"Judging from the information provided by the Ministry of Magic, you have improved and invented a total of fourteen potion recipes, and I would like to know how you got this magical knowledge."

"Knowledge, it's always accumulated by predecessors, from the birth of the first potion recipe to my improvement and invention of potions, countless precious potions have been born, we are just absorbing the supplies left by our predecessors, and we have only succeeded slightly, even if we succeed, we are only standing on the shoulders of giants..."

Melda opened her mouth to talk eloquently, talking about it for a while, and talking about it for a while. There was a lot of rambling.

"Funny little boy, but you obviously didn't answer my question. Ahem. Rita Skeeter coughed twice and then spoke: "According to people familiar with the matter, you seem to have a good relationship with the Potions professor at Hogwarts, and some people even rumored that you are related to him..."

"Who?"

Melda still grinned.

"What?"

"I mean, who said that? Say his name. ”

"It's all over Hogwarts." Rita Skeeter said exaggeratedly, with her fat mouth smeared with bright red.

"Oh! That's a good question, but I don't think that's the point, as a professor of Potions, Professor Snape should have a good relationship with all his students in the normal course of teaching.

If someone makes some false claims, I think it may have something to do with the divide-and-conquer teaching theory that Professor Snape has been pursuing, and that Hogwarts needs a good way of working, and I think that's the point. ”

Melda was possessed by Huck at this point, completely ignoring Rita Skeeter's question, and just repeating his point of view.

“？” Rita Skeeter looked at Melda with some surprise.

This kid isn't easy to deal with!

"You seem to have expressed some dissatisfaction with the way the Potions professor teaches?"

"Oh! Ma'am, how could it be! Melda grinned, revealing his small white teeth.

"Hogwarts is a house that celebrates freedom and individuality, not only for the students, but also for the professors, and Professor Snape naturally has the best choice of teaching style he likes.

Divide and conquer. It's not about treating students differently, it's about giving different teaching efforts according to the differences of each student, and look at what a great way to educate, and Professor Snape really deserves a Merlin Medal for his contribution to teaching. ”

"Huh?" Rita Skeeter was already a little overwhelmed at this point, and Melda's Tai Chi skills were obviously much beyond her expectations. It was as if he was not talking to a second-year student, but to a government official who had been working with the Ministry of Magic for many years.

"Ahem, then may I ask at this moment, an eleven-year-old boy, who is just beginning to fall in love, I don't know what your relationship is with the girl in this interview?" Saying that, Rita Skeeter also deliberately looked at the shorthand notebook on the side.

"Oh! It's called, Hermione, right? ”

"I don't think a twelve-year-old boy would have anything to say about it."

Melda said coldly, just now he clearly saw Rita Skeeter's shorthand notebook and wrote: "This nascent potions genius in front of him, his eyes reveal a tragic past, and his incomplete childhood has made him extremely inferior, and he doesn't even dare to face the confession of a girl of the same age." ”

？？？

I lost, you have the ability to make up this nonsense, why are you still interviewing?

It's better to make it up at home.

"Alright, I guess the interview is over!" Melda got up and was about to leave, anyway, even if Rita Skeeter's false reports spread, she wouldn't suffer, and she could just see Hermione's reaction.

It's really interesting to say.

"Of course!" Rita Skeeter didn't remember it at all, it seemed that she had received too much shocking news from Hermione Ron and was busy going back to writing.

This is the end of the short interview. Just after Melda thought it was all over.

At lunch, a startling news came from the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

Melda, who was sitting on a Gryffindor bench, looked at the front page of the newspaper in amazement.

Above, the bold and enlarged headline is striking and surprising.

Cornelius Fudge, then the British Minister for Magic, announced his resignation!

He was succeeded by Rufus Scrimgeur, the Auror's minister.

"Fudge actually resigned?" Melda stared at the newspaper in disbelief, not that he felt sorry for Fudge or anything.

Those dark chess pieces that were purely arranged by themselves have not yet been used!

Moreover, Fudge resigned on his own, not to be fired from office.

What the hell is going on at the Ministry of Magic?

...

Fudge's downfall can be described as somewhat inexplicable.

Because although the previous public opinion had a great impact on him, there were even many people clamoring for him to resign.

But according to the face of the average British official, this kind of thing passed after a while.

There's no need to quit!

Moreover, due to Ron Harry's recent exposure of the flying car, there have been some clues of the riots in the United States, which have deflected the trend of public opinion.

He could have survived this time, so why did he choose to leave at this time?

"Has his conscience found out?" Hermione on the side said sarcastically.

"Huh! Someone's soul has been taken away, I believe it. Ron also looked up and sneered, he was in a period of hostility because Mr. Arthur's work was thoroughly investigated by the Ministry of Magic before, and he had been deeply disgusted with the Ministry of Magic recently.

"Roar!!

Melda let out a strange scream, then pointed to the other side of the newspaper.

"Fudge has become a backbiter, with the Ministry of Magic taking the robbery of the Great Glasgow Museum, the riots in London, and the Forbidden Forest conflict. and Hermione's abduction was blamed on Fudge. ”

"Huh?" Hermione snatched the newspaper from Melda's hand, and sure enough, she saw what Melda had said on the other page, and even mentioned that she had been taken captive, but only in a few words.

"What do they mean by that?" Ron said confusedly.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of thing that he has done to himself.

"That's smart!"

"Melda? Have you guessed what? Harry glanced at the weird smile that tugged at the corner of Melda's mouth, and knew what the hell was going on in the heart of the guy who had just failed in his magic experiment.

Right!

Melda threw the discoloration of her hair and the change in the color of her pupils on the vulgar excuse of the after-effects of her magical experiments.

At Hogwarts, after all.

It's normal to change gender, let alone change the color of your hair?