The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts - Chapter 256

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“Do you have anything to do with me?” Anton just looked at each other with a smile, playing with the ballpoint pen lightly in his hand.

“Dumbledore asked me to be in charge of the “Hogwarts Daily”, I need a front page full of topics, so that the newspaper can open up the situation.” Emoke tidied up his sleeves slowly, raised his eyelids and stared at Anton, his eyes full of is eager.

“I think you might have something to offer me.”

An Dong raised his brows, “Really.”

“!

! “Emoke was instantly excited, “What is it? ”

“Coming back to chess.” Anton stared into his eyes with a smile, “Our hut has prepared all the technical reserves, and now we are waiting for the chief game planner to make the final gameplay development.”

“Wizard’s chess is too old to meet the needs of contemporary people, this new version created by our cottage…”

Emock frowned and watched Anton chatting, listening to him blowing wildly, blowing the battle chess to the edge of the sky.

“This is a kind of subversion!” An Dongyue said more and more excitedly, dancing, “but it does not mean rebellion, it is more suitable for the life of wizards in our new era, Quidditch matches, castle exploration, battles against dark wizards, various This unique level is intense and exciting.”

“And our chief game planner created an original point system, allowing all participants to…”

“…”

Finally, Emok became impatient, he stared at Anton closely, “Chief game planner?”

This is the name that Anton frequently mentions.

“Oh~ Dear Editor-in-Chief Aibo, of course it’s Hannah Abbott from our cottage.” Anton stared at Emok, “You can’t just treat her as a child just because she is also a member of the Abbott family, Don’t go to see her achievements. Hannah’s contribution is unique, and it is very rare in the wizarding world to have such a person with such wild imagination and strong logical thinking.”

Emok looked at Anton silently for a long time.

Anton stared at Emok for a long time with a smile.

In the end, Emock smiled slightly, “Of course, I am her elder, she has this achievement, and I am very proud. Maybe our newspaper should pay more attention to the ‘comeback game’, which will help the little wizard keep going. Passion for deep research.”

“Yes.” Anton looked sincere. “Hannah has lost some confidence. She needs some encouragement. Our school’s newspaper is just right.”

Emock stood up, took a deep look at Anton, and glanced at the script on the table, “Then don’t bother.”

Anton laughed, smiling brightly, “How can you say it’s a disturbance, you are the editor-in-chief of our school’s newspaper, each of our students particularly supports the “Hogwarts Daily”, and we all hope that this newspaper can do better.”

He had a kind expression on his face, “By the way, the focus will be on the Inter-School Quidditch match, which is the news everyone is looking forward to. Several schools of magic in Europe will be involved, and the venue is Hogg. Watts, this is definitely the best moment for our paper to open up Europe.”

Emock nodded, noncommittal, and turned away.

“Editor-in-chief Aibo.” Anton stopped him.

“?” Emok turned to look at him.

Anton pointed to the stairs not far behind him, “This is the direction to go upstairs.”

“Really?” Emok looked at Anton and smiled, his gray hair trembled slightly, “Okay, thanks for the reminder.”

Anton smiled and watched the elegant old man walk to the second floor, tilted his head, and there was a slight ray of light in his eyes.

Can’t see through.

Who is this guy?

Why is there an inexplicably familiar atmosphere?

Forget it, it’s none of my business, just don’t provoke me.

Anton simply ignored the man, picked up the ballpoint pen, and continued to write and draw on the notepad.

Exploring the wizarding world, sorting out the manuscript of Dumbledore’s Wisdom, and finding a cure for Nagini, Anna, and Lupin had already filled all of his time, and he had no interest in mixing it up.

Interestingly, these three things complement each other. Anton could vaguely touch a magical field, and he couldn’t tell what it was, but the flowers were blooming, the birds were singing and the fragrance was fragrant, which was particularly charming.

More intoxicating than conspiracy or something.

And don’t forget, this is a magic school. Students need to spend a lot of time and energy on their studies and homework, and the time they can squeeze out is limited.

…

…

The weather is getting colder, and Professor Pomona Sprout’s mandrake has gradually passed its infancy, but it still needs careful care.

She had to put cute little scarves and little socks on the little ones.

The call of this mature mandrake is deadly enough, and if it is not properly insulated, the mandrake will also affect the development of the whole winter in the cold, and even freeze to death.

Professor Sprout didn’t want to let those little wizards do these things, she decided to do it herself.

To put it simply, the herbal medicine class was temporarily suspended, and the little wizards were able to have a relaxing extra-curricular time.

this day,

The members of the hut all came to Professor Sprout’s greenhouse, hoping to help the professor deal with the mandrakes together.

Professor Sprout looked seriously at the little wizards.

“Anthony, Hannah, Neville, George, Fred…”

Not bad, kids with a great talent for herbalism.

But she still looked at several people suspiciously, “This is not an easy thing.”

Anton replied with a smile, “Professor, we hope to learn more. We are very interested in herbal medicine. You can go to our hut by the Black Lake and have a look. We also built our own greenhouse on the third floor.”

“Your own greenhouse?” Professor Sprout showed a smile on his chubby face. “Is that house made of elephant-eating rattan?”

“Yes, Dean, when can you come and have a look.” Hannah looked a little excited, since she obtained the magical talent of ‘Flower Fairy’, a garden elf, from the Hufflepuff inheritance. Progress has been rapid, and she has begun to cultivate a vine that brews its own drink.

Hannah, who has always been a bit goofy, craves the approval of the professors.

“I’ll go.” Professor Sprout fondled Hannah’s head, “I’m looking forward to it.”

She shook her shoulders, “Come in.”

In fact, the members of the hut came over this time, mainly because of Anton’s proposal, which was regarded as a collective activity of the hut.

Everyone agrees with this approach.

Anton has his own considerations.

In his notepad, one thing has been recorded all the time – Hannah accidentally released ‘Flesh Separation’ on a mandrake, and a strange thing full of black lines intertwined was peeled off from it.

This kind of twisted black thread can control her strangely-looking rag doll to walk around on the ground.

This black thread…

Especially like the black line of the soul observed by Anton.

And the effect is very similar.

Professor Sprout’s mandrake is now developing from a seedling to a ‘young’ stage, and Anton expects to observe something as the plant changes.

Since the ‘ray of sunshine’ was lit up in his heart and his mind was clear, Anton regained the enthusiasm and focus on magic, and the initiative and firmness of his own responsibilities in the early days of crossing.

He’s back in that state where a lot of inspiration pops up every day.

Especially wonderful.