The ceiling of the classroom, at this point, gradually drooped down a small metal box.

There was a camera on the front end, and as a projection of light shone out, many images of strange alchemy creations suddenly appeared in the classroom.

"Wow!"

The classroom was filled with a whoop.

It looked like Owen's pocket watch, but Victor kept all sorts of virtual images of magic props.

"You don't need to, or you just don't know!" Koyatl's eyes revealed a look of disdain.

Her face was cold and beautiful, the bridge of her nose was high, her lips were pursed, and her words and deeds were almost full of pride and indifference.

"Ancient magic can only bloom in the body of a wizard who inherits the will of the gods." She looked at Victor with disdain, her eyes grazing over his body.

His body was crippled.

Koyatl's eyes were clear, the gods - can't look down on a shell like you.

Your broken body, the gods don't care at all, what right do you have to talk about it here, as if you know a lot about ancient magic.

Speaking of which, Owen was also curious, this was not Piltover, he could use potions to heal himself.

Even damage dealt by some dark arts, like Moody's, may be replaced by magical prosthetics.

There was absolutely no need for Victor to remain that way.

But—what is that Ilvermorny witch all about?

Whether the head is not developed at all or the level of development is slightly varied.

The face that everyone around her owes her a hundred Galleons may feel cold at first glance, but after a long time, he just wants to beat her!

I've never seen Owen Sanchez run amok in the wizarding world with such arrogance!

Steal the limelight from all the buddies!

Immediately, as he returned to his seat from the lectern, he raised his voice in a playful voice, "Wow! You're right! You're right! ”

In fact, there were no seats in the classroom.

The circular steps in the classroom were deformed and became the seats for the young wizards.

"So who are you blooming with?" He glared at her innocent eyes, leaning his right hand on his lap and propping his cheek, his head glancing at her.

"What did you say?"

A pun on a certain boy's words, Koyatl naturally heard it immediately.

Her gaze was sharp, and if it wasn't in class, Owen had no doubt that she would immediately throw him a curse.

"Huh? It turns out that you are also crippled! Owen looked at her in surprise, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were deaf and mute, I sincerely apologize to you, I'm sorry!" ”

His round gray eyes looked at her with sincerity, and his tone was full of apologies.

But the shameless Ilvermorny Witch did not accept his apology, but was unkind.

Owen's pupils shone brightly.

It was a dazzling red light, out of nowhere.

"Enough!" Victor, who was on crutches, raised his cane and pointed in the air.

Miraculously, the spell was suspended in mid-air.

Then the flashlight that cut through the eight-eyed giant spider shot out a blazing light, directly shattering the spell.

"If you don't believe what I say, then you shouldn't have been here in the first place!" He frowned and looked at Koyatl with a pale face, "If you think someone is better than me, then go and ask him." Please don't delay my class time! ”

"It's long overdue!" "The greatest wizard in alchemy is Mr. Nicol Lemay. ”

"Maybe you should follow the textbook." As she spoke, she sneered and raised the textbook in her hand, the title page of the book "Decryption of Ancient Alchemy", and the name of the gilded Nick was clearly visible. "At least it will make you look professional!"

"Poof!"

In the next second, a little wizard in the classroom couldn't help laughing.

Among the voices, Hermione's laughter was the most obvious.

Just a minute ago, she was still haunted by Professor Victor's brutal dismemberment of an eight-eyed spider, and she was going to talk to him at the end of class with a black face.

But suddenly, when she saw the textbook in Koyatel's hand, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud with the Hogwarts wizards around her.

"What are you laughing at?" Koyatl stared at Hermione with a cold gaze.

"I think of something glad about, can't I?" Hermione didn't even glance at her, she turned her head and re-copied the complicated formulas on Victor's blackboard.

In class, the little wizard covered her mouth, and everyone turned their eyes to Koyatl, looking at her.

It seemed like a mockery to her.

It made her very uncomfortable.

She always condescends to others and is used to imposing her will on others. No one in Ilvermorny dared to look at her with such eyes, but at Hogwarts.

Even the wizards who knew that it was impossible to defeat her had no respect for her, and they laughed at themselves unscrupulously and implicitly.

Hide in dark corners, waiting for an opportunity to steal her ancient magic.

No, no, no———

Suddenly, Koyatl pressed against his forehead.

There was a heart-piercing pain in her brain.

The pain made her tremble.

The little wizards around her were clearly visible, and a mist suddenly appeared on her face.

That's a sweat stain.

She's nervous.

"It turns out that it's just a strong outsider!" The Twins' voices followed.

They were interested in what life was being transformed by Victor's machinery.

They feel that this should have a broader future.

"And I haven't read a book yet." George said.

"Of course, as long as you have normal eyesight, you can't find out that there is a name under Nick's name." Fred said mockingly.

They were still haunted by what had happened the day the Goblet of Fire cast its name.

Miss Granger who suddenly attacked us, didn't you know that she was a Gryffindor treasure?

The Twins say they can trade Ron for Miss Granger.

After all, the House War, without Ron, would not have any effect on them at all, but without Miss Granger, then they would probably lose.

————

Seeing that the atmosphere in the classroom was becoming more and more antagonistic, Professor Victor of our previous year used the trick that Professor McGonagall called him.

"Okay, if you don't pay attention enough, this course, the final exam will only get a P rating!"

The professors' nirvana.

Examination!

All of a sudden, everyone in the class was excited!

Everyone sat down and stared at the blackboard.

In today's Hogwarts, it is very humiliating to fail the exam, because the four houses are more energetic, so everyone does not dare to relax, and the house at the bottom of the exam will automatically receive the honorary title of the house of the stupid Barnabas back then.

Barnabas, a wizard who died tragically at the hands of a troll for trying to teach trolls ballet, has been associated with terms such as stupidity and idiocy since centuries ago.

The young wizards debated about which Hogwarts house he graduated from, and no one would admit to graduating from his own house anyway.

So this has also become one of the ways in which the school is at the bottom of the school exam and the college is humiliated.

Calm returned to the classroom.

After class, most of the little wizards walked out of the classroom with a smile.

Originally, Owen was going to talk to Victor about the content of the game, but as soon as he left the classroom, he was blocked by Professor McGonagall who suddenly flashed out.

She informed several of the Warriors that the wands of the Warriors would be examined by Mr. Ollivander this afternoon, as arranged by the Ministry of Magic and the school.

At that time, the Warriors will also be interviewed by the media.

As for Owen, Dumbledore please.

In fact, Owen has known about this for a long time, because the sales of "Singing Against the Tune" have increased greatly this year, and the sponsorship fee that can be taken out has also increased hugely.

For the sake of Jin Galleon, the Ministry of Magic had to pinch its nose and allow the Daily Prophet and the Contrarian to be jointly responsible for interviewing the young wizard.

And the interviewer of "Singing and Singing" is naturally Luna.

She had told Owen about it a few days earlier.

After lunch, Hermione and Fleur, who had no classes in the afternoon, went to the Gryffindor common room for a while, and then agreed that Owen and Colin Luna would come to the room on the second floor early to wait.

It's mainly about taking photos and writing for the manuscript, after all, this is a good opportunity to promote Hogwarts, and if you really want Luna to write the manuscript, the hell knows what she will write.

So naturally, this matter fell on the head of the great Hogwarts Student Council President.

Dumbledore personally arranged it.

This is a good time to promote the school, although the old headmaster does not seek fame or profit, but he is more active than anyone else in making Hogwarts famous.

Empty classroom on the second floor.

By the time Owen and Luna went inside, there were already people inside.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

There were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desks, there were several chairs, where Fleur and Hermione were already sitting.

The two of them were muttering something under their breath, their long silver hair shining brightly in the sunlight. A playful smile suddenly appeared on Fleur's face when she saw Owen come in, and her gaze shifted from Owen to Hermione.

Miss Granger's cheeks burned again.

Before Cedric and Krum arrived, at his desk, Mr. Ludo Bagman was talking to a witch wearing a magenta robe.

"Ah, Owen, you're here" Seeing Owen, mainly Luna, Bagman's face instantly froze, and then he forced a smile very reluctantly and walked over, "Dumbledore has informed me that you are the author of this "Singing Against the Tune". ”

Mr. Bagman's face sank, and he whispered in Owen's ear, "If you could write more about truth, goodness and beauty, you know, most people are not interested in conspiracy or anything like that." ”

"We'll report it truthfully!" Luna grabbed Owen by the arm, pulled him to her side, and then stared at Mr. Bagman with an ethereal voice and scrutinizing eyes: "My dad said that Barty Crouch has a group of goblin killers who are dedicated to cleaning up those who oppose him. I'm sure I'm going to tell this to the people who are still in the dark in the newspapers. ”

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't have captive goblin killers!" Mr. Bagman screamed, that's why he hated the Lovegood family. "We don't have that much money! Can't afford to raise a bunch of greedy goblins. ”

"But Hermione's name appears in the Goblet of Fire, there must be a conspiracy." Luna said calmly, wearing a headdress with two rabbit ears, and pointing to a notepad in her hand with a jumble of graffiti, like a comic strip, with lots of names on it.

It seems that those are the 'suspects' she suspects.

Owen even saw Mr. Ludo Bagman's name on it.

In an instant, Mr. Bagman's face in front of them darkened.

"Enough! I don't have time to correct your broken head. Furious, he quickly pointed behind him.

He was furious.

It could also be that the woman behind him was too close.

Mr. Ludo Bagman turned violently, stepped on her shoe and poked her fingers in the stomach.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He said it without being salty.

The director of the Department of Sports, he hates all journalists.

"This is Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for the Daily Prophet, who is in charge of covering the tournament."

Owen raised an eyebrow.

The woman—her hair was made into delicate, stiff, grotesque curls, and matched her face with a big chin, and it looked particularly awkward.

Wearing a pair of jeweled glasses, his fat fingers clutching a crocodile leather handbag.

The nails were two inches long, painted red, and looked very strange, like the claws of some kind of animal.

While Owen was observing Rita Skeeter, the other party was also looking at him carefully.

"Maybe you'll work together to complete the story, maybe you can do your own thing, whatever! But I want to say, don't say anything about the Ministry of Dark Magic, I warn you ministers who haven't been very happy lately, be careful with your words! With that, he turned and walked towards the vacant seat in the classroom.

Then he sat down all at once.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bagman, I know all about newspapers and stuff." Owen happily said that he was not Luna, he would not write about such nonsense, and that he also came with a mission, and his reporting mainly promoted the spirit of Hogwarts, "I have read all the newspapers in London, and I know this very well." ”

"Oh~ really?" Rita Skeeter let out a high-pitched, harsh, greasy sarcastic voice. "I don't know, it turns out that the little wizard now likes to read the newspaper so much."

The moment she saw Luna, Rita Skeeter's face was not very good.

And Owen - it was purely a disaster to the fish pond.

The competition was originally her exclusive interview, but now that there is an "Singing Contrarian", of course she will not be happy.

"Of course." Owen tilted his head and said confidently, "Newspapers, they only cater to the biases of their readers."

I know about the readers of the newspaper.

The readers of the Daily Mirror are people who think they are running the country; The Guardian's readers are people who think they should run the country; The readers of The Times are the ones who are really running the country; The readers of the Daily Mail are the wives of those who govern the country;

The readers of the Financial Times are people who own the country; The readers of the Morning Star are people who want to hand over the country to other countries to govern;

The readers of the Daily Telegraph think that the country is being governed by other countries......" Owen chuckled, "As for the readers of The Sun—oh—The Sun readers don't care who runs the country, as long as she has a big heart!" ”

"The favourite way for British men to say hello – oh! I'm glad you enjoyed reading The Sun. ”

"Do you like that?" Suddenly, a voice came.

It's Miss Granger.

She couldn't help but giggle when Owen was talking about the London newspapers.

She was the only one there who knew what Owen was talking about.

But when he spoke of The Sun, Miss Granger immediately put away her little smile.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous gaze was projected straight on.

"Oh! Miss Granger, you know—I'm French, and how could I like things that you English men like? ”

Owen looked wise and foolish, everyone was drunk and sober, and his kind voice continued to sound: "For example, the first and second pages of The Sun are Labour campaign advertisements and the comeback of the Conservative Party.

So I usually go straight to the third edition. ”

"Sanchez !!" Miss Granger was annoyed.

Third Edition?

The third edition has nothing, just nude cover girls.

"Hey—the reaction is so big, have you seen it too?" Owen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Oh-I'm just allowed to see it, I can't read it, what kind of logic is this?" ”

"Shut up!" Hermione's face flushed.

Was she going to tell Owen that she saw it in her father's dentist's shop?

As we all know, the boring time while waiting for the doctor always needs some pastime to pass the time, and newspapers are the cheapest pastime, among which The Sun is very popular among the public.

It sells several times as much as a serious newspaper like the Daily Mail.

She just accidentally glanced at her!

Just a few glances!

"Oops! Miss Granger, you're so much prettier than those cover girls, so don't be nervous! ”

Owen looked at Granger, who had tied his hair together, leaving only a few pieces of hair in front of his forehead, and said in admiration.

"It's just too conservative."

"Die!" Hermione blushed and glared at him viciously.

Owen and Hermione were chatting hotly here.

The wizards over there were confused, with embarrassed smiles on their faces.

"Are you French?" At this time, Rita Skeeter, who was on the side, suddenly grasped the point.

She opened her mouth, revealing three gold teeth, and her hand quickly reached into her crocodile leather handbag, pulling out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment.

She then spread the parchment paper over the velvet-covered desk.

I put the tip of the green quill pen in my mouth and sucked it for a while.

Then the pen is placed vertically on the parchment, and the quill tube rests on the nib, trembling slightly.

Then the dragon flew and began to write, the tip of the pen deftly gliding over the parchment.

Write a headline on it: Shocked! Landing operations of the French.

By this time, Owen hadn't said a word.

"Of course—I'm a decent old Parisian—a tricolor."

(End of chapter)