Chapter 373 Professor, look at this pot (acridine for a monthly pass!)
Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and the quiet Hogwarts Castle gradually woke up.
What was different from usual was that in the thin morning mist outside the castle, many little wizards could already be seen walking back and forth.
Since each college has been assigned a small farm, students have unconsciously regarded this land as their own back garden. Many people like to go to the vegetable garden of their college when they have nothing to do.
Although Hogwarts is a magic school, there are still strict restrictions on the spellcasting areas for young wizards. In addition to classrooms, there are clear spellcasting bans in both the castle corridors and the common room.
However, the college vegetable garden located on the land outside the castle is the default playground for professors.
Here, students can perform magic as they wish, whether they are using magic spells to speed up the growth of crops, or trying new magic spells that they have not mastered yet, without any professors interfering.
Of course, the premise is that you don't practice any "splitting spell" or "explosion spell" on the vegetables in the ground, otherwise you will easily be beaten to death by your classmates from your own college, and then you can find a pit with good Feng Shui to directly bury them to gain weight...
In fact, for most little wizards, they witness with their own eyes the joy and sense of accomplishment brought by the harvest after their efforts, as the seeds they sow emerge from the ground little by little, sprout, grow leaves, bloom, and bear fruit.
It's already more fun than mastering a brand new magic.
Not to mention, when these crops will be directly linked to their three meals a day.
These days, many students have developed the habit of getting up early to cultivate and maintain the vegetable gardens of their own colleges. Sometimes, the little wizards of Ravenclaw College even pick some fresh fruits and bring them directly to the dining table.
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Therefore, when Cornelius Fudge arrived at Hogwarts Castle with a group of Ministry of Magic officials...
"Professor Dumbledore, what is that?"
Standing on the pontoon at the main entrance of Hogwarts Castle, Cornelius Fudge pointed to the wetland by the Black Lake not far away, looked at Albus Dumbledore beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
If he saw it correctly, it seemed that the students were...farming?!
"Ah, over there is the vegetable garden of Slytherin House."
Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at the direction of Fudge's finger, with a smile in his eyes, and replied softly, "It seems that they should be carrying out a new round of sowing and casting spells. After all, the vegetables on the Slytherin table were consumed yesterday."
Somewhat big.”
As the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was naturally also concerned about the strange-smelling food that appeared on the Slytherin House principal's table yesterday. He even thought for a time that Elena wanted to take revenge on Slytherin House.
However, judging from the final results of the kitchen feedback, the "empty rate" on the Slytherin table is actually the highest in the school.
This also made Dumbledore completely relieved and no longer planned to interfere too much with the work in the kitchen - there is a hierarchy of knowledge and expertise, and Dumbledore has never been in the habit of showing off in areas he is not good at.
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"Sowing? Consumption? I believe I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore."
At this moment, a shrill, thin voice that looked like a little girl making a fuss suddenly sounded from Fudge's right.
I saw a short and fat witch with a broad, saggy face and a big mouth drooping down, like a big pale toad, took a step forward, looked at Dumbledore and said
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Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of Magic, and one of Cornelius Fudge's most trusted right-hand men.
"But according to your explanation just now, it seems that the students of Hogwarts now need to farm their own land to support themselves?"
A false smile appeared on Umbridge's face, and there was a hint of indifference in her two round, slightly protruding eyes.
"I'm not criticizing the way you run the school, but I think that young wizards of this age should probably devote more energy to learning magic, instead of farming like house elves, or fantasizing about some illusory history.
story."
The purpose of the Ministry of Magic's arrival this time is not just to discuss issues regarding the Chamber of Secrets.
In fact, despite pressure from Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge chose to support the "Hogwarts calendar".
But from the perspective of the Ministry of Magic, the "Ministry of Magic conspiracy theory" implicitly mentioned in the article "The Quibbler" is not a pleasant thing - and more importantly, as a pure-blood wizard
Cornelius Fudge, who came from a family background, knew very well that once the concept of the Magical Era was fully formed, Hogwarts' reputation would be extremely frighteningly blessed.
However, Cornelius Fudge, who had just been lucky enough to become the Minister of Magic because of Dumbledore's rejection last year, did not have any intention of confronting Albus Dumbledore at this time. He knew very well that his
position.
In this situation, Umbridge is undoubtedly the most suitable person to serve as a sounding board.
"The Hogwarts College Farm is also to enhance students' control over magic. Starting from last weekend, students from each college will be responsible for a piece of land and plant some simple crops - regarding this, you can consult the school board, and
Professors, this is the result of unanimous discussion by everyone."
Dumbledore nodded politely towards Umbridge and replied mildly.
"As for students' special research on the history of magic, we have always held a positive attitude, but the wording and rigorous content may still need to be discussed. I think this is also one of the main agendas of our discussion today.
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With the development of the magic world around the world, the impact on the old British magic world is undoubtedly the most obvious.
You must know that the North American wizarding world has broken away from the original gold Galleons currency system and independently uses Dragot for settlement and measurement units. And in the distance, Ilvermorny Magic School, Durmstrang Magic School...
A number of magic schools have also gradually flourished, and they have been eyeing Hogwarts' "status in the world".
If nothing is done, the voice and influence of the traditional British wizarding community in the world will only become smaller and smaller.
The emergence of the Magical Era based on the "Hogwarts Calendar" is no less than a powerful shot in the arm for both the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, or to be more precise - [
Magical Wonders].
In this new wave of time that may sweep across the entire magical world, what is the direction and cornerstone of the trend, and who will have the dominant say, are undoubtedly the issues that the Ministry of Magic is most concerned about.
"No, no, no, I think that article was written quite rigorously!"
Cornelius Fudge looked at Dumbledore with a smile on his face, flattered him lightly, and took the initiative to take over the topic.
"We dare not talk about discussions and discussions. In fact, we mainly want to provide some reference opinions. After all, in terms of historical records, the Ministry of Magic also has a considerable number of top-secret files, which can provide support and support for your subsequent publication of articles."
There is no doubt that the name "Teresa Apokalis" is just a cover.
It only took the Ministry of Magic less than half a day to determine that there was no family with such a surname in the world, and no witch with that name existed.
And then Ms. Bathilda Bagshot's active support explained everything - in today's wizarding world, except for Albus Dumbledore, no one can speak to this terrifying seniority and age.
Authority helped.
"I said, I didn't write that article." Dumbledore frowned.
"Oh, yes, yes." Cornelius Fudge nodded, "Miss Apocalis wrote it, I understand."
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