Cardcaptor at Hogwarts

"It really shouldn't be."

Looking at the Hufflepuff wearing on the chest of the passing Hufflepuff, Adam couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

It's so easy to be incited... But it's not surprising if you think about foreigners marching every three days.

"Today was supposed to be the day for you to feed the owls, right? Why did you come all the way here?"

Bernard looked at Adam suspiciously.

"Why are you here?"

"Watch the fun!"

Bernard said confidently:

"I have nothing to do today anyway. I saw you were acting strangely, so I came to see if there was any fun."

"you……"

Looking at Bernard, Adam blinked:

"A bit like Eugene."

While he was talking, a ladybug flew by the window. Adam grabbed it and stuffed it into a glass bottle. He reached out, picked up the bottle, and screwed the lid in one go. Rita Skeeter, who was just passing by, was locked up in the blink of an eye. I couldn't help but have a question mark pop up on my head.

"Look what I found? A wild ladybug."

Adam raised his lips and flicked the glass bottle with his finger, causing Rita Skeeter, who was climbing up the glass to try to escape, to fall back to the bottom of the bottle.

"You came here just to catch a ladybug?"

Bernard stared at the ladybug for a while, and found that although the ladybug was panicked, it didn't look like a normal ladybug would crawl around or fly around trying to escape. Instead, it stayed in place...seemingly thinking. ?

"Animagus?"

Adam looked at him again and sighed:

"You really are a bit like Eugene."

"Are there actually so many Animagus?"

Thinking of Uther, who had recently begun to practice Animagus, Bernard shook his head and was still not interested. He preferred a head-on confrontation with real swords and guns.

Real guns and cannons will do, too.

"Who is this?"

"Reporter from the Daily Prophet, Miss Rita Skeeter...am I right?"

Adam looked at Rita Skeeter who was pretending to be stupid and didn't say anything. He just took out another glass bottle and put it next to Rita Skeeter's glass bottle. Inside was densely packed layers of miniature acrosmos. spider.

"I wonder if spiders will eat ladybugs?"

…

"Well, Miss Rita Skeeter, we have a great time working together~ Remember to take a solo photo of Cedric, a more handsome one~"

Adam waved goodbye to Rita Skeeter who turned into Ladybug and walked away.

"You went to all this trouble just to get her to report the truth?"

Bernard felt a little regretful. He was the gold medal reporter, writer and author of the best-selling newspaper in the wizarding world. If he could hold it in his hands...

"Even though she seems to dare to make up anything, she can only do things within the rules. It's enough that she doesn't cause us any trouble. We can't expect more."

Adam didn't care about the little voice channel. The Daily Prophet would be abolished after Voldemort came to power. Before that, she could only help with advertising... Did Adam need that little money?

Rather than bothering with that, it would be better to start a newspaper yourself.

"Speaking of which, was that scene so terrifying?"

Bernard recalled how Rita Skeeter could not stand still after she returned to her human form, and her face and body were covered in sweat from fear. He was a little incomprehensible.

I'm just touching a spider through glass. Is it that scary?

"Do you want to experience it?"

Seeing the familiar smile on Adam's face, Bernard was horrified:

"Then forget it."

Adam sighed with regret. Bernard was not very afraid of spiders, especially after eating the roasted Acromantula, so he originally wanted Bernard to see the American cockroach that was enlarged to the size of a four-poster bed. .

The kind that can fly~

It's a pity that Bernard was not brave enough to be fooled, so he backed down halfway.

Seeing Adam's expression, Bernard felt more and more that he had made the right choice and quickly changed the topic:

"Your tuck shop is also very popular among the students at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."

After Adam stopped working as a teaching assistant, he continued to run the small shop, but Bernard and the others would also help him when they had nothing to do. Of course, Bernard noticed the new customers with special clothes.

"Ah, yes, they also asked me if I would open branches in Germany and France."

After actually getting along, Adam felt that the students at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were not much different from most students at Hogwarts. Both schools also had both male and female students.

"So will you open a branch?"

"Who can say for sure?"

Adam smiled slightly, hoping that the magic ministries of the two countries would not think of driving him away by then...

A few weeks have passed in a hurry, and the first game of the Triwizard Tournament is approaching in a blink of an eye.

"Are you ready?"

Adam asked as he looked at Cedric who was getting ready to go.

"Of course, don't worry! With my strength, the best way to deal with the fire dragon is the eye disease spell, and I practiced it a few weeks in advance..."

When Cedric said this, he suddenly paused:

"Speaking of which, Potter suddenly came to me and told me that the first trial was about the fire dragon... maybe he really didn't cheat to sign up?"

Bernard shook his head:

"That's not what you should consider now. Even if he is framed, I believe Professor Dumbledore will be more concerned about this matter. What you have to do is to prepare for your trial, and don't be caught in the first one. The fire dragon swallowed it."

Adam saw Zhang Qiu looking here from a distance and smiled knowingly:

"It seems we should run away, leaving you some time for the two of you... Let's have a big meal to celebrate after the first game is over, but if your score is too ugly, I won't call you."

"Then get ready to jump over the wall!"

Cedric tugged on his collar with both hands and said confidently.

…

"From what you say, there shouldn't be any problems this time?"

On the way to the viewing venue, Eugene looked at Adam.

"In the first game, it's very difficult to do tricks in front of everyone. Professor Dumbledore is also watching."

Adam said pointedly.

"Is that the second game? The third game?"

Eugene fell into thinking,

"If you are not in front of others in the second game, it would be a good time to make a move. If you wait until the third game, Professor Dumbledore will definitely be wary."

After all, if we don’t take action in the last game, we will have no chance.

"But the premise is that Professor Dumbledore knows that someone will be secretly doing it, right?"

Bernard objected,

"Now Professor Dumbledore hasn't even discovered that Professor Moody is fake..."

Although I had kept my voice down, people started to appear around me, so everyone stopped communicating.

Coming to the Hufflepuff team, the first match was Cedric, and everyone was cheering for him.

Adam looked at the piece of cloth with a badger drawn on it, rolled his eyes, raised his hand... paused, and suddenly pulled out the wand and waved it as if he remembered something.

Referring to the college relic robes from a certain game, brown fabrics painted with reflective copper-yellow badgers and grass blades rose from all sides of the venue, flew towards the sky, and covered the stands, thoughtfully blocking the sun for everyone.

Adam's response drew a burst of exclamations from the Hogwarts students. However, a certain old principal almost couldn't help but stand up when he saw it for the first time, and then immediately returned to the office to check if anyone had escaped.

At the window of the principal's office, Grindelwald, who saw this scene through the glass, narrowed his eyes with interest.

However, when he saw the little animal with its teeth and claws, he couldn't help showing a bit of displeasure on his face:

"Tsk——"