Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 777: Treasure Boy

  Chapter 778 Treasure Boy

  "Why are you here?"

  Albert had just left from Hagrid, and on his way back to the castle, he met an acquaintance who was not supposed to be at Hogwarts.

  "I was invited here."

  Rita Skeeter's eyes moved down, her eyes fell on the slightly swaying suitcase in Albert's hand, and she asked curiously, "What's in your suitcase?"

   "How many Galleons did old Malfoy give you?" Albert asked suddenly.

   "He's generous," Rita Skeeter said with a smile.

   "That guy is really rich." Albert sneered, "I don't know how many Galleons that guy has spent on killing Hagrid's Hippogriff."

   "Do you think the Hippogriff is innocent?" Rita Skeeter seemed to be interested and wanted to interview Albert's thoughts on the matter.

   "This matter is actually very simple." Albert said calmly, "Someone deliberately grabbed the dog's tail, but was bitten by the dog. Instead, he blamed the dog for its bad behavior and beat the dog to death with his backhand."

   "You know very well." Rita Skeeter has naturally understood this matter, and the actual situation is really similar to this.

   However, the truth has nothing to do with her.

   She is a reporter.

   is only responsible for newspaper sales.

   The so-called truth is really not that important in the face of hot sales.

   "Who do you think will win this time?" Rita Skeeter demanded.

   "Hagrid couldn't have won from the beginning, and the reason: because he had no money or power to bribe Ministry officials, naturally he couldn't win."

   "Do you think the Ministry of Magic is corrupt?" Rita Skeeter continued.

   "At least, there's never been justice." Albert stopped and said to Rita Skeeter, "I can tell you something, and in a while, you'll understand me I mean."

  "What's going to happen?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously. "Is it true that you are a prophet?"

  "If you want to know, just wait."

   "Well, then can you tell me what's in the suitcase? The suitcase seems to be moving." Rita Skeeter refocused her attention on the slightly trembling suitcase.

   "There's a Boggart in there," Albert said without hesitation: "Just got it from Hagrid. What, are you interested in writing a story about Boggart?"

   said, Albert gestured to open the box and released the Boggart in the box for the other party to see.

  "No, I'm not interested, I'm actually more interested in you."

  "Unfortunately, I'm not interested in you."

  "People are very interested in you. Well, don't go, I can sneak a secret to you."

   "Not interested." Albert turned his head and left.

  Rita Skeeter had to hurry to keep up. She felt like she was facing a stinky and hard rock, and her whole body was touched.

   "I heard that the Wizengamore is going to give you the title of Wizengamore UK Youth Representative." Rita Skeeter stared at Albert's face to see what he knew about this. reaction.

   "You know, I don't really like my news in newspapers," Albert warned. "I don't want our conversations in newspapers."

  "Of course I know, I won't make it in the paper, I promise."

   "Your guarantee is worthless." Albert said calmly, "Of course, I'm not afraid of you doing that, because you can't afford the consequences."

   For some reason, Rita Skeeter only felt chills and the smile on her face froze when she heard this.

  "We are a partnership, and I have always honored our agreement."

   "Well, I did hear about it from other friends," said Albert, "I didn't get a specific notification though, so I figured what the Wizengamore UK youth representative should be. Just a rumor."

   "As far as I know, there is indeed such a thing. It is said that it is still going through the process of the Ministry of Magic." Rita Skeeter hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice, "They gave a lot of money."

   "Oh." Albert nodded to show that he knew.

  "Your reaction is really abnormal."

  "Otherwise, what else do you want me to do? It's just a representative of the British youth from Wizengamot. It's all the same."

   After saying that, Albert went to the hall with the suitcase.

  "Are they all the same?"

  Rita Skeeter suddenly felt bored.

   is also true, Albert already has two world-class titles on his head, who knows if he will have more titles?

   If he continues to participate, this is really a possibility.

   The halo on his head is about to blind others, and the title of a Wizengamore British youth representative is really optional.

  According to the latest information obtained by Rita Skeeter, Albert seems to have invented a very important spell and is expected to receive the Merlin Medal.

   They just can't hold back and really have to make room for that guy unless they really want to be a joke.

   "Oh, what a treasure boy, it's a pity that you can't dig it out, it's such a waste." Rita Skeeter murmured as she watched Albert leave.

  Rita Skeeter really didn't dare to dig, for fear of dying on the spot, the cold feeling just now was not an illusion, that guy was definitely not as gentle as he appeared.

  "You know him well?"

   Shortly after Albert left, a voice sounded next to Rita Skeeter.

   "Interviewed him once, a very difficult person to deal with," Rita Skeeter replied.

   "I thought that was your area of ​​expertise." Lucius Malfoy walked towards the castle foyer.

  "Writing about him is worthless."

  Rita Skeeter noticed a blond boy beside Lucius Malfoy, "This is the client, can I interview him?"

   "Now is not the right time, you can wait until the appeal is over before doing the interview." Lucius motioned for Draco to shut up.

   "Where is the appeal site, Dumbledore's office?" Rita Skeeter casually asked for a topic.

   "Yes, it's in the principal's office. I'm here to pick up Draco to hear the appeal. Well, I think the representative of the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures should be here soon." Lucius took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. Looking at the time, "Dumbledore is a good Witness. Look, they've arrived."

  Two wizards are walking towards this direction, one is very old, the other is tall, with a shiny ax in his hand.

   "I thought you wouldn't come." The middle-aged wizard greeted Lucius.

  "I really didn't think about it, but..."

  Lucius didn't want this to be an accident, so he came over himself and brought Rita Skeeter with him.

   Before that, he also spent a fortune in Galleons to make sure that Rita Skeeter's coverage only showed what he wanted to see.

   When several people entered the castle, they noticed that there were several bad eyes staring at them.

   They turned their heads and found that Harry and his two good friends were looking at the few people here with a look of disgust.

  "That's Harry Potter, the famous savior."

  Lucius had a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth and introduced to the people around him, "However, I heard that he was being chased by Black."

  Draco didn't forget the thing he was beaten the day before, smiled maliciously at the three of Harry, turned his head to Rita Skeeter and said, "Potter has always wanted to help that hippogriff. The winged beasts excused themselves, and they even wanted to let the beast go, if it weren't for the big..."

   "Shut up, Draco." Lucius glared at his son.

  After the group disappeared, Ron spat on the ground in disdain and said in disgust, "That's what the Ministry of Magic calls an appeal, they even have an axe ready, it's disgusting."

   "Don't forget, Albert won't let us get involved in this." Hermione glared at Ron.

  "I regret it."

  Harry looked at the backs of those people leaving, and said gloomily, "Last time, I shouldn't have stopped you from turning Malfoy into a beast."

   "If Buckbeak loses his head because of it, put Malfoy's head down the toilet," Ron suggested. "That beast only deserves shit."

   "We should trust Albert, he will definitely prepare everything, Hagrid will not lose the appeal easily." Hermione actually wanted to go to Albert, but she was worried that she would screw things up .

   In fact, Albert really taught Hagrid’s appeal skills and special cards, but those were obviously not to help Hagrid through the current difficulties, but to disgust the Malfoy family.

   At this moment, in the principal's office.

  Hagrid was sorting out the hand card Albert gave him yesterday, took out a water bottle from his pocket, and poured a large sip of tranquilizer into his mouth.

  "I'm glad you're ready to appeal." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was drinking water and asked, "Mr. Anderson gave you the tranquilizer?"

   "He said I should drink some tranquilizers so that I can express my thoughts clearly during the appeal, so as not to be swayed by my emotions." Hagrid took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "He also Prepared these hand cards for me, and I will definitely win the lawsuit today."

   "Mr. Anderson is as reliable as ever." Dumbledore looked at the calm Hagrid and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He also knew that Hagrid had little chance of winning.

   "Actually, Anderson once told me that I had little chance of winning, so I was mentally prepared, so he made me drink more tranquilizers. He always said that panicking would not solve the problem." Hagrid's cheeks were a little stiff. His mood didn't seem as calm as his face, and his hands were still shaking slightly. The blood of giants obviously had some resistance to potions.

   "Didn't that Mr. Anderson think of a better way for you?" asked the portrait on the headmaster's office wall: "I hear he's the smartest student ever at Hogwarts. But, what the hell, How could he be sorted into Gryffindor."

   "That's Mr. Anderson's own will." The sorting hat on the shelf indicated that he was not to blame.

   "Yes. Albert asked me to send Buckbeak away when there was an accident at the beginning of the school year. I now regret not listening to his advice." Hagrid really regretted that he didn't listen to Abel special suggestion.

  "Prescient," said another portrait, "I heard that Mr. Anderson was also a prophet."

   "I heard from an old friend that the Ministry of Magic was going to give him the title of Wizengamore UK Youth Representative." The portraits in the office stopped pretending to be asleep, and all got up to chat, but this topic seemed a bit off the mark. .

   "No." Hagrid suddenly said, "The Ministry of Magic seems to have deliberately stuck the title, saying that it is going through the process. It is estimated that when the Ministry of Magic has completed the process, Albert will be an adult."

   "It's just a broken title, even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't give it to him. With the level of Albert's performance, I doubt that he can get all the awards before graduation."

  "It's really hard to imagine that such a genius is a Muggle wizard."

   "Don't be silly Evra, that kid isn't a Muggle." Phineas interrupted rudely: "The guy you're talking about has Smith blood."

   "Albert is a pure-blood wizard?" Hagrid's eyes widened, he felt something was wrong, because Albert had said that his parents were Muggles.

  "I think Mr. Anderson should know." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said calmly: "But he probably doesn't want anyone to mention it either."

   Dumbledore's words aroused the curiosity of the portraits, and they were all curious about what the Smiths did to let a genius wander outside.

   "Because of some unpleasant things, Mr. Anderson's grandfather was kicked out of the Smith house, so their relationship is quite bad." Dumbledore did not intend to elaborate on this matter.

   "I know." Phineas said suddenly.

   "Hurry up and say Phineas, don't hide your appetite." The portraits began to criticize Phineas.

  An elderly man even waved his cane at Phineas, threatening, "Speak up or I'll beat you up."

  "Squib."

  The headmaster's office suddenly fell into a dead silence. In most wizarding families, Squibs are a sensitive topic and a taboo that no one wants to mention.

   However, the most ironic thing is that the descendant of the Squib is actually a genius.

  The silence in the principal's office was broken by a sudden knock on the door ~IndoMTL.com~ The portraits on the walls pretended to be asleep.

  Hagrid opened the door and saw Lucius who followed the others in. He could hardly contain the anger in his heart, "What are you doing here?"

   "Dear friend, please believe me, if possible, I don't want to come to hear your appeal." There was a sneer on the corner of Lucius' mouth.

   "Okay, it's almost time, let's get started!" Dumbledore waved his wand and pulled out a few armchairs out of thin air.

   "Draco, be by my side." Lucius pulled his son away from Hagrid, for fear that he would go mad and hurt his son.

   "Okay, then we will now proceed to the appeal of the Hippogriff's wounding incident." After seeking Dumbledore's approval, the elderly wizard took a parchment out of his pocket and read After finishing the contents on the parchment, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hagrid, you don't agree with the first death sentence, and hope that the sentence can be changed to compensate the victim's medical expenses, right?"

  "Yes."

   "So, you agree that the hippogriff is guilty, right?"

  (end of this chapter)