I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 266 Warrior Interview

A small metal box gradually drooped from the ceiling of the classroom.

There is a camera at the front end, and as a projected light shines out, many strange images of alchemy creations appear in the classroom.

"Wow!"

There was a wow sound in the classroom.

It looks like Owen's photo pocket watch, but what Victor keeps are virtual images of various magic props.

"It's not necessary, or you don't know at all!" Coatel's eyes revealed a look of disdain.

Her face was stern and beautiful, her nose bridge was high, her lips were tightly pressed, and her words and deeds were full of arrogance and indifference.

"Ancient magic can only bloom in the bodies of wizards who inherit the will of the gods." She looked at Victor with disdain, looking at his body roughly with her eyes.

His body is mutilated.

The look in Koyatel's eyes made it very clear that the gods would not look down on a body like yours.

The gods don't even care about your broken body, so what right do you have to talk nonsense here, as if you know a lot about ancient magic.

Speaking of which, Owen was also curious, this is not Piltover, he can use potions to heal himself.

Even some damage caused by black magic, like Moody's, may be replaced by magical prosthetics.

There's absolutely no need for Victor to stay like this.

But - what about the Witch of Ilvermorny?

Is the brain completely underdeveloped or the level of development is slightly variable.

That face that everyone around her owed her a hundred Galleons might seem cold and glamorous at first glance, but after a long time, he just wanted to beat her up!

I, Owen Sanchez, have never seen such arrogance in the magic world!

Stealing all the limelight from my brother!

Immediately, as he returned to his seat from the lecture table, he raised his voice in a playful voice and said, "Wow! You're right! You're right!"

In fact, there are no seats in the classroom at all.

The deformed ring-shaped steps in the classroom became the seat for the little wizard.

"So who made you bloom?" He stared with innocent eyes, leaning on his legs with his right hand to support his cheek, and glanced at her.

"What did you say?"

A certain boy made a pun, and of course Coatel caught it right away.

Her eyes were sharp, and if this hadn't been in class, Owen had no doubts that she would immediately cast him a curse.

"Huh? So you're physically handicapped too!" Owen looked at her pretending to be surprised, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were deaf-mute, I sincerely apologize to you, I'm sorry!"

His round gray eyes looked at her sincerely, and his tone was full of apology.

But the shameless Witch of Ilvermorny did not accept his apology, and instead acted inhumanely.

Owen's pupils reflected light.

It was a red dazzling light, from nothing.

"That's enough!" Victor, who was on crutches, raised his cane and pointed in the air.

Miraculously, the magic spell actually floated into the air.

Then the flashlight that cut open the acromantula shot out a fiery light, directly shattering the spell.

"If you don't believe what I said, then you shouldn't have been here in the first place!" He frowned and looked at Koyatel with a pale face. "If you think there is someone better than me, then go ask him for advice. .Please don’t delay my class time!”

"It should have been so long ago!" Coyatel was not afraid of Victor's gaze at all, "The greatest wizard in alchemy is Mr. Nicole Flamel."

"Maybe you should teach according to the textbook." As she spoke, she sneered and raised the textbook in her hand. On the title page of the book "Deciphering Ancient Alchemy", Nick's name was clearly visible in gold. "At least this will make you look more professional!"

"puff!"

The next second, there was a little wizard in the classroom who couldn't help laughing.

Among the sounds, Hermione's laughter was the most obvious.

Just 1 minute ago, she was still worried about Professor Victor's cruel dismemberment of an acromantula, and with a dark face, she planned to have a good chat with him after class.

But suddenly, when she saw the textbook in Koyatel's hand, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud along with the little Hogwarts wizards around her.

"What are you laughing at?" Coatel looked indifferently, looking directly at Hermione.

"I think of happy things, can't I?" Hermione turned her head without even looking at her, and re-copied the complicated formulas on Victor's blackboard.

In the classroom, the little wizard covered his mouth, and everyone turned their attention to Koyatel and looked at her.

It seemed to her like a mockery.

This made her very uncomfortable.

She always faces others in a condescending manner and is used to imposing her will on others.No one in Ilvermorny dared to look at her like that, but not in Hogwarts.

Even those wizards who knew it was impossible to defeat her didn't have the slightest respect for her. They laughed at themselves unscrupulously.

Hiding in shadowy corners, waiting to steal her ancient magic.

No no no——

Suddenly, Koyatel pressed his forehead.

There was a piercing pain in her brain.

The pain made her whole body tremble.

The mist suddenly appeared on her face, which was clearly visible to the little wizards around her.

That's sweat stains.

She is nervous.

"It turns out it's just the outside that is strong but the inside is strong!" the twin voices came one after another.

They are interested in what kind of life Victor's machine can transform.

They feel that this should have a wider future.

"And haven't read the book properly," said George.

"Of course, as long as you have normal eyesight, why can't you find that there is another name under Nick's name?" Fred said mockingly.

They still brood over what happened the day the Goblet of Fire dropped their names.

Miss Granger who suddenly attacked us, don't you know that she is Gryffindor's treasure?

The Twins said they could trade a Ron for a Miss Granger.

After all, without Ron, the academy war would have no effect on them at all, but without Miss Granger, they would probably lose.

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Seeing the atmosphere in the classroom becoming more and more antagonistic, our old Professor Victor used the stunt that Professor McGonagall called him.

"Okay, if you don't pay enough attention, you will only get a P grade in this course and the final exam!"

A must for professors.

take an exam!

All of a sudden, everyone in the whole class was excited!

Everyone cheered up and sat down, staring at the blackboard.

In today's Hogwarts, it is very shameful to fail the exam. Because the four houses are competing against each other, no one dares to relax. The house with the lowest exam will automatically receive the honorary title of silly Barnabas.

The wizard Barnabas died tragically under the stick of the troll because he wanted to teach the troll to dance ballet. His image has been associated with nouns such as stupidity and idiot hundreds of years ago.

The little wizards were arguing about which house he graduated from Hogwarts, and no one would admit that he graduated from his own house anyway.

So this has also become one of the ways that the colleges that are at the bottom of the school exams are humiliated.

The classroom returned to calm.

After class, most of the little wizards walked out of the classroom with half-smiling smiles.

Owen originally planned to talk to Victor about the content of the game, but unfortunately, as soon as he left the classroom, he was blocked by Professor McGonagall who suddenly appeared.

She informed several warriors that according to the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic and the school, Mr. Ollivander would inspect the warriors' wands this afternoon.

At that time, the Warriors will also accept media interviews.

As for Owen, Dumbledore has invited him.

In fact, Owen has known about this for a long time, because the sales of "The Quibbler" have increased significantly this year, and the sponsorship fees that can be provided have also increased tremendously.

For Gallon, the Ministry of Magic had to hold its nose and allow the "Daily Prophet" and "The Quibbler" to be jointly responsible for interviewing the little wizard.

And the interviewer of "The Quibbler" is naturally Luna.

She had told Owen about it a few days earlier.

After lunch, Hermione and Fleur, who had no classes in the afternoon, went to the Gryffindor common room to stay for a while, and then agreed with Owen and Colin Luna to wait in the room on the second floor early.

Mainly responsible for taking photos and writing articles. After all, this is a good opportunity to promote Hogwarts. If Luna were to write the article, who knows what she would write.

So it naturally fell to the great Head of the Student Council at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore arranged it himself.

This is a good time to promote the school. Although the old principal does not seek fame or profit, he is more active than anyone else in making Hogwarts famous.

Empty classroom on the second floor.

When Owen and Luna entered, there were already people inside.

This is a smaller classroom, and most desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.

Three desks stood next to each other in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desks were some chairs where Fleur and Hermione were already sitting.

The two of them were whispering something, and the long silver hair shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.After seeing Owen coming in, a playful smile appeared on Fleur's face, and her eyes flicked back and forth from Owen to Hermione.

Miss Granger's cheeks burned again as she watched.

Before Cedric and Krum arrived, in front of the desk, Mr. Ludo Bagman was talking to a witch wearing a magenta robe.

"Ah, Owen, you're here." Seeing Owen—mainly Luna, Bagman's face froze for a moment, then forced a smile with great reluctance, and walked over, "Dumbledore has notified me Yes, I heard that you are the main drafter of "The Quibbler" this time."

Mr. Bagman's face darkened, and he whispered in Owen's ear: "If you can, please write more truthful, kind and beautiful things. You know, most people are not interested in conspiracy and the like."

"We will report it truthfully!" Luna grabbed Owen's arm and pulled him to her side, then stared at Mr. Bagman with an ethereal voice and scrutinizing eyes: "My dad said, Barty K. Rauch has a group of goblin killers who specialize in cleaning up those who oppose him. I will definitely tell this in the newspaper to the still deceived public."

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't keep goblin killers in captivity!" cried Mr. Bagman, which is why he hated the Lovegoods. "We don't have that much money! We can't afford a bunch of greedy goblins."

"But Hermione's name appears in the Goblet of Fire. There must be a conspiracy." Luna said calmly. She wore a headdress with two rabbit ears and pointed to a notepad in her hand, which had messy words on it. Graffiti, like a comic strip, records many names.

It seemed that those were the 'suspects' she suspected.

Owen even saw on it, Mr. Ludo Bagman's name.

In an instant, the face of Mr. Bagman in front of them turned darker.

"That's enough! I don't have time to correct your broken head." Angrily, he quickly pointed behind him.

He was furious.

Or maybe the woman behind him was too close.

Mr. Ludo Bagman turned sharply, stepped on her shoe, and poked his finger in her stomach.

"Oh, sorry!" He said indifferently.

The director of the sports department, he hates all journalists.

"This is Rita Skeeter, a special reporter for the Daily Prophet, responsible for interviewing the Tournament."

Owen raised his eyebrows and looked.

The woman--her hair was done up in dainty, stiff, monstrous curls, looked oddly odd with her big-jawed face.

Wearing a pair of bejeweled glasses, his fat fingers clutched an alligator bag.

The nails were two inches long, painted red, and looked very strange, like some kind of animal's claws.

While Owen was observing Rita Skeeter, the other party was also looking at him carefully.

"Maybe you will cooperate to complete the report, maybe you can each do your own thing, whatever! But I want to say, don't use any words that slander the Ministry of Magic. I warn you that the Minister is not very happy recently, so be careful with your words!" After that, he Turn around and walk towards the empty seats in the classroom.

Then he sat down all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bagman, I already understand newspapers and stuff." Owen said happily. He was not Luna, so he wouldn't write those messy things. Moreover, he came with a mission, and his report It mainly promotes the spirit of Hogwarts, "I have read all the newspapers in London, and I know this well."

"Oh yeah?" Rita Skeeter made a sharp, raspy, greasy sarcasm. "I don't know, it turns out that little wizards like reading newspapers so much now."

The moment she saw Luna, Rita Skeeter's face didn't look good.

And Irving - it's just a disaster.

The competition was originally her exclusive interview, but now there is a "Quiet", and of course she won't be happy.

"Of course." Owen raised his head and said confidently, "Newspapers, they only cater to the prejudices of readers.

I know the readers of the newspaper.

The readers of the Daily Mirror are people who think they are running the country; the readers of the Guardian are people who think they should be running the country; the readers of The Times are the people who actually run the country; the Daily Mail The readers of the newspaper are the wives of those who govern the country;

The Financial Times reads the people who own the country; The Morning Star reads the people who want to hand the country over to others;

Readers of The Daily Telegraph think the country is being run by other countries..." Owen chuckled, "As for the readers of The Sun—oh—the readers of The Sun don't care who runs the country, as long as She has big boobs! "

"Favorite greeting for British men - oh! Glad you like to read The Sun too."

"Then do you like it?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

It's Miss Granger.

She couldn't help but giggle when Owen was talking at length about the London newspapers.

She was the only one present who understood what Owen said.

But when he mentioned "The Sun", Miss Granger immediately put away her little smile.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous gaze was cast directly over him.

"Oh! Miss Granger, you know—I'm French, and how can I like the things you English men like?"

Owen looked like he was so wise and stupid, everyone was drunk and I was sober, and his kind voice continued to sound: "It's like the first and second pages of The Sun, the Labor Party election advertisement, and the Conservative Party's comeback.

So I usually turn directly to the third edition. "

"Sanchez!!!" Miss Granger was furious.

third edition?

The third page had nothing but the naked cover girl.

"Hey—there was such a big reaction, have you seen it too?" Owen raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile, "Oh—you are allowed to watch it, but I can't. What kind of logic is this?"

"Shut up!" Hermione's face turned red.

Was she going to tell Owen that she saw it in her father's dentist's shop?

As we all know, during the boring time waiting for the doctor, some entertainment is always needed to pass the time, and newspapers are the cheapest entertainment. Among them, the "Sun" is very popular among the public.

Its sales are several times that of serious newspapers like the Daily Mail.

She just glanced at it accidentally!

Just a few glances!

"Oh! Miss Granger, you are much prettier than those cover girls, so there is no need to be nervous at all!"

Owen looked at Granger who had tied his hair together, leaving only a few broken hairs on his forehead, and said in admiration.

"It's just too conservative."

"Go to hell!" Hermione blushed and glared at him fiercely.

Owen and Hermione were chatting animatedly here.

The wizards over there were very confused, with awkward smiles on their faces.

"Are you French?" At this moment, Rita Skeeter suddenly caught the point.

She opened her mouth, revealing three gold teeth. She quickly reached into her crocodile leather handbag and took out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment.

Then she spread the parchment over the velvet-covered desk.

I stuffed the tip of the green quill into my mouth and sucked it relished for a while.

Then put the pen vertically on the parchment, with the quill tube standing upright on the nib, trembling slightly.

Then he started writing with flying colors, the tip of the pen gliding across the parchment dexterously.

A title was written above: Shocking!French landing operations.

And up to this point, Owen hadn't said a single word.

"Of course—I'm serious old Parisian Zhengbai—three color chess."