"What do you want from me?" Anton just looked at the other party with a smile and gently played with the ballpoint pen in his hand.
"Dumbledore asked me to be in charge of the Hogwarts Daily. I need a front-page headline full of topics to open up the newspaper." Emok adjusted his sleeves slowly, raised his eyelids and stared at Anton, his eyes filled with tears.
It's eager.
"I thought you might have something to offer me."
Anton raised his eyebrows and said, "It really does."
"!
Emok suddenly became excited, "What is it?"
"Return to the chess game." Anton stared into his eyes with a smile, "Our cabin has made all the technical reserves, and now we are waiting for the game's chief planner to make the final gameplay development."
"Wizard chess is too ancient and can no longer adapt to the needs of contemporary people. This new version created by our cabin..."
Emok frowned as he watched Anton talk, listening to him blowing the war chess to the limit and reaching the sky.
"This is a kind of subversion!" Anton became more and more excited as he spoke, dancing with joy. "But it does not represent rebellion. It is more in line with the life of wizards in our new era, including Quidditch matches, castle exploration, and battles with dark wizards.
This unique level is exciting and exciting.”
"And our game chief planner has created a unique points system that allows all participants..."
"..."
Finally, Emok became impatient. He stared at Anton closely, "Game chief planner?"
This is a name Anton mentioned frequently.
"Oh~ Dear Editor-in-Chief Aibo, of course it is Hannah Aibo from our cabin." Anton stared at Emok, "Just because she is also a member of the Aibo family, you can't just treat her as a child, no.
Go see her achievements. Hannah’s contribution is unique. It is extremely rare in the wizarding world to have people with such wild imagination and strong logical thinking.”
Emok looked at Anton in silence for a long time.
Anton stared at Emok for a long time with a smile.
Finally, Emok smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I am her elder, and I am very proud of her achievement. Maybe our newspaper should pay more attention to the 'Come Back' game, so that it can help the little wizard keep going."
A passion for in-depth research.”
"Yes." Anton said sincerely, "Hannah has lost a little confidence. She needs some encouragement, and our school newspaper is just the right one."
Emok stood up, took a deep look at Anton, and then glanced at the manuscript on the table, "Then I won't disturb you."
Anton laughed, smiling brightly, "How can you say it's an interruption? You are the editor-in-chief of our school's newspaper. Each of our students particularly supports the "Hogwarts Daily" and hopes that this newspaper can
Do it better.”
He had a kind face, "By the way, I would like to remind you that the next focus is the Quidditch inter-school competition. This is the news that everyone is looking forward to. Several magic schools in Europe will participate, and the venue of the competition is Hogg
Watts, this is definitely the best moment for our newspaper to open up Europe."
Emok nodded, turned around and left without comment.
"Editor Aibo." Anton stopped him.
"?" Emok turned to look at him.
Anton pointed to the stairs not far behind him, "This is the direction to go upstairs."
"Really?" Emok looked at Anton and smiled, his gray hair shaking slightly, "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
Anton smiled as he watched this elegant old man walking towards the second floor, tilting his head, with a slight light surging in his eyes.
I can't see through it.
Who is this guy?
Why is there an inexplicably familiar smell?
Forget it, it's none of my business, just don't mess with me.
Anton simply ignored this person, picked up the ballpoint pen, and continued to write and draw on the notepad.
Exploring the magical world, sorting out the manuscript of "Dumbledore's Wisdom", and finding ways to cure Nagini, Anna and Lupin, these things have already filled up all his time, and he has no interest in mixing in other things.
What’s interesting is that these three things complement each other. Anton can vaguely touch a magical realm. He can’t tell what it is, but the flowers are blooming there, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which is particularly charming.
It's more intoxicating than conspiracy or anything like that.
And don't forget, this is a magic school. Students need to spend a lot of time and energy on their studies and homework, and the time they can squeeze out is limited.
…
…
The weather is getting colder, and Professor Pomona Sprout's mandrake has gradually passed its infancy, but it still needs careful care.
She had to dress the little ones in cute little scarves and little socks.
The sound of this maturing mandrake is already lethal, and if it is not properly insulated, the mandrake will also be affected by the cold throughout the winter, and may even freeze to death.
Professor Sprout was not willing to let those fussy little wizards do these things, so she decided to do it herself.
To put it simply, the herbal medicine class is temporarily suspended so that the little wizards can have some relaxing time outside of class.
this day,
The members of the hut came to Professor Sprout's greenhouse, hoping to help the professor deal with the mandrakes.
Professor Sprout looked at the young wizards seriously.
"Anthony, Hannah, Neville, George, Fred..."
Not bad, they are all children with great talents in herbal medicine.
But she still looked at a few people suspiciously, "This is not an easy thing."
Anton smiled and replied, "Professor, we hope to learn more. We are very interested in herbal medicine. You can visit our cabin next to the Black Lake. We also built our own greenhouse on the third floor."
"Your own greenhouse?" Professor Sprout's chubby face showed a smile, uu reading, "The house made of elephant vines?"
"Yes, Dean, when can you go over and have a look." Hannah looked a little excited. Since she obtained the magical talent of the garden elf, the 'Flower Fairy' from the Hufflepuff inheritance, she has become very good in herbalism.
She is making rapid progress, and she has begun cultivating a fruit vine that can brew its own drinks.
Hannah, who has always been a bit clumsy, longs for recognition from her professors.
"I will go." Professor Sprout patted Hannah's head lovingly, "I'm looking forward to it."
She shook her shoulders and said, "Come in."
In fact, it was mainly Anton's suggestion that the members of the hut come here this time. This is considered a collective activity of the hut.
Everyone agrees with this approach.
Anton has his own considerations.
In his notepad, he has been recording an incident - Hannah accidentally released the 'Pulp Separation' on a mandrake, and peeled off a strange thing full of intertwined black lines from it.
.
This continuously twisting ball of black thread can control her weird-looking rag doll to walk around on the ground.
This black ball of thread...
Especially like the black line of the soul observed by Anton.
And the effect is very similar.
Professor Sprout's mandrake has now entered the 'young' stage from seedling development, and Anton hopes to observe something during the change process of this plant.
Ever since a 'ray of sunshine' lit up in his heart and he could see his true nature, Anton once again regained the enthusiasm and focus on magic he had in the early days of time travel, as well as his initiative and determination towards his own responsibilities.
He once again entered a state where a lot of inspiration suddenly burst out every day.