I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The World Cup is over.

Or at a speed that no one expected.

In fact, it is not unexpected.

The main competition venue is in Africa. There has been too much news from Europe recently, and it is completely unable to accommodate a Quidditch match held elsewhere.

Mentor also continued to host the World Cup in accordance with John's instructions.

Before anyone noticed, the World Cup was over.

Ron was in a daze.

This may be the least crowded World Cup in the past century.

So much so that later on, the way to identify a veteran Quidditch fan was to ask about the game.

Also known as the Quidditch True Love Test.

After all, this year, in the UK, even Malfoy's name was louder than the world champion.

John was a little surprised. He didn't expect Mentor to hold it so fast when he said it would be held.

Fighting on the front line here, you are fighting in Africa.

Mentor revealed a kind of embarrassment when he saw John.

"So you...repay the money?"

John looked at the cost of this World Cup.

To be honest, there seems to be some poverty in Africa, whether it is the Muggle or the wizarding world.

Mentor held the World Cup there, not only did not get any income, but a lot of it was posted.

This matter is placed in the second dynasty, and he can be laughed at for Malfoy to participate in two World Cups.

Fortunately, when the World Cup started, the magic power alchemy products were already on sale.

A set called the magic power camera happened to record that game.

John handed things over to Lucius Malfoy as the cornerstone of his sports channel.

There are three major events that make headlines back and forth in the wizarding world right now.

One is the launch of magic power products, the other is the birth of the magic association, and the last is the report on the saints.

Whenever there is news about the saints, it can always affect the mood of the wizards.

The most they want to see is how many of those son-of-a-bitch saints die, not about the Aurors getting hurt.

Every family had to wait for the evening news, and the male hosts also began to watch the magic power TV in the tavern and discuss the saints.

But most of the epilogues are those damn saints who are not going to die.

In less than a month, they have gotten used to watching Magic Power TV and talking about it.

The audience for each channel has also been determined.

The Prophet Channel is a must have for male parents.

The corner channel appeals mostly to women.

Sports channels are something young people like.

Of course there are also surprises.

For example, Penello doesn't like the corner channel, she prefers the prophet channel.

Perhaps women in the political arena have this awareness. Tang Mi once complained that Ozzy often watched the Prophet Channel.

The Muggle channel is also gradually opening up.

The TV station acquired by John has obtained a variety of broadcasting rights, and they are not afraid of having no programs to watch.

It also happened to let more people know how Muggle iron wands work.

This has both advantages and disadvantages. The good thing is that wizards understand Muggles, and the bad thing is that wizards have a violent impression of Muggles.

John is also very helpless about this, he has introduced other programs.

For example, there are various dances and musicals.

It's a pity that the dancing and music seemed weird to wizards.

They can understand the various instruments in the band, but they can't understand why they don't sing with the toad in their arms.

For another example, those Muggles spoke with what looked like round hammers in their hands.

They are very strange, can't this thing be solved with a loud curse?

Discussion of Muggles is also one of the topics of wizards.

...

Silver Hand Manor.

Basil flew back from the outside, and when he entered the room, he first showed vigilant eyes.

Those big eyes looked around, and the raised head seemed to catch the foreign owl scent still in the air.

John reads a letter, which is from Lockhart.

As a top player in the wizarding world, John can imagine the reaction of this showman when he finds out about TV.

While teaching at Hogwarts, Lockhart used to have the audacity to teach by interpreting his own works into dramas.

Now that there is such a good opportunity for the work to be seen intuitively by more people, Lockhart can't sit still.

He strongly requested that his works be put on the big screen.

And he said explicitly and secretly that it is best to let the handsome Gilderoy Lockhart himself play the role.

For this reason, John lit the letter as if he had not seen it.

It's better to leave this kind of shooting to professionals.

Lockhart was better off staying home and digging into his next book.

However, he reminded John that, as the top IP in the wizarding world, Lockhart's complete series definitely has the qualifications to enter the screen.

At present, John does not want to enter the era of entertainment to death, where there are Muggles outside and saints inside.

He needed wizards to understand Muggles, not wizards to Muggles.

March moved on without a word.

Where wizards can't see, the world is going further with the efforts of a group of people.

International Academy of Magic Technology.

Department of Potions.

Dharma Alex, who is the deputy dean, has not been out for several months.

The room was filled with thick black smoke, and the hairless head was staring at the mountains of materials and scratching its head with red eyes in the smoke like a vampire.

Dharma Alex, who used too many refreshments, causing black smoke to come out of his ears, said to himself: "What the hell is wrong?"

Werewolf vaccine.

The catalog John gave him kept him from going out.

Although many potion masters from the Master of Magic Association were recruited, it took them three months just to thoroughly understand those books.

When it comes to practice, ten of them took out ten kinds of potions.

Everyone's understanding is different, and ten different medicines are produced.

"No, we can't finish it at all!"

Dharma Alex poured a bottle of refreshing medicine into his mouth, and thick smoke came out of his ears like a steam train.

He stared wide-eyed, everyone must break through a point together.

At the beginning, he swore that he could succeed.

Isn't it a slap in the face if you fail this time?

Restart the new werewolf vaccine research in the Ministry of Potions.

The Department of Potions is different from the Department of Alchemy. Their building is one-piece black, and it looks like a huge black square box from a distance.

"The Alchemy Department has made a name for itself, we can't lose!"

Dharma Alex cheered on the potion masters, he drew a big cake and said: "The Medal of Merlin is waiting for us!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Belby." A potions master who was tricked over angrily said, "Your method doesn't work at all!"

Although it is said that the cycle of refining potions even starts on an annual basis, the cycle of werewolf vaccines that need to be spread on a large scale obviously cannot be too long.

Logically speaking, one month of refining is already the longest time.

But they show no sign of completion.

"There must be something wrong." Another master of potions couldn't help but said, "For example, the wolfbane aconite in this paper, we can try to increase it."

"That thing is already the limit dose. If it is increased, it is probably not a medicine, but a poison."

"Fart, as long as we go through a few more rounds of dilution, the toxin of chamaema aconitum can be alleviated."

It has not been successfully developed yet, and as a result, internal problems first occurred.

Everyone is a master of potions, each of them is arrogant, and no one accepts others.

They took out their knowledge to quarrel, like eight hundred ducks quacking there.

Dharma Alex is going crazy, is he going to look down and ask John for help?

Just at this time.

His savior has come.

An owl was almost killed by the black smoke that filled the room. It hurriedly dropped a red envelope and left.

The potions masters fell silent.

Because that was a howler letter.

They cast strange glances at each other, and no one could guess who the roaring letter was addressed to.

Dharma Alex walked over unhappily, picked it up and took a look.

is for myself.

He was silent.

But when he touched the roar letter, it started to trigger.

"Dharma Alex Belby!"

Slughorn's voice sounded with such force that the black smoke fell back.

As Headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn worked on the thesis for three months.

The first thing he did after he succeeded was to send a roaring letter to settle accounts with his former students.

"You big liar, what do you mean by having hands? I really want to take my wand now and turn you into a five-legged monster, put you in a cage and be ridiculed for the rest of your life."

"Fortunately, my knowledge of potions is rich enough, otherwise I would never know in my life that I need to add the wolf's right toe after stirring counterclockwise with a wand for two and a half circles!"

"Sufficient toxicity to stabilize the curse after vaccinating werewolves on a full moon night!"

A few words roared down.

Dharma Alex is not only not angry, he also wants to kiss that howling letter.

The puzzle of their failure solved.

They are wrong.

Because what they considered was the dosage of wizards, and they completely forgot about the physical changes they had after being turned into a werewolf.

Not only him, but the entire Potions Department stopped arguing in an instant.

They had an unprecedented tacit understanding and started a new refinement without too much communication.

Soon, a brand new bottle of werewolf vaccine appeared.

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