The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 253 Papers in Newspapers
"Principal, I'm joking." Melda said angrily.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if a Muggle professor appeared in Hogwarts one day!
Perhaps, the pure-bloods will explode in irritability on the spot!
And this will also lose a lot of students. After all, pure-blood families will not let their children study with a Muggle. They will definitely send their children to other schools.
"It's just an idea." Dumbledore raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, maybe he also thought of the faces of the group of pure bloods after they knew about it.

"You scared me to death!" Melda patted her chest. Don't take your unrealistic thoughts seriously.

"By the way, I think your book can be published. When are you going to finish it?"

"this."

Mr. Principal, you changed the subject so bluntly!
Melda had a bitter face.

Co-author, you came to me just to ask about the manuscript!
He couldn't help complaining secretly.

Then he put on a difficult expression and said: "This...discussion requires data, and each experiment also requires a lot of preparation, and the overall draft will have to wait for a while."

"No, that's not what Miss Granger said." Dumbledore revealed a sly look behind his semicircular glasses.

Then she even pointed out the real situation of Melda: "She said that you are lazy all day and don't want to write."

"How could it be?" Melda quickly retorted: "What does she know? I researched it myself. Hermione doesn't know some of the details."

He is very much like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, baring its teeth and claws, trying to explain clearly, but it gets darker and darker.

"Really?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Okay, the exams are over, and it's time for you to enjoy your summer vacation." As he spoke, the old headmaster smiled and winked at Melda, then got up and walked towards the city.

The conversation between the two ended in such a muddle.

And Melda hurried back to the castle, instead of going to the Gryffindor tower, he came directly to the auditorium.

It was breakfast time at this time, but the auditorium was empty, and there were very few young wizards coming, but this was normal, the exams were finally over, and most wizards were still sleeping late.

"Hi! Melda, this way!" By the long table in Gryffindor, Ron and Hermione were already sitting on the chairs. After seeing Melda coming, Ron waved at him greet.

"Where's Harry?" Sitting calmly beside Hermione, Melda observed Harry for a week without seeing him.

"Oh! They said they were walking in the castle with Sirius." Ron raised his head, frowning and said vaguely.He also had no idea where Harry was.

"Okay!" Melda picked up a small bowl of rice porridge on the table, and just as she was about to finish her mouth, she suddenly felt a questioning look from her side.

Then he quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks, fumbled in his pockets with both hands, and finally took out a stack of thick parchment from his pockets, which was written by Melda last night, a special report on the Patronus Charm, among which Introduced in detail the origin of this spell and its casting skills, and in the article, he also deduced that there should be a certain relationship between the patron saint and the soul.

This was what Hermione 'threatened' him to write after the exam, and it was due today, and it took him a whole day to finish the draft.

"Are you planning to publish this in the newspaper?" Melda curled her lips, her tone full of inexplicable resentment.

"Trust me, you might as well go find Sirius and take some pictures of him with Harry."

Now that the legendary wizard is in the limelight, news about anything related to him will sell well.

"Hmph! Watch it, this time it will definitely exceed your imagination!" After getting Melda's draft.Satisfied, Hermione stood up and left her seat.

"Cut!" Melda picked up the rice porridge in her hands and took a sip.

He didn't believe that anyone would like to read reports about magic spell analysis in the newspaper!

"It's rare, why are you so happy!" Ios on the side suddenly interjected.

"I don't know, how about the test results?"

"Oh! It's over, so don't think about such troublesome things." Ron said indifferently with a calm face.Anyway, I have tried my best, as to whether I can pass or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Besides, this year he has been in the limelight in various ways. He fought against the giant spider in the Forbidden Forest, fought against Salazar's basilisk in the secret room, and he even got a first-class medal in the Order of Merlin.

No matter how you look at it, today is the most fulfilling year for him.

Even if he failed the academic examination in the end, he still had a reason.

When I got home, I argued with my mother, saying that my class was delayed because of these things, and it was indeed delayed for a while anyway, and my mother would not say anything if she wanted to.

"What should I do? I can't just repeat a grade and fail the exam in my first year at Hogwarts." Ios held her head in pain, and the little girl seemed to have collapsed.

Seeing the gradually hersified Ios, Melda quickly tried to persuade her: "Don't worry! It's impossible for the professor to fail most of the students. Your academic performance is obvious to all. If even you fail, At least half of the school will have to repeat a grade!"

Melda's words were not flattering her, but that Ios studied really hard. She was already very smart, and the magic power in her body far surpassed other little wizards.

Of course, from a certain point of view, this can be regarded as a burden. More magic power means that it is more difficult for her to learn the skills of controlling magic power than other little wizards.

Over the past few months, her hard work has been obvious to all. The little wizards in Gryffindor are lamenting that Ios is becoming more and more like Hermione. Every morning, she will preview her homework in the library, At noon, even when eating, he was chanting the magic spell. After the class in the afternoon, he would immediately go to the library to complete the homework of the day.

This pace of life has infinitely converged to that of Hermione.

If it weren't for the fact that Hermione was still busy with TOD, and then even more busy writing articles for "Modern Wizards and Magic Daily", these two people would probably have been together forever.

"But." Ios gritted her teeth, her face a bit unwilling, she raised her head and glanced at Melda, then at Ron.Finally, her eyes fell on the other little wizards of Gryffindor, and a strong sense of loneliness radiated from her.

Melda silently took in all the expressions of Ios, and he understood her current mood very well.

This is a sense of powerlessness that arises when a schoolmaster suddenly finds himself out of the crowd, and not when he is regressing.

(End of this chapter)