A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor - Chapter 704

As expected the next day, the TV interview led to a lively discussion.

A series of fresh reports jumped out of the machine like fresh toast, eagerly waiting to be buttered and jammed into people’s stomachs. Fred and George’s personal radio came in handy again, picking out some interesting news to broadcast to “people who still have childlike hearts” each morning after clipping time.

Fred is reading Utopian Society: Progress or Backward? “After the news, I asked the audience for help: “Does anyone know if Utopia is a curse word? I haven’t figured it out after reading the whole article. This guy who calls himself an anthropologist thinks that wizards are a group of people who practice something that fits them.” A freak of a large-scale social experiment of ideas, which gives me the illusion of working in vain. Listen to this passage: When material wealth is extremely abundant and individual survival ability reaches its peak, the social structure of mankind will inevitably change from strictness to looseness. The concept of the nation will be weakened, and individuals will come together because of a common idea…”

Naturally no one responded to him. After George finished reading an exclusive advertisement for Weasley’s Witchcraft and Wizardry, Lee Jordan introduced the audience to the world outside the UK as he learned from relatives abroad.

“The situation is not optimistic,” he said on the latest radio show: “My cousin, who I don’t know how many generations apart, scoffed at my hairstyle. They all like to see people with their nostrils instead of their eyes. It’s a bad association, people like them would never seek refuge with poor relatives and choose to rely on others unless they had to, and I happen to have sufficient sources of information to prove that the people who have fled recently–a polite way of saying it is Sojourn – it’s becoming more and more.”

“I also remind young listeners here that if your family happens to be haunted by strangers, but your parents insist that you are related to them, be sure to persuade them to register with the Ministry of Magic and abide by local laws; There’s going to be a hefty fine and occasional Azkaban experience packages – it’s not a good time to show character and courage given the fact that there are already quite a few Death Eaters there.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s voices also occasionally appeared on the radio, and Ron found joy in it, and was so excited to get his voice out there that he even forgot the real purpose of returning to the Burrow.

“Wedding, Ronald Weasley, your elder brother’s wedding!” Mrs. Weasley stared at him, “I didn’t call you back to let you idle away.”

“Mom, I’m doing something important – they have that right,” Ron protested loudly.

“Yeah, but you also have the right to do housework,” said Mrs. Weasley slightly sarcastically. “Now go clean up the goblins in the garden, they’re getting more daring, and one day they’ll climb up to the dinner table and ask me Change the channel for Magic Radio.”

“That proves a lot,” said Ron in a low voice. “It’s boring to listen to one song all the time.”

So Harry and Ron went to the garden and bent over the grass to search for goblins. These creatures looked like mutated potatoes, and they had the same intelligence as when they were still planted in the soil, so it was purely physical work. Min was invited to pick colors for gifts, ribbons, and flowers with Ginny. Of course, the flowers haven’t returned yet, and Mrs. Weasley has left the task to Fred and George.

“You went back to the Dursleys last night?” Ron asked in surprise in the garden. “Tell me!”

“Go get something.” Harry said in a complicated mood. It was difficult for him to describe the scene when he met the Dursleys. It was the first time he went back after the wizarding world was exposed. The Seeleys were clearly unhappy about this.

The dissatisfaction grew over time and exploded the first time he appeared, with Uncle Fenon yelling like a bloated spring, questioning the purpose of the Ministry of Magic’s spells in his house, and saying that he He hadn’t slept well in a month, and when Harry asked why he didn’t ask when the Ministry of Magic staff were still around, Uncle Fenon’s expression looked like he wanted to punch someone.

“This is to protect you. With this protection, the surrounding neighbors will still remember that you have a boarding school—” Harry paused and said blankly, “Nephew, but they will subconsciously ignore it. My face, and my name. That’s why. Basically all Muggle-born students get this