This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early the next morning, all newspapers published the Gwent card.

Even the niche "The Quibbler" was no exception.

Gryffindor long table.

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

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

"Then let's read it together."

The two little witches were more and more surprised.

This Gwent card has no hidden agenda, and even elevated Gwent to the greatest invention of the end of the century.

It's the best one.

"Through the exquisite and profound Transfiguration, you can fully appreciate the style of those legendary wizards--

The restoration degree is close to 100%, and all wizard families are worth collecting a set of heirlooms--"

Lavender didn't understand, but Hermione did.

This seems to be flattery, but it also seems to have other intentions.

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

"It doesn't matter if they flatter me or not, as long as the effect is achieved."

Neville glanced at the topic written by Rita, "I just realized that you have so many titles now."

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

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

The nightmare of dark wizards;

The founder of Gwent;

The champion of the first Hogwarts Arena Competition;

The winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class Medal;

The nominee of the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot...

Vincent picked up the newspaper and continued reading.

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

He is handsome and has a good personality, and he is also good at studying and sports.

This template is definitely someone else's child.

The most important thing is to publicize the Muggle family he came from, as if he was singing against those rich gentlemen.

To please?

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

"I believe she dares to take money to smear, but what about taking money to praise me?"

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

Vincent, who was skeptical, suddenly nodded seriously.

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

He covered up the theft of Gringotts as soon as possible, blocked the news of Voldemort's reappearance in time, and diverted attention this time.

This Feng Shui treasure land of the magic world, I'm afraid there will be another big mess.

"Did Quirrell escape from prison?"

Harry pricked up his ears instantly.

Neville laughed awkwardly, "It's impossible, doesn't he even have legs?"

"That's right." Vincent inadvertently glanced at Harry, who looked nervous, "If he can get out, Azkaban might as well be transformed into a hotel."

"Hahahahaha——" James and Alfred were laughing so hard that they almost fell off their chairs.

Neville, who was a bit slow, asked blankly, "Why a hotel?"

"You can come and go as you please."

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly laughed backwards.

"Pah--" He just laughed twice, and he fell under the chair.

Vincent couldn't hold it anymore, and stretched out his hand to Neville with a trembling hand.

Harry smiled falsely.

If I guessed correctly, the Ministry of Magic should cover up Quirrell's matter.

Fortunately, the person has been taken back by Dumbledore, otherwise it must be more than just flattery.

The real situation is almost the same.

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

The Ministry of Magic, located in the underground of London, is very lively today.

Whether it is the Aurors who are out on missions, or the panic-stricken Werewolf Control Department, all the staff came to the Minister's office on the first floor for a meeting.

The originally small room was temporarily transformed into a meeting room close to the size of a football field by using the traceless extension spell.

A huge round table was full of people outside, about 400 people.

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

"Everyone, this is the image sent by the American Magical Congress yesterday."

This is a memory of someone, and the location is a very large port.

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

Before it fell, the figures that appeared in several black dots repelled it back to the sea.

Fudge paused the screen, "The Minister of their Ministry of Magical Security announced that this Kraken had been driven away, and the direction was exactly the Norwegian Sea north of Scotland."

"We must severely condemn them!" Umbridge's words were quite fierce, "This damn group, every time they drive this kind of tricky magical creature to us!

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

"Calm down, Secretary Umbridge." Fudge cast his eyes on the people in purple robes.

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

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

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

The Kraken is the "Kraken" in the eyes of Muggles, and its official name is the Giant Squid.

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

but this one is obviously not.

If it is accidentally exposed, even a tentacle will cause a tsunami in the Muggle society.

The old gentlemen of their Great Ying Empire really can'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 lead the team to help Mr. Scamander in person."

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

Umbridge asked Fudge very obscurely with her eyes.

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

"Whether the matter can be resolved smoothly or not, I think we should first block the news and then divert the public's attention from this matter."

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

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

"Yes, Director Marchbank." Umbridge seemed to respect her very much.

"The Quirinus Quirrell incident has inevitably caused a stir. We have to make all the safety preparations in advance."

Making safety preparations for the wizarding world is fake, but making safety preparations for the minister's bottom is real.

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

Umbridge's momentum dropped again, "I plan to publish the detailed information of this year's Merlin Medal winners in the newspaper to build momentum for the ceremony two months later."

"The six children?" Although Marchbank's expression eased, he was still a little dissatisfied.

"Is it too much to push the children to the stage and let them bear such attention?"

Umbridge's mouth corners slightly raised, "Not at all, I plan to promote a wizard who attracts more attention."

"Who is it?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, this year's Merlin Medal winner."

"Oh!" Marchbank suddenly widened his eyes, "If it's him, he does have this popularity."

Fudge was completely relieved.

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

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

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