Hogwarts: Frog Cub Brings Back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the Start

"A candidate for minister?"

Lou En's hand holding the cup paused slightly, and looked at Lockhart with some doubts.

When did this thing happen?

Why doesn't he have any news at all...

"Don't you usually read the daily newspaper, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, a report written by that crazy woman named Rita.

Lockhart put the daily newspaper on the table in front of him and said helplessly.

"The little story above is about the next guess for a job at the Ministry of Magic, and it's got my name in it, as well as that of Barty Crouch - but that guy's since his son became a Death Eater. , I am afraid the chance of becoming a minister is very slim.99

Having said this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Although I don't know why the female reporter who talks nonsense every day writes such a report, it is enough to see that my reputation in the British wizarding world is still very good.

Reports written by Rita?

Lou En took a sip of sweet mead, and then put his eyes on the newspaper in his hand.

The headline is about the eleven players in the Triwizard Tournament, in which he also sees his own name.

Below the headline is a small line of subtitles.

[Most Promising Candidate for Minister of Magic - Rita Skeeter]

It seems that Riddle's side has almost attacked the Beetle...

Otherwise, she would not have taken the risk to write such a report.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lou En's mouth.

"I usually like to watch "The Quibbler", and there will inevitably be some omissions in some news."5

He shrugged and said.

"What's so good about that messy newspaper..."

The corners of Lockhart's mouth twitched slightly, and he said slightly speechless.

"So what about the deal between you and Riddle?"

Lou En asked.

He could probably guess the transaction between the two of them.

It's nothing more than a group of troublesome dark wizards coming out from Knockturn Alley from time to time, and then Lockhart, who is an Auror, "risks his life" to arrest...

With the combination of these two men, Lockhart was able to move up the ranks in the Ministry of Magic.

"The effect is good, Riddle is worthy of being V... Mysterious Man, I can still be a candidate in the daily newspaper, or rely on the cooperation with him.

Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

Since the two of them cooperated, his figure appeared on the headlines of various daily newspapers from time to time.

It's all about fighting dark wizards!

Prestige naturally piled up quickly.

"By the way, in this Triwizard Tournament, our Auror department will also pass, and maybe I will become the judge of the score.

Having said this, Lockhart couldn't help but laugh, looking smug.

"What's the matter with your Aurors in the Tournament?"

Lou En asked with some doubts.

"It's those fire dragons—that's what your next game will be about. There are eleven fire dragons in total, and our Auror department is responsible for safety."5

"After all, those fire dragons are not easy to control... If they get out of control, it is estimated that Dumbledore will receive a flood of complaints the next day."

Lockhart answered with the teacup in his hand.

Hearing these words, Lou En couldn't help shaking his head.

The Ministry of Magic has to be very cautious in this area, and the slightest mistake will be nipped in the bud.

After chatting with Lockhart about Knockturn Alley, Lou En got up and left the pub.

If we continue to chat like this, I am afraid it will be late at night.

Not to mention, his lovely girlfriend is still waiting for him in the teahouse.

Lockhart's pigeons can be placed anywhere, after all, he is just one of his own tool people - like this kind of tool people, he has several more.

Miss Hermione was different, she was just such a girlfriend.

Hogwarts.

The bright moonlight poured on the thick snow, reflecting the bright candlelight in the auditorium through the mottled patterned glass.

The fireplace was burning, and sparks were blowing gently in the air.

After returning from Hogsmeade Village, it was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Since Lou En and Hermione came back with the little wizards who went out, they also happened to meet Harry.

On the way back to the auditorium.

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"I knew Sirius wouldn't just give chocolate balls, he already told me to prepare a Christmas surprise!"

Harry held his excited tone and said at the table.

The chocolate balls given last time...to be honest, he was still a little disappointed.

After all, there is only one chocolate ball for Christmas, which looks too cheap.

Ginny, who was sitting next to him, was wrapped in a thick scarf and looked at the happy Harry with a smile.

Ronald is also playing an exciting wizard game with Neville.

The whole atmosphere seemed lively and lively.

Fred and George were whispering something, and their eyes looked at the professor seat not far away from time to time.

Lou En sat next to Erza, watching her tease Tom Cat.

"Professor Flitwick seems to have invited Mrs. Hooch to the Christmas ball, and even Sprooney has found a dance partner!

Fred's voice came from the opposite side, and instantly attracted the attention of several people.

"No way, Professor Flitwick and Mrs Hooch?"

Hermione shook her head quickly, throwing the weird image out of her mind.

These two are not tall enough to be dance partners, right?

"You two aren't going to get fake news from Lee Jordan again, are you?

Ronald asked in disbelief.

"How is it possible, this is what I saw with my own eyes!"

George said solemnly.

"What I saw at Three Broomsticks was that Professor Flitwick was inviting Mrs Hooch.

"And I've asked about other professors, and everyone has a dance partner more or less.

"What about Snape?"

Harry couldn't help but cut in and asked.

"Do you think Snape will go to the dance?

Fred shook his head and said.

"Well... it doesn't seem to be. 99

Harry hesitated to answer.

"It seems that only our Gryffindor dean has no dance partner. Professor McGonagall is too pitiful..."

George said schadenfreudely.

Hearing this sentence, Lou En, who was sitting across from him, was stunned.

Poor Professor McGonagall without a dance partner?-.