The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 214 Fanatical fans

Perhaps in years to come the Ministry of Magic would regret calling the dementors into its guard.

But that wasn't today.

Today, they still make excuses for it, no matter how clever they are, of course.

Today, everything around Hogwarts will be off-limits for dementors.

Because they managed to annoy Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest white mage who ever lived.

The old headmaster's anger almost made the entire Ministry of Magic tremble.However, this is all for later.

Right now, the attention of everyone in the school is still on Melda.

The golden tree under the rain and snow became an unforgettable miracle for everyone.

On the second day after the match, for Melda, it seemed that the whole of Hogwarts had become different.

In the corridor, he would see other little wizards looking at him in awe from time to time.

Although many wizards knew that Melda was very powerful, it was just a guess without evidence. Even Hermione, Ron, and Harry, his partners who lived with him day and night, didn't know where his limit was?

But today everything seems to be clearer.

So a faint sense of distance is born from this.

The outside world also made overwhelming reports on what happened at Hogwarts.

The reason is that on the day of the game, Colin took a camera to film the whole process of Melda's shot.

The photos appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day.

Two full pages of the feature story, and even the piece of Rita Skeeter's interview with him a few months earlier had been dug up and reprinted in the paper.

The difference is that the last time the front page was Ron. Although Melda also won the Merlin Medal, she could only play a supporting role that time.

The Daily Prophet is the best-selling newspaper in the UK.Of course, this is deeply related to the impact of the New York incident. Since that incident, almost the entire British magical family will subscribe to the "Daily Prophet".

to understand the process of that matter.

Under the overwhelming reports of the "Daily Prophet", Melda's name resounded throughout the British Isles almost overnight.

On the afternoon of the second day after the game, he received a condolence letter from London.

It was from Professor Horace Slughorn.

At this time, the news of the mysterious man's recovery has not yet spread. The old professor, who is nearly eighty years old, is still enjoying the well-stocked cellar and library in the comfortable home left by his deceased parents.

Melda exchanged letters with the old professor only after she was awarded the Order of Merlin for her eleven potion improvements.

Professor Slughorn is not a bad person. Although he needs some love, no one is perfect, and Melda will not criticize anything too much.

Besides, Professor Slughorn, as a generation of masters in potions, maintains a good relationship with such scholars, which is also necessary.

God will know that if there is a problem with improving the potion tomorrow, there should always be someone to ask for advice.

However, the letter sent this time did not have the calmness of the usual small talk.

The whole text is full of praises for Melda and faint worries.

After reading the old professor's letter, that night, Melda wrote a reply seriously and sent it out through the school's owl.

It's just that the replies he expected were surprisingly too many.

The next day was clear, and the drowsy Melda had just opened her eyes.I was shocked by the layer of letters on my bed.

And not just on his bed, the entire floor of the dormitory is full of all kinds of letters.There is not even a place to stay.

"Master Melda, you're awake!" At this moment, Dobby, the instigator, was holding a stack of letters, staring at Melda excitedly.

"My God! What have you done, Dobby?"

Early in the morning, the floor was full of surprises, Melda couldn't take it anymore, and threw all the letters on her quilt off the bed.Then he asked sternly, "You did all this?"

"Yes, Dobby is sorting letters!"

At this time, Dobby hadn't noticed how much distress his little diligence had caused Melda, and he happily pointed to the letters on the ground and said, "These are all from Westminster, oh! That pile is the City of Lambeth."

"And these, mostly from local cities in Scotland.

Dobby sorts them by city so that it's convenient for you to reply. "

"Who is going to reply!" Melda jumped off the bed and stepped on the floor with her bare feet.Waving his left and right hands, he gathered all the letters together.

A pile of letters more than one meter high appeared in the corner.

"What happened?" Ron Fan on the opposite side slowly got up with his eyes wide open, obviously he was woken up by the sound of paper flying just now.

"How can someone send me so many letters?"

Melda really felt like she had done nothing.Your magic world is too easy to gain reputation!
"That's not too much." Ron, who was sober at this moment, breathed out and said slowly.

"When I was in the newspaper, there were far more letters from fanatical fans than you."

"Then why didn't I see it?" Melda asked strangely.

"Because I let the owls send all the mail home." Ron continued, "Mom likes those letters, they fill up the whole small room."

Depend on!Bullying him for not having a home again, right?

Now looking at the letters in the corner, Melda felt more and more irritable. If he replied one by one, he would probably have to go back to the third grade.

"Why don't we burn them all? It would take up space if they are placed here." Melda said grimly.Nobody knew anyway.And most of the wizards who sent letters didn't expect him to reply.

This is the same as sending a private message to the boss. Whether the boss sees it or not is his business, anyway, I sent it.

Why!Not only did I post, I also posted hundreds of messages in a row, just to let the boss see my love for him.

As for things like being blocked, change your account and continue!what is this.
"No, it's also a good idea, you burned them all, you're so cold-blooded!" Upon hearing that Melda wanted to burn these letters, Ron hurriedly started doing it, staring at him with disbelieving eyes.

And Dobby, who was holding a stack of letters beside him, also widened his eyes, and the happy expression on his little face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.In just a few short breaths, he will return to the crying appearance before.

"Hey! What's your expression, my boy, why am I so cold-blooded? All right, then you can write back."

"That's not okay, it's not for me. How can I reply?" Ron shook his head and refused repeatedly.

"If you don't want to help, just hold back!" Melda glared at Ron, and then said to Dobby: "Let's pile up all the letters for today. Let's talk about it tonight!"

(End of this chapter)