Study Days at Hogwarts

"How will you be here?"

Albert had just left Hagrid, and on his way back to the castle, he met an acquaintance who shouldn't be at Hogwarts.

"I was invited here."

Rita Skeeter's eyes moved down, her eyes fell on the suitcase shaking slightly in Albert's hand, and she asked curiously, "What's in your suitcase?"

"How many galleons did old Malfoy give you?" Albert suddenly asked.

"He's very generous," Rita Skeeter said with a smile.

"That guy is indeed very rich." Albert sneered. "In order to kill Hagrid's Hippogriff, that guy didn't know how many galleons he had spent."

"Do you think that Hippogriff is innocent?" Rita Skeeter seemed to be interested and wanted to interview Albert about his views on this matter.

"This matter is actually very simple." Albert said calmly, "Someone deliberately grabbed the dog's tail, but was bitten by the dog. Instead, he blamed the dog and wanted to beat the dog to death with his backhand."

"You know it very well." Rita Skeeter naturally knew about this matter, and the actual situation was really similar to this.

However, the truth has nothing to do with her.

She is a reporter.

Only responsible for newspaper sales.

The so-called truth is really not that important in the face of hot sales.

"Who do you think will win this time?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"It was impossible for Hagrid to win from the beginning. As for the reason: because he has no money and power, and cannot bribe the officials of the Ministry of Magic, he naturally cannot win."

"Do you think the Ministry of Magic is corrupt?" Rita Skeeter continued.

"At least, it's never fair." Albert stopped and said to Rita Skeeter, "I can tell you some news, and maybe after a while, you will understand what I mean. "

"What will happen?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously, "Are the rumors that you are a prophet true?"

"If you want to know, just wait."

"Okay, can you tell me what's in the suitcase? The suitcase seems to be moving." Rita Skeeter returned her attention to the slightly shaking suitcase.

"There is a Boggart in it," Albert said without hesitation: "I just got it from Hagrid. What, are you interested in writing a report about Boggart?"

With that said, Albert pretended to open the box and release the Boggart in the box for the other party to see.

"No, not interested. I'm actually more interested in you."

"It's a pity that I'm not interested in you."

"People are interested in you. Oh, don't go, I can tell you a secret."

"Not interested." Albert turned and left.

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to follow quickly. She felt like she was facing a smelly and hard stone, and her whole body was in disgrace.

"I heard that the Wizengamot is going to give you the title of British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot." Rita Skeeter stared at Albert's face, wanting to see how he would react if he knew about this.

"You know, I don't really like my news in the newspapers," Albert warned. "I don't want our conversation to appear in the newspapers."

"Of course I know, I won't let it appear in the paper, I promise."

"Your guarantee is worthless." Albert said calmly, "Of course, I'm not afraid of you doing that because you can't afford the consequences."

For some reason, after Rita Skeeter heard this, she felt cold all over and the smile on her face froze.

"We have a cooperative relationship, and I have always abided by our agreement."

"Well, I did hear other friends talk about it." Albert said, "However, I didn't receive a specific notification, so I think the British youth representative of Wizengamot is just a rumor. ."

"As far as I know, this matter does exist. It is said that it is still going through the process at the Ministry of Magic." After hesitating for a moment, Rita Skeeter lowered her voice and said, "They paid a lot of money."

"Oh." Albert nodded to show that he understood.

"Your reaction is really abnormal."

"Otherwise, what kind of reaction do you want from me? I'm just a British youth representative of the Wizengamot. It doesn't matter if I have one or not."

After saying that, Albert walked towards the hall with his suitcase.

"Are they all the same?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly felt very bored.

That's right, Albert already has two world-class championship titles on his head. Who knows if he will have more titles?

If he continues to participate, it is really possible.

The halo on his head is almost blinding other people's eyes. The title of British Youth Representative of Wizengamot is really dispensable.

According to the latest news obtained by Rita Skeeter, Albert seems to have invented a very important spell and is expected to receive the Order of Merlin.

They couldn't hold it down at all, so they really had to leave room for that guy, unless they really wanted to make themselves a laughing stock.

"Oh, what a wonderful treasure boy, but it's a pity that it can't be excavated. It's such a waste." Rita Skeeter murmured as she looked at Albert's leaving back.

Rita Skeeter really didn't dare to dig, for fear of dying on the spot. The cold feeling just now was not an illusion. The guy was definitely not as gentle as he appeared.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Not long after Albert left, a voice sounded next to Rita Skeeter.

"I interviewed him once. A very difficult person to deal with," Rita Skeeter replied.

"I thought that was your area of ​​expertise." Lucius Malfoy walked towards the foyer of the castle.

"Writing news about him is not worthwhile."

Rita Skeeter noticed a blond boy next to Lucius Malfoy, "This is the person involved, can I interview him?"

"It's not appropriate now. You can wait until the appeal is over before doing the interview." Lucius motioned for Draco to shut up.

"Where is the appeal place, Dumbledore's office?" Rita Skeeter asked casually.

"Yes, it's in the principal's office. I'm here to pick up Draco and go with him to hear the appeal. Well, I think the representatives from the Dangerous Creatures Committee will be here soon." Lucius took out his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time. , "Dumbledore is a good witness. Look, they've arrived."

Two wizards were walking towards this side, one of them was very old, and the other was tall and holding a shiny ax in his hand.

"I thought you wouldn't come over." The middle-aged wizard greeted Lucius.

"I really didn't think about it originally, but..."

Lucius didn't want any accidents to happen, so he came over in person and brought Rita Skeeter.

Before that, he'd spent a fortune in galleons to make sure Rita Skeeter's coverage included only what he wanted to see.

When several people entered the castle, they noticed several unkind eyes staring at them.

They turned around and saw that Harry and his two good friends were looking at these people with disgust.

"That's Harry Potter, the famous savior."

With a faint sneer hanging from the corner of Lucius's lips, he introduced to the people around him, "However, I heard that he is being hunted by Black."

Draco did not forget about being beaten the day before yesterday. He smiled maliciously at the three Harrys and turned to Rita Skeeter and said, "Potter has always wanted to excuse the hippogriff. , they even wanted to let that beast go, if it weren’t for that big..."

"Shut up, Draco." Lucius glared at his son.

After a group of people disappeared, Ron spat on the ground with disdain and said disgustedly, "This is what the Ministry of Magic calls an appeal. They even have an ax ready. It's disgusting."

"Don't forget, Albert won't let us get involved in this matter." Hermione glared at Ron fiercely.

"I regret."

Harry looked at the departing figures of those people and said with a sullen face, "Last time, I shouldn't have stopped you from turning Malfoy into a beast."

"If Buckbeak loses his head because of this, put Malfoy's head in the toilet." Ron suggested, "That kind of beast only deserves to eat shit."

"We should trust Albert. He will definitely prepare everything. Hagrid will not lose the appeal easily." Hermione actually wanted to go to Albert, but she was worried that she would mess up the matter.

In fact, Albert actually taught Hagrid appeal skills and special cards, but those were obviously not to help Hagrid get through the current difficulties, but to disgust the Malfoy family.

At this moment, in the principal's office.

Hagrid was sorting out the hand card that Albert had given him yesterday. He took out a water bottle from his pocket and poured a large sip of tranquilizer into his mouth.

"I'm glad you're ready to appeal." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was drinking water and asked, "Did Mr. Anderson prepare the tranquilizer for you?"

"He said I should drink some sedatives so that I can express my thoughts clearly during the appeal, so as not to be swayed by my emotions." Hagrid took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then lowered his voice and said, "He also prepared some for me. With these cards in hand, we will definitely win the lawsuit today."

"Mr. Anderson is still as reliable as ever." Dumbledore looked at the calm Hagrid and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He also knew that Hagrid's probability of victory was low.

"Actually, Anderson once told me that I had little chance of winning. He asked me to be mentally prepared, so he asked me to drink more sedatives. He always said that panicking would not solve the problem." Hagrid's cheeks were a little stiff, and he seemed to be in no mood. His face was so calm, and his hands were still trembling slightly. The giant's bloodline obviously had a certain resistance to potions.

"Didn't that Mr. Anderson think of a better way for you?" The portrait on the wall of the principal's office asked: "I heard that he is the smartest student in the history of Hogwarts. But, what the hell, how could he Sorted in Gryffindor."

"That is Mr. Anderson's own wish." The Sorting Hat on the shelf said that he would not take the blame.

"Yes. When something happened at the beginning of school, Albert asked me to send Buckbeak away. Now I regret not listening to his advice." Hagrid really regretted why he didn't listen to Albert's advice. .

"Very prophetic," another portrait said. "I heard that Mr. Anderson was also a prophet."

"I heard from an old friend that the Ministry of Magic plans to award him the title of British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot." The portraits in the office stopped pretending to be asleep and all got up to chat, but the topic seemed a bit off.

"No." Hagrid suddenly said, "It seems that the Ministry of Magic deliberately blocked the title and said it was going through the process. It is estimated that by the time the Ministry of Magic completes the process, Albert will be an adult."

"It's just a useless title. Forget it if the Ministry of Magic won't give it to you. With the level of Albert's performance, I doubt he can get all the awards before graduation."

"It's really hard to imagine that such a genius could be a Muggle wizard."

"Don't be stupid Evra, that kid is not a Muggle." Phineas interrupted rudely: "The guy you are talking about has the blood of the Smith family."

"Albert is a pure-blood wizard?" Hagrid couldn't help but widen his eyes. He felt that something was wrong because Albert had said that his parents were both Muggles.

"I think Mr. Anderson should know." Dumbledore intertwined his fingers and said calmly: "However, he probably doesn't want anyone to mention this matter."

Dumbledore's words aroused the curiosity of the portraits. They were all curious about what the Smith family had done to leave a genius wandering outside.

"Due to some unpleasant things, Mr. Anderson's grandfather was kicked out of the Smith family, so their relationship was quite bad." Dumbledore did not intend to elaborate on this matter.

"I know." Phineas said suddenly.

"Speak to Phineas quickly, don't hide it and titillate people." The portraits began to denounce Phineas.

One old man even waved his cane at Phineas and threatened, "Speak quickly or I will beat you."

"Squib."

The principal's office suddenly fell into dead silence. In most wizarding families, squibs are a sensitive topic and a taboo that no one wants to mention.

However, the most ironic thing is that the descendant of the squib is actually a genius.

The silence in the principal's office was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

The portraits on the walls pretend to be asleep.

Hagrid opened the door and saw Lucius coming in with the others. He could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, "What are you doing here?"

"Dear friend, please believe me, if possible, I don't want to come to hear your appeal." There was a sneer on the corner of Lucius's mouth.

"Okay, it's almost time, let's officially start now!" Dumbledore waved his wand and pulled out several armchairs out of thin air.

"Draco, stay with me." Lucius pulled his son away from Hagrid, fearing that the other party would go crazy and hurt his son later.

"Okay, then let's start the appeal of the hippogriff incident." After seeking Dumbledore's permission, the old wizard took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and read the parchment. After reading the content on the page, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hagrid, you don't agree with the first death sentence, and you hope that the sentence can be changed to compensate the victim's medical expenses, right?"

"right."

"So, you agree that the Hippogriff is guilty, right?"