Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"It still feels like it's too exaggerated..." Weizet guessed, "Principal Dumbledore, is the Ministry of Magic here to repair relations with you?"

"Maybe? If the rubber band is stretched too long, it will always come back." Dumbledore blinked noncommittally, "It can't be said to be a bad thing, not to mention that we don't need to decorate the venue."

"After Fudge came on stage, the Ministry of Magic hired a lot of special effects wizards. These people are very good at setting up award ceremonies. If Fred and George meet them, they should be able to chat together."

Wizette frowned slightly, "The Ministry of Magic and the addition of special effects wizards feel like they are not doing their job properly. Doesn't anyone have a problem with this?"

"At least these two years haven't been unprofessional..." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "The final venue of next year's Quidditch World Cup will be in England."

"The venue will need to be built and arranged. As a quadrennial event, if you want to achieve the desired effect, you must have the participation of special effects wizards. It is worth looking forward to..."

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Sure enough, Fred and George appeared at the door of the auditorium, selling their fireworks eloquently.

Fred waved his arms, "Sir, we can come out and see the effect... We won't lose to the Jumping Magic Joke Shop, and we will definitely not disappoint you!"

"The key is cheapness! Good quality and low price!" George patted his chest, "Let me reveal another trade secret to you! The person Minister Fudge is going to award today is our technical advisor!"

The middle-aged man asked doubtfully: "That Vizette? Doesn't he study transformation magic... Why can he still make fireworks?"

Fred waved his hand, "He is a Ravenclaw. It is normal for him to conduct various aspects of magic research!"

George nodded, "Actually, we are the same, we don't just make magic fireworks, we also develop other novelties!"

Fred took advantage of the situation and said: "That's right! That's right! We also have magic props. Do you want to show them to you?"

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Wizette followed Dumbledore into the auditorium. The auditorium had been completely renovated. There were about a dozen wizards working hard to make the auditorium more magnificent.

The aisle from the entrance of the auditorium to the teacher's desk is covered with a bright red carpet;

There are many fairies flying in mid-air. When these magical animals vibrate their wings, light spots like snowflakes will fall on the carpet.

One wizard holds up a small crystal dome, and another casts a levitation spell to raise it into the air;

After it is properly placed, the next wizard raises his wand and uses the expansion spell to enlarge the crystal cover. Finally, the next wizard casts the magic lighting spell to make the final adjustment of the light;

After a series of cooperative spells, the crystal cover reflected soft light, making the auditorium brighter than usual and giving it a dreamy feel.

The principle is not complicated, but these special effects wizards all show high control and tacit understanding when casting spells, which is worthy of Wizette's observation and study.

Peeves floated down the window, his tone full of sarcasm, "Ouch...what a big battle! Look who's coming...I seem to recognize you!"

He lunged at a wizard, and when he was about to hit him head-on, he turned ninety degrees and flew to the side by a hair's breadth, startling the wizard.

"When you came here last time, didn't you act like you were showing off your power? Come on and recover...otherwise it's just too strange! I'm even a little scared!"

He floated around in the air, chasing fairies flying around, and put his hands into his pockets, groping for something unknown.

The special effects wizards responsible for the arrangement had to allocate manpower to try to get Peeves to leave the auditorium.

"Okay! Come chase me! I'll treat you to some Beans!" Peeves took out a handful of chalk tips from his pocket and threw them at his pursuers while laughing.

…

"That's right! That's right! This is a good question! Animagus is a dangerous form of transformation magic, but I think we should break through if there are difficulties..."

"Yes, yes! That's it! The Ministry of Magic has put a lot of effort into this...what? Of course not! Our relationship with Hogwarts has always been very good!"

The sound came from far away, and Weizet saw a flash of light at the door of the auditorium;

Cornelius Fudge entered the auditorium triumphantly, surrounded by flashing lights.

Weizet moved closer to Dumbledore and said, "Principal Dumbledore, if they ask me questions later, I just need to answer them truthfully, right?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "When a carriage goes downhill, there must be someone... and there will always be someone who raises the whip to make the horse speed up again."

Behind Cornelius Fudge, in addition to reporters, there were also several wizards with slightly frowning brows.

"I have always respected Principal Dumbledore!" Cornelius Fudge came over and shook hands. "There is a lot involved in the situation of the Daily Prophet..."

He shook hands with Dumbledore, "During the time I took office, Dumbledore gave me a lot of help... He told me to enforce the law impartially..."

"Because I care about the students, I wrote a letter overnight to ask the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to end their vacation and let them come to investigate Hogwarts without any hindrance..."

He looked at Weizet who was standing aside, "Everyone! This is the rising star of Hogwarts, Weizet Lovegood, who published a paper on Animagus..."

Facing the extended hand, Vizette took a step back.

Before Cornelius Fudge's expression changed, a piece of chalk suddenly appeared and went straight into his nose.

"Yeah? My aim is so good?" Peeves looked at his hand in surprise, "I can even hit this?"

While Cornelius Fudge was picking up the chalk, Dumbledore helped introduce the wizards around Cornelius Fudge.

"Mrs. Gsilda Marchbank, Director of the Wizard Examination Administration, judge of "Transfiguration Today"..."

"Ms. Sophie Cleona, editor of "Transfiguration Today"..."

"Chris Gamp, a scholar who studies Gamp's basic laws of transformation..."

"Emeric Switch, author of "Transfiguration Beginner's Guide"..."

These wizards around Cornelius Fudge are not only famous scholars in the field of transformation magic, but also one of the judges of "Transfiguration Today", responsible for assessing whether the paper can be published.

Vizet kept smiling and greeted politely.

The few of them didn't chat for too long. Cornelius Fudge rubbed his nose and grinned, saying, "Dolores, come here... and talk to Mr. Lovegood about the next process..."

Deskite

"No problem, Minister Fudge!" A middle-aged witch emerged from the reporters. She pinched her shrill voice and spoke like a little girl, "Mr. Lovegood, come with me!"

Looking at the smile on the middle-aged witch's loose face, Vizet frowned unconsciously.

The middle-aged witch was wearing a pink robe, and a black bow was clipped on her curly hair similar to Lockhart's. With that weird smile, she looked like a toad hunting butterflies.

She handed over a parchment scroll and said in a sharp voice like a little girl, "Let me introduce myself. I am Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic."

"You just need to read the content above... This shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right? Including the questions from the reporters later, they are all written on it. You can familiarize yourself with it first."

Dolores Umbridge was obviously more concerned about the reporters. After saying a few simple words, she immediately greeted the reporters with a smile on her face.

Cornelly Fudge was not idle either. He showed a sincere smile on his face and kept waving his hands, with a humble and kind attitude.

The reporters were the same. Some reporters surrounded Dolores Umbridge and asked about the next work of the Ministry of Magic;

More reporters surrounded Cornelius Fudge and Dumbledore and recorded the content of their conversations.

"Ah... They seem to have forgotten who the protagonist is." A middle-aged woman came over.

The woman had big curly blonde hair and wore a pair of extremely exaggerated glasses with jewels all over the frame, which looked extremely heavy.

She carried an alligator leather handbag and had long nails painted with ruby ​​red nail polish, like a female ghost with bared fangs and claws.

The woman stretched out her hand, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for the Daily Prophet."

Rita Skeeter...

When Vizette heard the name, he subconsciously thought of the previous reports.

But he didn't show it, and shook hands lightly, "Ms. Skeeter, hello."

"Ah... Hello, Mr. Lovegood." Rita Skeeter's tone revealed a hint of surprise, "Let's find another place to talk... There's a room there."

...

There was a small room next to the teacher's desk, with many portraits hanging in it, but it seemed that they all went out to visit friends and didn't stay in the portraits.

Rita Skeeter opened her crocodile leather handbag, and out flew a white feather pen and several parchment scrolls;

It was obviously a shorthand feather pen, which stayed in the air, posing a writing posture.

She raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Lovegood, very interesting... It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore is right, you are different from other people of the same age."

"I thought just now... you didn't shake hands or showed a disgusted expression like before, it seems that I am not as hateful as Minister Fudge."

[Blonde girl Rita Skeeter, now 42 years old, her temperament is still fascinating, even the new stars of Hogwarts who had conflicts with her in the past could not resist her charm. 】

This is what the shorthand feather pen wrote.

Vizet felt a little nauseous, even when he cut the dragon liver for the first time, he didn't have this feeling.

As if she had noticed something, Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses, "I'm used to using this. I've trained well and it's in tune with my mind. This way, we can focus more on the topic itself."

"I see." Vizet nodded, put his hand in his pocket and held the wand, "What are you going to interview me about?"

"You don't have to stare at it." Rita Skeeter noticed Vizet's gaze, "About the whole process of writing the paper... Who provided help..."

"Oh?" Vizet was a little surprised, "I've read your article, will you really report it truthfully?"

"I'll just polish it." Rita Skeeter emphasized, "If the article is too boring, no one will want to read it..."

"What's more, the situation this time is different. I made a deal with Headmaster Dumbledore, which is the main reason why I came to interview you."

"What deal..." Vizet frowned slightly, "About... Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Are you a Ravenclaw?" Rita Skeeter smiled, "It seems you are an outstanding Ravenclaw, just like me..."

Weizet smiled slightly, "Gilderoy Lockhart is also a Ravenclaw."

"Indeed...so we have to eliminate some scum." Rita Skeeter smiled unfailingly, "Dumbledore gave me a lot of information..."

"It allowed me to expose Gilderoy Lockhart's deceptive behavior... It will add a lot of color to my resume..."