This Hogwarts is not normal

Early the next morning, Gwent's advertisements appeared in all newspapers.

Even the niche "The Quibbler" is no exception.

Gryffindor table.

"Sorry." Hermione picked up the magazine in Lavender's hand.

"Hey, I haven't finished reading yet!"

"Then let's watch together."

The two little witches became more and more surprised as they watched.

This advertisement contains no private goods and even elevates Gwent to the greatest invention of the century.

It's still one of a kind.

"Through the exquisite and profound transformation skills, you can fully appreciate the style of those legendary wizards——

The degree of restoration is close to 100%, and it is a set of heirloom treasures that all wizard families deserve to collect——"

Lavender didn't understand it, but Hermione did.

This seems to be a compliment, but it also seems to have an ulterior motive.

"Who knows what they want to do." Vincent put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

"It doesn't matter whether they are flattering or not, as long as the effect is achieved."

Neville glanced at the topic written by Rita, "Only now do I realize that you have so many titles."

The strongest Sorting Hat problem student in the history of Hogwarts;

The freshman with the most extra points in a single week;

Dark wizards’ nightmares;

Founder of Gwent;

Champion of the first Hogwarts Arena;

Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class;

Wizengamot British Youth Representative Nominee…

Vincent picked up the newspaper and read on.

Rita didn't know how much money she received, but she actually publicized his deeds in newspapers.

He is handsome, has a good personality, and is equally good at studies and sports.

This template is definitely someone else's child.

The most important thing is to promote the Muggle family he comes from, as if he is going against the group of wealthy gentlemen.

To please?

Vincent would rather believe that Gugu took the initiative to lose weight than believe that Rita, a perverted little beetle, wanted to please him.

"I believe she dares to accept money to smear her, but what about accepting money to flatter me?"

Neville scratched his head, "I heard my grandma say that if there is any big leak in the Ministry of Magic, they will always make a big news to divert attention."

Vincent, who was doubtful, suddenly nodded seriously.

In a sense, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is quite capable.

Immediately cover up the theft of Gringotts, promptly block the news of Voldemort's reappearance, and this time divert attention.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

The magical world of Da Ying is a geomantic treasure, and I'm afraid there will be some big trouble again.

"Did Quirrell escape from prison?"

Harry's ears perked up instantly.

Neville laughed, "It's impossible, isn't he even missing his legs?"

"That's right." Vincent glanced at the nervous Harry, "If he could come out, Azkaban might as well be turned into a hotel."

"Pfft hahahaha——" James and Alfred both laughed so much that they almost fell off their chairs.

Neville, who was a little dull, asked blankly, "Why is it a hotel?"

"You can come and go as you please."

He thought about it for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

"Pa-ta-" Just as he laughed twice, he fell down under the chair.

Vincent couldn't hold himself any longer and stretched out his hand to Neville with trembling movements.

Harry smirked.

If my guess is correct, the Ministry of Magic should be covering up Quirrell's affairs.

Fortunately, Dumbledore had brought him back, otherwise it would have been more than just flattering.

The real situation is quite different.

It's just that Quirrell didn't escape from prison at all.

The Ministry of Magic located underground in London is very busy today.

Whether it was the Aurors who were out on a mission or the Werewolf Control Department who looked panicked, all employees came to the minister's office on the first floor for a meeting.

The originally small room was temporarily transformed into a conference room nearly the size of a football field using the Traceless Stretching Charm.

A huge round table was filled with people, about four hundred people.

Fudge pressed the magic runes on a small device, and a huge screen began to slowly appear in the air.

"Everyone, this is the image sent by the Magical Congress of the United States of America yesterday."

This is a memory of someone, located in a very large port.

On the calm sea, a tentacle almost half the size of a port suddenly appeared.

Before it fell, figures appearing in several black dots pushed it back into the sea.

Fudge paused the screen, "Their Minister of Magical Security announced that the Kraken has been driven away, and its direction is exactly the Norwegian Sea north of Scotland."

"We have to severely condemn them!" Umbridge said very fiercely, "These damn group, they drive such troublesome magical creatures towards us every time!

Mr. Minister, I suggest that the matter be escalated to the International Federation of Wizards and let them taste our wrath!"

"Calm down, Secretary Umbridge." Fudge turned his attention to the personnel in purple robes.

"I have informed Chief Wizard Dumbledore, and he suggested that Mr. Newt Scamander be responsible for guiding Kraken back to Iceland safely."

A very old witch nodded slightly towards the nearby Wizengamot members.

"Since it is Albus's suggestion, I think we have no reason to object."

Kraken is also known as the "Kraken" in the eyes of Muggles, and its official name is the giant squid.

There is a domesticated one in the Black Lake at Hogwarts,

But this one is obviously not.

If accidentally exposed, even one tentacle can cause a tsunami in Muggle society.

The old gentleman from their empire really couldn't do it as simply and rudely as America did.

"Director Scrimgeour—" Fudge looked at an Auror wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "I hope you can personally lead the team to help Mr. Scamander."

"No problem, Mr. Minister." Scrimgeour solemnly agreed.

Umbridge asked Fudge very cryptically with her eyes.

After getting a very small nod, she made a suggestion that was most beneficial to the Minister of Magic.

"Regardless of whether the matter can be resolved smoothly, I think we must first block the news and then divert the public's attention from this matter."

The old witch just now frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, Dolores.

Do you mean that not only must it be kept secret from the Muggle government, but we must also keep it secret here?"

"Yes, Head of March." Umbridge seemed to have great respect for her.

"The Quirinus Chilo incident has inevitably caused an uproar. We must make all safety preparations in advance."

Preparing for the safety of the magical world is fake, but preparing for the safety of the Minister's ass is real.

"What are you going to do?" Marchban's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Umbridge's momentum dropped again, "I plan to publish the details of this year's recipients of the Order of Merlin in the newspaper to build momentum for the ceremony in two months."

"Those six children?" Although Marchban's expression has softened, he is still a little dissatisfied.

"Isn't it too much to push children on stage and allow them to bear such attention?"

The corners of Umbridge's mouth raised slightly, "Not at all. I plan to recommend a wizard who is more eye-catching."

"who is it?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, this year's recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."

"Oh!" Marchban's eyes suddenly widened, "If it's him, he does have such popularity."

Fudge was completely relieved.

If there is any problem with Kraken, this most popular writer among witches will be able to stabilize it.

Even if they can't, there are still six rising stars in the magic world.

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