Just when the retired old devil took advantage of his vacation time to grandly take his little granddaughter and of course... and her best friends on a day trip to the devil's lair, the patron saint who had repeatedly thwarted the Dark Lord's plot and saved the magical world
At this time, he was sitting in his office, looking at the shining fireplace in the room with a sad expression.
It wasn't until he got up this morning that he finally understood what Grindelwald meant by "doing his best" and "hastily" helping him contact more famous wizards "under limited time".
An understatement.
On the desk, a roll of parchment was filled with rows of cursive names that looked like circles within circles.
Next to this roll of parchment, there is a stack of thick replies. Each reply represents a well-known wizard who will come to attend the "Hogwarts Talent Exchange Conference" today. If Albus
·If Dumbledore counts correctly, at least thirty-nine "guests" will visit the Hogwarts principal's office today.
As for why I say "and", it's because...
Dumbledore raised his head, glanced melancholy at the crowded office, and sighed silently in his heart.
Different from the peaceful "seniors' lounge" in the past, the current Hogwarts principal's office is like a balloon, which has been forcibly expanded to at least four or five times its size under the influence of magic.
But even so, the spacious and comfortable semicircular living room is now full of wizards.
A small group of wizards gathered around each of the four deans of Hogwarts. Most of them held their resumes in their hands, arguing and discussing excitedly, or dancing and raising their opinions to the deans.
Of course, more people gathered around Dumbledore's desk, waiting for the old man to finish the "work" in his hands.
It seems that there is no way to hide. Although theoretically speaking, Hogwarts is fully qualified to complete a large-scale expansion of enrollment. So many outstanding wizards are indeed an unexpected blessing, but the problem is...
In Dumbledore's original expectation, Grindelwald could only "shake" less than ten people in a hurry!
The old man put down his quill, pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and said with a gentle expression, "I can roughly guess the confusion in your hearts at this time. The education reform at Hogwarts is a brand new attempt, even for me...
"
"Education reform...attempt?"
Suddenly, a thin old man with a withered face interrupted.
"Why don't you just say that you are re-formulating the educational methods that have been passed down for nearly a thousand years at Hogwarts? This is so funny! It's so ridiculous! Albus, have you been living in the Muggle world for the past year?
?You actually plan to let Hogwarts learn from some Muggle school models, and add so many new things in one breath."
"Only weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial..."
On the other side, Gilderoy Lockhart shook his finger and said carelessly.
"Mr. Damocles, as a fellow recipient of the Order of Merlin, I do not agree with your opinion. On the contrary, I am looking forward to new challenges in Hogwarts, whether it is the alchemy passed down from ancient times, or the
It’s the Chinese class I’m teaching now.”
The young wizard's gleaming white teeth and his inexplicably familiar tone formed a sharp contrast with the wizened old wizard next to him who had obtained Merlin's Level 2 Prologue for his invention of Wolfsbane potion.
Damocles Belby's face darkened, as if he had accidentally eaten a fly.
He looked at the careless wizard next to him with an unkind expression, and suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. This young junior who had been naughty in the crowd since just now was actually a Hogwarts student.
Officially a professor?
"Sorry, this... um, Mr. Lockhart."
The old wizard had a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes and looked Gilderoy Lockhart up and down, and said harshly.
"Obviously, the reasons why these two courses have not appeared in the Hogwarts curriculum before are not exactly the same. What I object to, including the Chinese class you teach, are those who do not know
The so-called courses..."
"But times have changed, and today's young people need to master these basic life language skills."
Gilderoy Lockhart responded with a smile, as if he was conducting a press conference.
"The language and literature course I teach is not only to help them learn how to express themselves clearly, but more importantly, it is to interpret the magic recorded in obscure words by those... well, wizards who are not good at words.
Knowledge."
Compared with a year ago, Gilderoy Lockhart has not abandoned his own style.
The re-recognition of his strength and future these days has, to a certain extent, further strengthened his confidence when he appeared in front of others - after all, as a person who can compete with Nico Flamel and Gellert Grindelwald
The jovial "SCP Foundation-05 Council Member" is no longer the ordinary novelist who was always worried about being exposed.
Gilderoy Lockhart, on the other hand, knew very well the purpose of his appearance here today.
Albus Dumbledore is not good at arguing with others, nor is he suitable for arguing with others. As one of the few external spokespersons of the Destiny Group, his most important task is to block those doubts and attract hatred and disputes.
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"Who are you talking about who is not good at speaking and whose writing is obscure?!"
Damocles Belby moved his fingers, as if he wanted to take out the wand from his pocket.
"Ahem, interrupt me, gentlemen."
However, before he could finish his words, a strange dry laughter suddenly sounded in their ears.
Damocles Belby subconsciously turned his head and saw that a short and fat witch had appeared in the room at some point.
She has a broad, saggy face, a big mouth drooping downward, her eyes are big, round and bulging outward, and she wears a small black velvet bow on her short temple hair, as if she had just left the house.
A large pale toad jumped out of the fireplace flame.