I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn didn't know that Percy led the disciplinary committee to arrest Malfoy.

That afternoon he was sitting in his office receiving reporters from the Daily Prophet who came to Hogwarts specially.

The reporter's name was Rita Skeeter. She wore a colorful robe and a pair of ugly glasses on her face. At first glance, she didn't look like a good person.

Lynn was a little familiar with the reporter's name, and the only reporter who appeared in the original book and left his name was the unscrupulous female reporter who could turn into a beetle.

However, when facing Lynn, her face was full of hypocritical and ingratiating smiles, as if the person sitting opposite her was not some Hogwarts student, but the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet.

Lin En glanced suspiciously at this reporter who felt a little abnormal, always feeling that she had something ulterior motives for him, so he couldn't help but be vigilant.

He hasn't read the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. If he has read it, he will know why this woman is staring at him like this.

Skeeter discovers a new promotion code.

"Mr. Belloc, if you have nothing else to do now, can our interview begin?" Skeeter asked in a cautious tone she had never used for interviewees.

Lynn beckoned, and an exquisite teapot flew over and filled the cups in front of him and Skeeter with tea.

"Excuse me ma'am, but we'd better hurry up and try to end this interview within half an hour. I have a meeting to attend later."

【As soon as we met Chairman Belloc, he kindly poured me some tea and said that he attached great importance to this interview. He specially spared half an hour from his busy working hours to entertain me. Professor Gewartz, the recipient of the Order of Merlin is so humble and polite, without the slightest arrogance of wunderkind. 】

Lynn looked at the green shorthand quill as if he had seen a ghost, and almost finished writing the sentence on the parchment within five seconds of the end of his words.

Skeeter also noticed the change in Lynn's expression, and she said with a friendly smile.

"Don't worry about it Mr. Belloc, since your time is limited, let's talk about ours."

Lynn twitched the corner of his mouth, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory?

Isn't the woman in the original book an unscrupulous reporter?

Although her current behavior is quite unscrupulous, but this is too embarrassing!

"I heard that the reason why you served as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts last semester was because Gilderoy Lockhart, an adventurer and best-selling novelist who had been recruited, was actually found to be a proficient in the Forgetting Curse. Liar? That's why Headmaster Dumbledore had to ask you to replace Lockhart and pretend to be him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yes, I didn't intend to be a professor at first, but at that time Professor Dumbledore couldn't find anyone else." Lin En said after drinking his black tea, and glanced at the shorthand feather out of the corner of his eye. Pen.

[The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who has been recruited is suddenly proven to be a liar!

There was no one available at Hogwarts, and when Dumbledore was tossing and turning about it, Lynn Bellock, a little wizard who was only in the third grade at the time, stood up!

He couldn't bear to see that the students in the castle couldn't learn valuable knowledge, and he couldn't bear to see that his classmates had no textbooks but no professors to teach, so he resolutely proposed himself to the helpless Dumbledore. He applied to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and passed the professor's assessment perfectly.

We all know that the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts does not seem very safe. Under such circumstances, Lynn Bellock resolutely chose to take this extremely high risk.]

Just as Lynn was dumbfounded looking at the contents of the parchment, the "unscrupulous" reporter asked another question.

"Then how much did Dumbledore pay you last year?"

Lynn was still shocked at how shameless a person could tell nonsense with his eyes open like this, and subconsciously replied.

"I thought Hogwarts offered too little work, so I didn't take it."

[Hogwarts principal Dumbledore proposed to provide Professor Belloc with a generous salary, but was rejected by this good professor who is dedicated to the public. He said that he wanted everything to serve the students, so why should he ask for money? This is insulting him! 】

Lynn: .

Is this really talking about me?

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the offices, pulling Lin En back from the stunned state to the normal world.

"Please come in."

Hermione opened the door and walked in. She saw Skeeter who was sitting across from Lynn and knew that Lynn was doing business now, so she walked up to him lightly and whispered to him about Malfoy's arrest. matter.

Lynn nodded. There was no surprise about it. He had already communicated with Snape a long time ago. After making some deals to sell Harry, he promised not to interfere with any of the student union's affairs Work.

"Then I'll go to the discipline committee's office and wait for a meeting?"

Lynn nodded: "If you're hungry, go to the pantry to get some snacks. Today's cookies are very good."

While Lynn was talking with Hermione, the sound of the "rustle" pen nib sliding the parchment on the desk sounded again.

[Even though he has resigned from his position as a professor and is no longer a professor, Chairman Belloc still takes care of every student in this way. When the subordinate members of the student union came to the office to report on the work, Chairman Belloc still never forgot to care about the daily diet of his subordinates, and kindly told her that she could go get some snacks to pad her stomach. The little witch at Hogwarts looked forward to him, and the emotion in his eyes made us as adults smile knowingly, youth, it should be like this. 】

A blush suddenly appeared on Hermione's cheeks, and the blushing spread to the tips of her ears, and then she ran out of the office with her face covered in bewilderment.

Lynn looked at Skeeter speechlessly.

"I said, there must be a limit to nonsense, you are going too far."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Lynn's tone, Skeeter hastily held the shorthand quill in his hand that was still going on.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's an old problem, I will delete this sentence, and I promise I won't continue to talk nonsense later."

Lynn shook his head helplessly.

"Then hurry up and continue, the others are still waiting for me."

Skeeter asked a few more simple questions with interest, and the quill was much more honest. Although it was a bit exaggerated, it was not as nasty as the previous writing.