duel day at hogwarts

Editorial Department of The Golden Crucible, Ministry of Magic.

The editor-in-chief looked at the papers in his hand and frowned slightly. The quantity of the papers this time was sufficient, but the quality was too weak. None of them could hold the spotlight. Although these papers were all qualified to be published in "The Golden Crucible", as the whole European

The best academic journal on potions, "The Golden Crucible" must be the best. Just being good or qualified is definitely not enough.

"The chief editor, typesetting and printing people have all started urging me."

Glancing at the intern editor next to me who had just arrived this year, the editor-in-chief said dissatisfiedly: "Push me, they know how to do it. If there is no good paper, how will they type and print it?"

"Editor-in-Chief, how do I reply to them?"

Hearing this, the editor-in-chief glanced at the newcomer helplessly. Since his apprentice was able to take charge of his own work last year, he has arranged other tasks for him. He is still under his command to conduct the preliminary review of the paper. The editorial department with some experience

The old employee has already seen that the editor-in-chief is grooming him as a successor, but he himself is not aware of this.

"What the hell are you saying? I haven't prepared the paper yet. Why should I reply? There is still time anyway, so let's put it off for now.

In addition, write to several masters immediately and ask them if they have any high-quality papers. It doesn’t matter if they are more academic or less practical. The main thing is that the quality must be high. If there are any, send them to the rescue immediately. Just say

I asked for it."

"Okay, I understand, then I will..."

Just as the intern editor was about to leave, the door to the editor-in-chief's office was pushed open. Last year's new editor and this year's editor-in-chief rushed in and placed a paper in front of the editor-in-chief.

Of course I know the disciples I brought out.

Seeing what the other party did just now, the editor-in-chief knew that his apprentice had found a good paper!

Without another word of nonsense, the editor immediately picked up the paper and started reading it.

When the intern editor saw their appearance, he very wisely withdrew and gave the office to the two of them.

The editor-in-chief looked at the paper in his hand carefully and gradually became excited.

"Good stuff, good stuff. If this paper is true, it will definitely have a profound impact on the magic world. It will not only reduce the price of the materials for mental recovery potions, but also improve the quality. Who wrote this paper?

"

The editor-in-chief looked at the editor-in-chief and said with a smile: "Look at the name, I think you should have an impression."

"I have an impression? Could it be some master? Are some of these guys starting to take the pragmatic route? Then I really have to thank them."

While joking, the editor opened the cover of the paper and looked at the name on it.

Sean Bursted...this is...

Huh? Wait...

Sean Bursted?!

That grandson of the Bursted family?

The grandson whose parents are both squibs?

Is it Sean Bursted who wrote last year about changing the recipe and brewing process of the Forgetting Potion to shorten the time?

He was actually able to write such a paper!

Yes, yes.

This paper also contains a lot about the new potion brewing methods in the previous paper. It seems that I have underestimated the new methods and they can have a greater effect.

"Editor-in-Chief, what do you think of this paper?"

Looking up at his apprentice, the editor-in-chief finally showed a smile on his face and said: "The academic quality of this paper is not top-notch, but it is definitely top-notch in terms of practicality. It has changed the formula of mental recovery potion.

The cost has been reduced, the effect has been improved, and I am qualified enough to be on the front page of "The Golden Crucible" this time!"

"I really want to meet this Master Sean Bursted, even though he is only twelve or thirteen years old."

"The master is the teacher, in no particular order. There is no need to pay attention to his age. Now prepare the paper and send it for typesetting."

The finalized paper was prepared very quickly. After proofreading, the paper was sent for typesetting.

After pouring himself a cup of black tea, the editor-in-chief sat happily in his seat, tasting the precious black tea from South Africa.

"Editor-in-Chief..."

The intern editor walked into the office with a somewhat unpleasant look on his face.

"Editor-in-Chief, some people on the layout side disagree with this front page headline. They say that there is no need for that paper to exist. The existing mental recovery potions are already very good. There is no need to continue to improve them. There is no point in improving the effect.

.”

The editor-in-chief who was drinking tea paused slightly, and the black tea in his hand stopped at his mouth. After all, the last sip of black tea in the cup did not reach his mouth.

After enduring it, but finally unable to hold it back, the editor threw the cup away. It shattered into pieces, and the remaining sip of black tea inside also flew out.

"These guys are getting out of here. They probably have too many good times and can't tell the priorities. It's really funny that my editorial department is in charge of the layout. Tell them that if they have other ideas, just get out of here."

Pursing his lips, the intern editor whispered: "The director of the typesetting department asked me to tell you. He said that there was nothing he could do. Someone in the Ministry of Magic put pressure on him. He said that he always had to take some actions to save his face.

Please don't be angry, he still listens to you,"

Hearing this, the editor-in-chief frowned and immediately knew something was wrong. At first, he thought that the director of typesetting might have some connection with a current manufacturer of mental recovery potions.

But now it seems that the forces within the Ministry of Magic are intervening. These fuckers really think they can cover the sky with one hand.

Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief took out a piece of parchment, wrote a note, and said to the intern editor: "Take it and give it to Mr. Gavin Bursted as a snow sculpture."

Upon hearing this, the intern editor nodded immediately, took the note and was about to go out.

But before he walked out of the office, he heard the editor-in-chief continue: "In addition, please directly inform the layout and proceed as normal. Leave the rest to me."

"Understood!"

The intern editor quickly walked out.

The editor-in-chief looked at the intern editor leaving, poured himself a cup of black tea again, took a sip, and murmured to himself: "If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. If Sean Bursted doesn't have a backstage, then I will naturally

He has to go up, but he has a backing and is hard enough, so there is no need for me to come forward in person, let his own grandpa do it."

Having said this, the editor-in-chief smiled and continued to enjoy his black tea.

At the same time, Gavin looked at the note sent by the snow sculpture, thought about it, wrote a letter, and sent it to the Wizengamot Academic Committee.

The letter emphatically raised the issue of academic objectivity and independence, and stated that he would have zero tolerance for any behavior that interferes with academics.

In contrast, the members of the Wizengamot Academic Committee were deeply convinced and began to increase inspection and management work in this area.