"Look at this!"

Fred opened a letter and read it aloud.

"Hearthstone is arguably the most fun game I've ever played in my life, and I've heard that Hogwarts has started to hold regular Hearthstone tournaments, and the Ministry of Magic bunch idiots should spread this kind of tournament to the whole of Britain, and even the whole world!"

"And this!" Jim Greenyan held the envelope in his hand, as if waving a sword in his hand.

"That's great news to hear that Hogwarts has started hosting Hearthstone tournaments! I have to say, I wouldn't be surprised if one day the International Confederation of Wizards holds a Hearthstone World Cup tournament!

Just as a few people were excitedly opening the letter, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out behind them.

"Carl, you've already seriously affected the others!" Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips.

No way, although it's Saturday, Carl's group is so eye-catching, many students come over to watch the fun, she can't do it.

Professor McGonagall pointed to the mountains of letters on the ground and said, "You should put them away first, and not open them in such a large public!"

Carl nodded, he still had a lot of respect for Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, Professor, I'll take it now—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Professor McGonagall smile,

"Still, I have to say, the new hero is really good!"

"For this sake, don't take it as an example!"

With that, he turned and left.

Not only Carl, but everyone around them who heard Professor McGonagall's conversation exchanged surprised looks.

Even Professor McGonagall is playing?!

At this time, the students who had been watching from the side couldn't help it, and they came over to help open the letter.

"Look at this one!"

"And mine!"

Everyone was reading aloud the letters they had opened.

The content of the letter was almost always overwhelmingly positive, and of course, some parents worried that Hearthstone's existence would make their children addicted to games and neglect learning.

But these are automatically ignored.

......

The morning owl rain once again caused an uproar among the students, both in the hallways and in the courtyards, where students were seizing every minute to discuss Hearthstone's new hero.

Of course, the focus of everyone's discussion is also inseparable from Carl's open selection of people, and then secretly creating Kenrito Studio to help him update the version.

For the students, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit of a legend.

The members of each studio, wherever they go, attract crowds of onlookers.

The positive reception received by the new version of Hearthstone has made almost everyone treat them like heroes.

......

Right now, it seems that the only thing that can match Hearthstone in terms of topic is the upcoming Quidditch match later today.

The game was scheduled for eleven o'clock, but before it was ten o'clock, Carl asked Hermione to go to the game with him.

He didn't want to go.

But Wood went out of his way to talk to him two days ago, saying that he had to be there to cheer for Gryffindor on the day of the game, and that everyone would be encouraged if he was cheering for everyone.

He was a little embarrassed by Wood's compliment, so he agreed.

Quidditch is an evergreen in the wizarding world, enduring and popular.

Even with the impact of Hearthstone, Quidditch's heat is still frighteningly high.

Carl thought he and Hermione had arrived early.

But by the time they arrived at the Quidditch pitch and climbed up to the Gryffindor's exclusive spectator area, more than half of the Gryffindors had already gathered.

Carl saw Diana Spring, the only seventh-grader in Kenrito.

This girl with a dark gold ponytail, full of heroic appearance and enthusiasm, took the initiative to say hello to him and Hermione as soon as she came up.

"Hi Carl. ”

"Hi Hermione. ”

"Hello, Diana. Carl also said hello to the girl.

Hermione waved at the girl as well.

The three of them chatted for a while, and somehow, Carl noticed that Diana was always pulling her hair in front of him.

It can't be that you haven't washed your hair in the morning and your scalp is itchy, so you scratch the itch by picking your hair, right?

Carl thought strangely, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was nothing wrong with his thoughts.

Thinking of this, Karl tilted his head away from Diana.

Come to think of it, take this opportunity for girls to scratch the itch enough.

Sure enough, when he turned his head, the girl was no longer flirting, and he thought that he had caught enough.

Alas, why do you think he is so understanding?

After a little more conversation, Diana took her leave and went to her friend.

It's just that before leaving, she looked at Carl even more strangely.

Then, a little while.

"Carl!?"

It's George and Fred.

As soon as they saw Carl, the two of them seemed to see something extraordinary.

"It's incredible?!" Fred said.

Then, the two looked at each other, and their eyes revealed surprise.

That exaggerated expression, even Carl couldn't stand it anymore.

Carl looked at the two helplessly, "I said you two are not idle?"

"It's not idle, Carl!" said Fred.

George nodded in great agreement and said loudly:

"We feel like this is a historic moment—"

"Carl Cooper actually learned it well!"

"Can you two stop being so loud. Carl Dan looked at the two of them in pain.

The eyes of several people were already attracted by the voices of the two.

I don't know, I think he did something bad.

"Besides, I didn't come last semester. He said.

George shook his head, "That's different, Carl. ”

"Last semester, it was because Professor McGonagall ordered you to come, Carl. ”

"And this time, you took the initiative!"

"There is an essential difference between the two!"

Carl looked at the two helplessly.

"Anyway, you two, don't you prepare for the competition, you came here to make small talk with me?"

As we all know, George and Fred have been Gryffindor batsmen since last semester.

"Of course not, Carl. ”

The two shook their heads.

"We're here to dig people, Carl. Fred explained.

"We feel that there are too few people in our studio, and we can't just have a few core members, but also some subordinates. ”

George said, "You know, it's the kind that eats grass and milks milk...... Muggles seem to call it what they call it...... Oh yes, temps!"

Temporary workers?

Is it so up-to-date?

Carl looked at the two of them with empty eyes, "I said, you two have to tell me about digging people for the studio." ”

George and Fred looked at each other with triumphant expressions.

"We've got your mother's letter, Carl!"

George took out an envelope from his bosom as if waving a flag.

"Because you're underage, as acting director, she appointed the two of us as the personnel supervisor of the studio, responsible for recruiting new people to join!"

Then, he added, "Of course, we don't have the right to control the core members of the studio, that's your power." ”

Looking at the letter in George's hand, Karl's mouth opened wide.

Why in this life, his parents, whether biological or adopted, one or two like to pit him so much.

Seeing Carl's stunned expression, George and Fred were even more proud.

Fred grinned and said to George, "What do you mean by that, George?"

George rolled his eyes for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

"Anyway, it's probably - according to Muggles, we get the queen's will, so we don't have to pay attention to the prince's orders. ”

With that, the two of them laughed together.