When Gawain opened his eyes again, he had already appeared at the Blotted bookstore.

Because Colin helped buy the textbook in the first place, this was the first time he saw the inside of the bookstore.

There are many wooden bookshelves stacked with all kinds of books, some piled up to the ceiling, and people worry about whether they will suddenly fall.

In the center of the store, a circular open space has been cleared with tables and many chairs.

"Miranda Goshak

Revised Standard Spells Released"

Long red banners hung there.

"Professor McGonagall, I didn't expect you to come!"

Noticing Gawain, a wizard with a very worrisome hairline greeted them. He wears a bright blue robe and holds a board in his right hand.

It appears to be a record of guests.

"I'm with them, Rudolph. ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, looking at Gawain.

Gawain hurriedly took out the invitation that had been prepared and handed it to the man.

"Gauvin White. Of course, welcome, three of you, come with me, Ms. Goshawk has arrived, and I asked you if you were there.

She can't wait to meet you.

By the way, I'm Rudolph, the store manager. ”

The man ticked a hook on the board in his hand and led Gawain and them towards the reception area.

"Gawain, did you see it?!Merlin's footcloth! That must be Bathilda Basshat, author of The History of Magic! And I'm sure the one who passed by was Emory Swich!"

Hermione lowered her voice and said excitedly.

Gawain felt like a lady who had worn a whalebone dress to a ball in the past, and her face flushed with excitement. She seemed to be suffocating at any moment and fell headlong to the ground.

Rudolph led them to the center of the field, where an old witch was sitting at the top.

There was a thick stack of books in front of her.

"Ma'am, I brought Gawain White. ”

Squeezing through the three people with the camera, Rudolph waved his arms to get Miranda's attention.

"Of course, of course, I borrowed it, gentlemen, and look, my old bones are almost eighty years old!"

Miranda stood up suddenly, and the group of reporters surrounding her hurriedly made a way.

Professor McGonagall nudged Gawain and Hermione, smiled and turned to talk to a gray-haired wizard she had seen before.

He's Emory Swich.

Author of "The Theory of Metamorphosis".

One of the few masters of transfiguration in the world.

"Yes, a good boy! You've got the good owl, and he spent the whole afternoon knocking on the window of my mother's old house, until the neighbors asked Apparition to bring him to me!"

Miranda patted Gawain the shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Miranda.

This is Hermione Granger, who is also a fan of your books, in my same grade as me, and has the best grades. ”

Gawain dragged Hermione, who had been hiding behind her, out, and she shuddered.

"Hello, Ms. Miranda. ”

Hermione said excitedly, her eyes glowing!

"Good girl, I wish I had been as smart as you when I was young! Okay, let's take a seat! After that, we have time to talk. ”

Miranda pulled them to the front row.

"I have a surprise for later. ”

She blinked slyly before walking back to her seat. Soon, Gawain knew what surprise she meant, in a bewildering way.

"To be honest, I didn't intend to release a new revised version of Standard Spells so soon. Over the years, many people have been providing me with valuable advice and supplements, but after all, I am old and not as energetic as I used to be. ”

After inflicting "Sonorus" on herself, Miranda laughs.

Many wizards of her age also smiled, and many of them also suffered from an incurable disease called "procrastination".

"I thought it would be a long time before I wanted to see these lovely old friends one last time, but I recently got some valuable information that this Gawain White, a first-year student at Hogwarts, has improved the seven uses of the Deceleration Charm and is selflessly willing to publish them!

Come on, kid, let them see you. ”

Miranda said loudly, even standing up, wanting to walk towards Gawain. Gawain hurriedly greeted him.

After that, his name seemed to blow up all at once. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, the Chairman of the Experimental Spell Committee, and the Director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, all shook hands with him and took pictures with smiles.

As for Professor McGonagall's extremely difficult "Special Contribution Scholarship", the man surnamed Fudge agreed.

"Of course, of course! There is nothing wrong with that! I believe that modern wizards need children like Mr. White!"

Cornelius Fudge put his arm around Gawain's shoulder, leaking eight teeth and stealing most of the shot.

Gawain had no doubt that tomorrow the front page of the Daily Prophet would have news such as "The Minister of Magic is keen on the next generation of wizards", and that his own name would be in doubt.

The leaders of the Ministry of Magic, as well as most of the reporters, left as soon as Miranda had finished speaking. But it wasn't until late afternoon that Gawain had a chance to talk to Miranda.

"Thank you, Ms. Miranda, for the compliment, but why...?" Gao Wen pondered his words, not wanting to appear too rude.

"Why you, why are you being held so high?" Miranda Goshawk's eyes seemed to see through Gawain's thoughts.

She waved her hand and motioned for Gawain to sit beside her.

"Do you know the last time I received a letter from you that you were willing to publish your research? It was twenty years ago, and I don't even know if a 'repair charm' could be considered an improved use. ”

Miranda pouted disdainfully.

She had no worries about being photographed by reporters.

"It's been decades, and you've not made any progress in charms, do you think it's possible? It's just that the old stubborns, like in the past, keep everything as big as they used to be, hide them under the chest, and would rather take them to the coffin than share them!

I just want to tell them that that time is over! The future is for you children!"

Miranda said loudly, deliberately so that others could hear.

"Trust me, whatever you want to do in the future, today's experience will help you. As for that bit of pressure, I don't think you're afraid, are you? Don't be afraid, kid, let those arrogant old antiques understand!"

Gawain nodded, but didn't answer.

"If there's something, write to me, kid. I don't want to be so bored as to knit sweaters when I'm idle all day!Okay, now give me time, old fellows, I don't know who will never be able to come back at a party like this. ”

With a bold wave of her hand, Miranda Goshawk slapped Gawain on the back, making him stumble and almost hit the table with his face.

"Goodbye, Ms. Miranda. ”

Gawain politely said goodbye to her, but hadn't immediately gone to Hermione and Professor McGonagall.

"Lady Basshat, please wait!"

He pursued the witch in the cheesy cloak of the big red cloth cloth, who was the author of The History of Magic and lived in Bathilda Bassat in Godric's Hollow.

Something about Tom Riddle...

She must know something.