Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Early the next morning, everyone in Hogwarts was reading newspapers.

Yes, in the auditorium, at breakfast time, flocks of owls flew in and dropped the Daily Prophet strapped to their feet.

The entire front page of the Daily Prophet is devoted to a huge photo and flashing bold words: "Apologies"

The photo is of an extremely thin man. Although he has shaved his beard and cut his hair, he still looks very vicissitudes and frailty.

His light-colored eyes can feel the strong and dazzling light shining through the photo.

He was standing at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, wearing a robe that looked a bit bulky to him, and was being interviewed by reporters.

This person is no stranger to anyone in the magic world, because another photo of him has been posted all over the streets and alleys in the past few months.

The notorious murderer, Sirius Black, turned into a lone hero who has been wronged for 8 years overnight.

The public letter of apology fairly and neutrally described the whole process of yesterday's incident.Even the photos of Cyril and Snape's capture appeared in the newspapers.

"Actually, this is a good thing." Wendy took off her glasses, threw away the newspaper and said in a low voice.

"Huh? Yes. The bad guy finally got rid of the law, and the best thing is, it's Gryffindor." Gene nodded, not knowing, and glanced at the Gryffindor Quidditch who was separated by two tables. Odd team captain.

"The school-level Quidditch Friendship Tournament is officially practiced this afternoon, don't forget it." Gene did not forget to remind John and Cyril.

This time Slytherin entered a total of 3 people, but it was considered average.Two hitters and Gene.

I heard that Gene and Gryffindor captain Bill fought hard for the position of Seeker, and finally lost his position and became the goalkeeper.He had been particularly displeased with Gryffindors lately.

"Actually, it's almost the same. Anyway, they are all looking for the ball. One is looking for a small ball, and the other is looking for a big ball. What's the difference?"

——Wendy comforted her boyfriend like this at the time.

"...Honey, playing football is a man's business...you go to interview?"

——Jin, who suppressed his grief, squeezed out a smile, and sent his girlfriend away.

……

"That's not what I'm talking about." Wendy rolled her eyes, and continued: "Someone has always insisted on the dean... It will be beneficial for the dean to capture that person's believer this time..."

Cyril raised his head upon hearing this, glanced at the senior, then lowered his head silently, without expressing any opinion.

The Daily Prophet except for the injustice of Sirius Black.Behind is Peter Pettigrew's Fufa.

There are even more pages than Sirius.

Cyril roughly flipped through it. The person who wrote this report is really very literary.

From the beginning, the Minister of Magic led the people (Snape and Cyril) and his men (staff and Aurors) to heroically capture the rat monster.

"Rat monster???" Isn't it just a big mouse? "—John exclaimed.

Cyril continued to look down. After capturing the Rat Monster, the Minister of Magic had a wrong intuition, and discovered the secret that the Rat Monster was actually a human being, and immediately started the trial.

The trial process was very difficult. Ms. Burns insisted on a fair trial under the veiled instruction of Minister Fudge, and finally achieved a staged progress.Then Deputy Minister Umbridge, adhering to a serious, rigorous and responsible attitude, asked His Excellency McLean to assist in searching for evidence.

"Your dad's up there." - Gene pokes Cyril's shoulder.

"Who is Umbridge?" Bowen, who happened to pass by to say hello to Cyril, poked his head curiously.

"It's this one." Cyril pointed to the hill standing behind Fudge in the photo with a blank expression.

"Oh." Bowen immediately retracted his head, and returned to his girlfriend with pumpkin juice in his face.

A well-known figure in society, the righteous and kind-hearted Mr. McLean has worked hard.He did not hesitate to condescend to cooperate with Muggles and found key evidence.

Then criminals come to justice.

After reading it expressionlessly, Cyril turned to the first page and glanced at the writer.

Daily Prophet Special Correspondent - Rita Skeeter.

"This person...?" Cyril pointed at the name and looked at Wendy questioningly.

"The pen of the Ministry of Magic, this woman dares to write anything, as long as you give her what she wants, she can write anything you want with a pen." Wendy said disdainfully.

"The one used by the Ministry of Magic? Is it the pen used by Fudge and Umbridge?" Cyril confirmed.

"Yes. Sooner or later, I'm going to drive that crazy woman out of that position." Wendy said contemptuously.

"You don't have to drive her away, sister. The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet will be yours sooner or later." Cyril said without raising her head.

"Oh, that sounds good, thank you little prince."

"..."

Cyril stared at the name for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then closed the newspaper casually.

"Dude! Look at your special issue!" Suddenly John called out.

Seeing the magazine-like pamphlet with her big face printed on it in her roommate's hands, Cyril couldn't help but fall on the table with her head in her arms.

The number of people around quickly increased, because everyone was annoyed to find that not every newspaper contained this pamphlet.

The cover is a photo of Cyril at the awards ceremony, so it's more of an album than a special issue.The printing is very beautiful.

It introduced in detail the competition of the five-school alliance, the contestants and the whole process of the competition.

All with color animations.

Xi Ruier took a peek in shame, just in time to see the photo of himself and the demons dancing wildly, and felt short of breath for a moment.

"If you want to watch the complete video of the game, you are welcome to mail-order unlimited playback of the magic crystal display. You only need to use a special card to watch it immediately. ——M&M Magic Image Company." A classmate read the last paragraph of the booklet.

"What is M&M Magic Image Company?" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Cyril suddenly seemed to remember something, and grabbed the booklet.

"M&M"

"Mclean and Malfoy"

"Son, I've learned a lot of interesting things from Muggles recently, and there will be surprises when I come back." Father Benny's words sounded in his mind.

Closing the special issue again, his own photo came into view unexpectedly.

"..."

Using my son as a publicity...it's really a very good advertisement.

……

On the teacher's table, Dumbledore took out a pamphlet from the newspaper, read it for a long time, and handed it to the black-haired black-eyed Potions professor who was absorbed in eating bacon and eggs with a smile.

"What an interesting little thing. Take it back and have a look?"

Snape stopped the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth and hands gracefully with a napkin, and took the booklet.

In fact, he didn't want to read today's newspaper.Because he had expected that half of today's Daily Prophet would be used to praise that stupid dog, and the other half would be used to talk nonsense about yesterday's trial.

But... this brochure...

Snape raised an eyebrow, looking at the goofy little troll on the cover.

"Thank you."

Dumbledore heard his unsmiling colleagues whispering this to him.

After Potions class in the morning, Wendy's "Hogwarts Little Prophet Day" interview went very smoothly. Wendy didn't ask him those strange questions. On the contrary, she gave him a lot of space to say by himself, Talked about a lot of feelings and little-known tidbits of the game, and the atmosphere was very good.

With Senior Sister Wendy in charge, Cyril introduced a lot of things with dignity, and the reporters present from various colleges listened very carefully.

The interschool Quidditch team meeting and practice in the afternoon turned out to be a mess.

The "elites" of each academy have their own playing styles, especially the "red and green factions".

After practicing all afternoon, the Chaser barely got used to throwing the ball in his hands to players from other colleges.

For this reason, Jin rarely decided to briefly shake hands with Gryffindor's captain Bill.

"If it doesn't work, we'll just draw the slices, and we'll compete in three days. We'll be in charge of our own business." Gene said in great pain, holding his head.

"Oh." Bill combed his long red hair, revealing a handsome face.

Cyril suddenly remembered that Wendy said today that she would do an exclusive interview with the Quidditch team, and there were several girls who blushed and snatched Bill.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall came over and stopped the teenagers who were talking.

"The latest notice, gentlemen. The principal said that the team will be reorganized." McGonagall waved the parchment in his hand.

Gene took it, and quickly handed it to Bill after reading it.Then grabbed Cyril and John by the shoulders.

"Professor McGonagall, no matter what, I don't want to be separated from my team members."

"Mr. Flint. This is a random grouping, just to interrupt the order and let everyone fully enjoy the game." McGonagall replied with a smile.

Finally, when Cyril got the new grouping table, he instantly understood why Gene was so resistant.

The grouping table showed that he was in a team with Andre, John, and several other American and German students, and Gene was in a team with Bill, Roland, and the rest of the French.

"Professor! It's not fair!"

"Where is it unfair? Mr. Flint." Professor McGonagall asked with a sullen face.

"Their team is safe!"

"..." Bill, who thought that Gene could tell the truth, turned dark instantly.

……

In the evening, it was time for labor service as usual, and Cyril took a shower and went to the dean's office.

"Professor, what is this?" Cyril looked curiously at the wooden boxes piled up in the corner of the office.

"Magic crystal display." Snape, who was sitting at the desk, said succinctly without raising his head.

"...What are these?" Cyril held the small box next to the wooden box with a very bad feeling.

"Your game record."

"..."

Three hours before the scene was reversed, Benny excitedly got out of the fireplace, and then let the house elf carry a large box.

"Dude, the latest product! Welcome~ By the way, this is my son's game video, if you have time to enjoy my excellent son Cyril, hahaha!"