct gossip news, and habitually exaggerated or even fabricated it, rarely respecting the facts.

Therefore, I have reason to believe that she is also playing a word game this time.

If your aunt's family is really in a particularly bad situation, the school will officially issue a notice, and there is absolutely no possibility of hiding it from you. "

Since Ernie has always been reliable and has divine prophecies, he has already established authority among the small gang. In addition, Ernie's emotions are highly contagious. When Harry heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

He asked: "Are you saying that the content above contains mostly lies?"

"I think it's a 50-50 split." Ernie analyzed: "If the matter isn't serious enough, it won't catch Rita Skeeter's eyes. After all, this is just your aunt's family, not you.

The casualties were mostly real. At least it was because the Ministry of Magic couldn't keep the lid closed, so there were such revelations.

If only two or three people died, there would be many reasons to cover it up, such as an explosion of a natural gas pipeline, robbery and murder by escaped criminals, etc.

But it would be an exaggeration to say that your aunt's family is in danger.

I guess the main problem is that extraordinary injuries are more difficult and cannot be treated by mortal hospitals, so they appear to be more serious. "

After hearing this analysis, Harry felt more at ease.

He sat down, drank the orange juice in the glass in one gulp, took a long breath, and then said: "In other words, when I go back this time, I'd better prepare some broad-spectrum extraordinary potions."

Ernie waved his hand: "You are too optimistic."

After thinking for a while, he added: "I know something about this, but I haven't told you because it won't solve the problem and will distract you. If you do small things in private, it will most likely make things more complicated, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

But now that the situation has deteriorated like this, and the safety of your family has been involved, it is inappropriate to cover it up any longer. "...