Hogwarts genius wizard

"William, you only need to grab a handful of this powder and read the destination. Sprinkle the powder on the fireplace, and when a green flame emerges from the fireplace, you can walk in and start the space teleportation."

William watched McGonagall demonstrate, followed the steps, and walked into the flames.

In an instant, the sky and the earth are spinning, and the sense of space is chaotic.

In less than a second, William found that his body lost gravity, and he was in close contact with his head on the ground.

Having practiced martial arts for decades in the virtual world, he involuntarily reflexed himself. With a light touch of both hands, he turned somersaults and stood in front of the fireplace.

"Clap clap clap..."

"Wonderful, so handsome movement, it's the first time in decades that I've seen people not face the ground." An old man sitting on a recliner applauded while laughing.

Professor McGonagall put away the handkerchief covered in burnt Floo powder expressionlessly, and said, "William, we should go."

William smiled shyly at the old wizard, took out his wand and cast a cleaning spell on himself, cleaning the soot from his hands.

After completing the registration with the Ministry of Magic's Transport Affairs Department, the two traveled to the French Ministry of Magic through the British Ministry of Magic's international flyo network.

William once again avoided being caught in the ashes with a somersault, and was immediately photographed by a bearded photographer standing next to a female reporter near the entrance of the lobby with a "click".

The female reporter is only 1 meters tall, which is considered a relatively short type in the European and American wizarding circles.

She was all smiles, and she was obviously very satisfied with William's appearance, and she was even more proud that she had finally guarded the British master and apprentice.

They caused a lot of trouble to the competition team before the people arrived. Reporters like this kind of troublemaker who makes big things happen at every turn.

If there are no troublemakers, how will journalists be fattened?

Everyone has to eat.

Unlike the old guards arranged by the British Ministry of Magic, due to the unlimited battles between British werewolves and French vampires, the French Ministry of Magic has strengthened its protection. The fireplace is guarded by a female Auror and a male Auror.

The female Auror looked about 30 years old, wearing a slim wizard robe, sitting on the desk, saw William coming out, but said nothing to McGonagall, who came out first: "Welcome to France Paris, please give me the passport issued by your country's International Magic Cooperation Department for review."

The male Auror was leaning against the wall, holding a wand in his hand, and he could cast spells instantly as soon as he lifted it.

Mag handed over the "British Ministry of Magic Passport". After the female Auror opened the certificate, her expression turned sour. She compared the two, nodded, stamped the certificate, and reminded mockingly: "Because Your Ministry of Magic drove the damned werewolves to France, and the nights outside are not calm recently, so please try not to go out."

"Thank you, but don't worry about your Excellency, you should think of ways to catch those lawbreakers."

As an Englishman, although Professor McGonagall has great opinions on the policies of the Ministry of Magic, he does not hesitate to take a big stand.

William snickered inwardly, he never thought that one of his thefts would stir up a big storm in the wizarding world.

Whether it was the werewolf radicals who left the UK and were suppressed by the French Ministry of Magic, or the werewolves and vampires went to war, in the long run, it would consume the power of potential allies of the You-Know-Who.

"Hmph." The female Auror snorted coldly.

The male Auror took a serious look at Mag, but said nothing.

A good-looking female reporter, seeing William approaching, her eyes lit up. She has blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. She has well-defined features, and her piercing eyes reveal a smile. The slim suit and leather shoes make this look 15-year-old, actually only 12-year-old boy is more photogenic.

The female reporter quickly said to McGonagall and William: "Principal McGonagall, Mr. Smith, I am Betty Lancers, a reporter from the French "Free Press". Can you tell us a few words about this competition?"

Mag paused and nodded.

Betty's smile was even brighter, and she asked: "Ten years ago, Principal McGonagall, you lost miserably to the chess king Bill Jones. This time you brought the genius wizard William Smith here, are you planning to win the championship and revenge?"

McGonagall, who is very clear about the virtues of wizarding journalists, was not angry, but corrected: "First of all, I am the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, and secondly, my score in the competition was 7.8, and Mr. Jones was 8.2, just a small defeat.

I've actually been the closest wizard chess player with scores to Mr. Jones for over a decade, so I don't understand what you mean by fiasco. "

Betty looked slightly stagnant, and said awkwardly: "Oh, Ms. McGonagall is the most powerful wizard chess player in the UK. Being able to approach the chess king is indeed enough to prove your strength."

This rookie reporter had indeed waited for the opportunity, but it was clear that his professional level was far behind that of his predecessors.

He wanted to step on Professor McGonagall and vent his anger on the French wizarding world, but he obviously found the wrong person.

McGonagall corrected again: "Ms. Lancers, you are wrong again. There are many wizard chess masters in the UK. I am just an insignificant amateur among them. For example, my student William learned from him last month. From the beginning of chess, I never beat him once."

The French present looked cold, what does this mean?You, the closest chess player, are not only not popular in the UK, you can't even beat one of your own students.

Even if it is to step on the French chess king and praise his students to the top, it is too shameless to say so!

Such a slap in the face, isn't it too much?

The other foreign wizards who went through the formalities snickered after hearing Mag's words, and stood aside one after another, ready to eat melons.It is also very interesting to see the confrontation between the two wizards of the British and French wizarding world.

Mag looked at the French and foreign wizards present, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, apparently in a very good mood.

It is a very cool thing to be able to step on other people's feet on other people's territory.

Betty gave up her plan to continue interviewing McGonagall, and if the chat continues, it is unknown whether the professor will complain about the shady scenes of the French wizard chess game.

It's one thing to know something, but it's another thing to say it. There are many wizards present, and she doesn't want good things to turn into bad things.

Betty turned to William and asked, "Mr. Smith, do you have any plans for this match?"

William held his head high and faced the crowd, dressed in a suit, with a handsome demeanor, raised a finger, and said, "Uh, let's set a small goal first, to win No.1."

"Wow." All the wizards at the scene laughed.

The small goal is No.1, and the big goal is to beat the French chess king.