The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

After winter comes spring, and the British Isles are getting warmer, but the traditional newspaper industry in the magical world is facing a deeper winter.

The Magic Internet that originated from Hogwarts is so easy to use. The official price of an ordinary Magic Network Scroll is five galleons, but it has been sold to forty galleons by scalpers in Knockturn Alley. This is all due to The school's production capacity is limited.

Dumbledore wanted to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic and let them purchase a batch of scrolls at a discounted price that would make them lose money. But Fudge, an incompetent and suspicious bureaucrat, began to doubt his intentions again.

"The media is control. What is he trying to do? I suspect he is trying to seize power through this method." Fudge muttered in the office. Sitting across his desk were the editors-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, two middle-aged men. The obese people all took out their handkerchiefs and wiped Haruhi's hot sweat.

"Obviously, Minister Fudge, Dumbledore's actions undoubtedly have ulterior motives. Our subscription volume for the Daily Prophet is declining. It has dropped by 13% compared to the same period last year. According to our statistics of 500 questionnaires, 70% of readers who choose to use "Magic Scroll" believe that newspapers are no longer their first choice for news."

The newspaper editor stared at Fudge nervously, "You also know that we at the Daily Prophet have always firmly supported your policies. Our reports have always been a channel for the Ministry of Magic to speak out. If Dumbledore controls the public opinion in the wizarding world, then From now on, our country’s wizards will no longer be able to hear the voice of the Ministry of Magic.”

Fudge nodded, and at this moment, Percy Weasley was sent by the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He knocked on the door of the minister's office, got permission and walked into the room. He happily said to Fudge: "Minister, many countries Send a message, hoping to purchase "Magic Internet Scroll" through our channels."

"How dare they?" Fudge shouted.

"Why don't you dare?" Percy asked cautiously. Facing the highest authority, he was more timid than a rabbit. "The heads of the Ministry of Magic in many countries have already used "Scroll", and they decided to do so because they were very satisfied. Purchased in bulk.”

"Tell me everything you know!" Fudge shouted.

Percy was confused and quickly poured out all the information he knew as if he were pouring beans.

"...They have all established their own official media, which can directly release news to their own wizards..."

Fudge clapped his hands suddenly, "I want to talk to Dumbledore face to face!"

The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet hurriedly asked: "Minister Fudge, is this inappropriate?"

"If there's anything else, let's talk about it when I get back."

Fudge happily teleported away through the fireplace.

Percy shrugged at the editor-in-chief and expressed that he was helpless. The other person slumped in his chair and murmured: "It's over, we're done..."

A giant in the traditional media industry can only lament in the face of its decline, but it cannot prevent the changes of the times.

"Maybe you should try to embrace these changes." Percy suggested kindly, "You can buy a "Scroll" and use it for a while. It's very useful."

The editor-in-chief looked embarrassed and took out a black scroll from the pocket of his robe. It was made of solid materials and had gilt patterns on the surface. It looked mysterious and solemn. It was the Pro Max flagship model with an official price of 60 galleons. It was sold on the black market. Sky-high prices.

Percy didn't see it, and sincerely suggested: "The Daily Prophet should also be brought up to date. Some pains are inevitable, but it's better than dying in history, isn't it?"

"what should I do?"

"Go find Dumbledore."

The old headmaster was very busy, and he had an endless stream of visitors. At this time, Hogwarts had become a special place similar to the shortcut to the south, and Dumbledore was the sage hermit that officials rushed to meet. This man who is over a hundred years old has an unprecedented influence in the magic world.

Grindelwald lamented that he did not seem to be as majestic as Dumbledore at the time. He would have known that unifying the magical world would be such a simple matter, and a lot of blood would not have to be shed.

Dumbledore didn't want to control anything, he just wanted to bring something new to this ancient society.

The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet made a request to create a media account on the Internet, but Dumbledore's requirements were very strict.

"News reports need to pursue truth."

The editor laughed, "How can there be true and objective reports? All articles are written by people, and as long as they are people, they will be biased."

"So it needs to be reviewed. We have Ms. Helena. She will evaluate the credibility of a report. If it deliberately distorts the facts and spreads rumors, then it will not be approved."

The editor's face changed. This condition undoubtedly strangled the lifeblood of all media. He had a quarrel with Dumbledore, and finally left angrily.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and said, "It's a little troublesome. Do you want me to solve it?"

Dumbledore waved his hand, "No need, time will tell who is the winner."

The next few months were very lively, and the Daily Prophet went all out, trying to let the public see the truth about the Ley Scroll and Dumbledore's sinister intentions.

Jennifer is undoubtedly the spearhead of this verbal criticism. The hyena she raised used a pen as broad as a raft to criticize Hogwarts.

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In the auditorium, the "Daily Prophet" was thrown to the ground by the students.

"They are talking nonsense again. They are either scolding Dumbledore or spreading rumors. Blah blah blah -"

"I will never read this lousy newspaper again."

Fleur stepped on a newspaper and sat down next to Linde with a plate in her hand, "Hey, are you free today?"

"Me? I'm always free, but you're very busy." Linde laughed at the hard life of school students. The full class schedule was simply disappointing. He was happy that he didn't have to go to school anymore.

Fu Rong pretended to be pitiful, clasped her hands and begged: "Then can you help me?"

Before Linde could say anything, she threatened fiercely: "Don't forget who rescued you from the lake. Don't be ungrateful!"

"You want me to give you a make-up lesson." Linde said lightly, while smearing the butter on the bread with the knife.

"Yes, they all said that when you were still studying at Hogwarts, you held the position of professor, so it will definitely not be a problem for you to teach me now."

Linde asked vaguely: "Do you regret your choice to take the final exam now?"

She said nothing, grabbed a lock of long hair, and gently poked Lind's cheek with the end.

"Don't make trouble. I can promise you, but you must agree in advance that you must act like a student in class. I am your professor and will be strict with you. You can tell me in advance what subjects you want to study."

"Which course are you better at?"

"I understand a little bit." Linde smiled reservedly.

"Except for divination and arithmetic, right? Yes, I've asked for your transcript." Fleur said happily, "Then you can make up for the rest of your classes for me, okay?"

Linde put on a serious face and said firmly: "I can also teach divination and arithmetic divination!"

"Really? Then you can predict who will win the Triwizard Tournament this time?"

"Harry." Linde said without thinking. He had already seen the future and there was no need to divine it again.

"Why can't it be me?"

Fleur wrinkled her nose and pouted, looking like an angry ragdoll cat.

"You? Compared with him, you are far behind." Linde shook his head and smiled.

"No, I bet you that I will be the winner in the end!"

"I won't bet, because I won't lose." Old God Lin De was here, and the more determined he became, the more Furong was trembling with anger.

"Wait and see!" She stood up from the table, was silent for a while, then sat down again and ate a big gulp of oatmeal until her mouth bulged.