HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The CPs written by Vivian are always outrageously evil. Others' CPs may be down-to-earth, but she likes to connect with hell.

Momo unfolded the parchment and laid it out: "Grindelwald and Voldemort started the Third World War in the wizarding world in order to compete for Dumbledore, but in the end they both died, and Dumbledore followed McGonagall to live in seclusion in Godric's Hollow."

"McGonagall may be the biggest winner."

Every word is so simple, but when they are combined into an article, it is so shocking that it directly hits Taowu's soul, and her heart and brain all turn into jujubes.

She felt that given time, Vivian could become an even more outrageous marketing account than Rita Skeeter.

"My dear, every time I read through your articles, my soul is always cleansed." She slowly turned her head and looked at Vivian. The girl was sitting on the bed, blinking her big eyes and looking proudly, waiting for her praise.

"How's it going? It's great." Vivian pressed her cheek against the sleeve of Tao Wu's flannel, begging for praise like a kitten.

"You might as well write a story for tonight. I'll make one up for you right now. Umbridge has a crush on Peter, Peter has a crush on Bellatrix Lestrange, and Peter kills Umbridge for his sweetheart. Mbridge dragged Peter to death out of love and hatred, and Filch learned that Umbridge died of love, a bloody love story!"

After listening to Hannah excitedly express her own thoughts, Momo felt that her cerebellum was about to shrink.

"This is a disgusting love story!"

After Taowu finished speaking, a soft pillow flew from Hannah's hand to her. Vivian hugged the pillow: "Good idea, Hannah, honey, write it right away!"

……

Three days have passed since that eventful Christmas Eve. Newt looked at the report letter against him on his desk with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Scamander, Minister Fudge still thinks this should be left to you." Fudge's secretary bowed to him respectfully.

Newt folded the letter paper again and stuffed it into the envelope, and looked at his secretary: "Do you know who the whistleblower is?"

The secretary shook his head: "I don't know exactly who it is, but what is certain is that this letter was sent by the Hogwarts owl."

"Okay, I understand, please."

Newt folded the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket, smiling and thanking him.

"Since the letter has been delivered, I'll leave first." Faced with the idol's polite thanks, the secretary bowed to him excitedly. Because the movement was too large, he almost hit the corner of the desk.

"Watch your head." Newt wrapped his hand around the corner of the table, and the man's forehead brushed against the back of his hand.

The man stood up straight, looked at the hand on the corner of the table, and felt even more moved: "Thank you!"

"Mr. Scamander, the minister said that we cannot easily tolerate some children who like to slander and spread rumors, otherwise it will lead to catastrophe sooner or later." He stopped at the door, turned around and said to Newt, "Yes Oh, I forgot to tell you, my name is Lanno Avery."

"Your biggest fan!"

Lanno took out a collector's edition of Newt's travel journal published twenty years ago from his pocket, shook it, winked at him playfully, and then closed the office door.

"Avery, Avery..."

Newt suddenly slapped his head hard: "Cena Avery!"

"Lano, wait!" He quickly chased after him. The corridor on the fourth floor of the Ministry of Magic was empty, and Lanno's figure had disappeared.

He sighed helplessly, patted the pockets of his clothes, and decided to solve this problem first.

The student who wrote the report letter probably didn't expect that he was not only a professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts, but also the Director of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, so the report letter ended up coming to him after all the detours.

He walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of white floo powder from the engraved copper hanging basket beside the fireplace, and stepped into the fireplace.

A burst of blue flames shot up.

He walked out of the fireplace in his office at Hogwarts, took off his woolen coat, hung it on a hanger, and put on a wizard's robe with the Hufflepuff emblem printed on it.

While arranging his clothes, he walked to the door, turned the handle and opened the door from the inside. He saw Snape standing at the door, with four fingers of his right hand bent in mid-air as if ready to knock on the door.

"Severus?" Newt turned sideways and made an invitation with his right hand: "Come in and talk."

Snape hesitated for two seconds, then nodded and strode into Newt's office.

"Black tea, juice or coffee?" Next to Newt's desk is a tool specially used for making black tea and various juices. The cabinets next to it are filled with various fruits and tea leaves.

Because Momo didn't like to drink pumpkin juice at Hogwarts, he asked a friend in New York to make this tea-making and juice-making tool.

"A cup of hot mocha, thank you." Snape rolled up the wide sleeves of his robe and sat on the sofa in the center of the room. He was not polite to Newt either.

"What's the matter with you?" Newt asked him as he stuffed coffee beans and raspberries into the coffee and juice inlets respectively.

"Moonflower, have you heard of it?" Snape took out a black notebook from his pocket, flipped it open, and turned to one of the pages to show Newt.

Newt walked over and saw a moon-white five-petal flower drawn on the opened paper, and the blank space on the edge was filled with notes scrawled by Snape.

Facing Newt's confused look, Snape explained: "Regulus and the Longbottoms need this flower for their medicine, but I asked Dumbledore that this flower is extinct in London."

"Extinct?"

The coffee was already boiling and frothing. Newt took two porcelain cups from the coffee table in front of Snape and walked towards the coffee machine.

"Yes, Dumbledore said that because the devil bought all the seeds a hundred years ago in order to monopolize this flower, but she didn't know how to raise it, all the moonflowers in the territory were extinct." Snape looked complicated. He told the story that Dumbledore told him.

Newt: ...ridiculous.

"But this flower has always been found only in Scotland. However, I think you may have seen it somewhere if you have traveled around the world." Snape took the steaming hot mocha from Newt's hand, " Thanks."

Newt took a sip of raspberry juice and leaned on his desk, remembering the past: "When I was in Paris, I was helping catch poachers. I heard someone say that in the valley of the Sauk Mountains There is such a flower.”

"But it's extremely dangerous there, my opinion is..."

"You can't go."