Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!"Welcome to the Merlin Lodge, everyone!" said the witch warmly as she approached.

"My name is Bertha Jorkins, and I am a staff member of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, and I will welcome everyone into the Merlin Memorial Hall."

Bertha was very excited, even a little excited.

"Everyone, please come with me, here."

Everyone followed her to a gate.

"I really don't want to disturb you, boy." Bertha's voice was full of curiosity. "Are you really the Stark who caught Tywin? Are you really?"

William hesitated and nodded.

"I think so too!" She beamed with joy."I have been reading the "Daily Prophet" recently! I didn't expect Tai Wen to be a Death Eater! You can actually catch him. Can you tell me more details?"

"Do you know? I'm two years higher than Tywin. He is a Ravenclaw, but he is not like Ravenclaw at all. It's a pity... I have been observing him and found that he has an unusual relationship with Potter. "

Bertha seemed to be chattering, and William found that she was a person who likes to listen to gossip.

She seemed to perceive that William was not in the mood to discuss Tywin."I'm sorry to let you listen to my nagging."

William thought Bertha would shut up, but she didn't expect her to continue: "By the way, I heard that Judy Crouch is also involved in this matter?

Judy is the niece of my boss Mr. Crouch. Is it really related to her?To me, Mr. Crouch should hold Judy as close to Azkaban as he did when he was holding his son..."

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, Bertha raised her head in doubt, and apologized: "It's already here."

William followed her gaze and saw an indoor artificial river calmly flowing in front of them, and the river was covered with thick mist.

William looked forward, crossing the Tidal River, and he saw the outline of the Merlin Memorial Hall. The lines intersecting at right angles resembled the Parthenon Temple in ancient Greece.

The spire of the Merlin Monument carved by a monolith is like the solemn mast of a sailing ship under the background of the lights.

"Bertha, let's go first," William said.

"Oh, then go." Bertha was disappointed.

"Go back and I will write to you, and we will continue to talk." A smile was drawn at the corner of William's mouth.

"Okay!" Bertha was happy, "you must tell me any secret news, I won't tell anyone!"

When Bertha walked away, Fred frowned and said, "William, you don't really want to tell her, do you?"

William lowered his voice and said, "Of course I wouldn't tell her, but didn't you find her well informed?"

"Indeed..." George nodded, "In this meeting, Bertha has revealed a lot of things in the ministry."

"We need someone in the ministry," William said. "In the future, our products will certainly not be limited to Hogwarts, but will be sold to the whole of the UK and even other countries. We need to grasp the trends of Ministry of Magic policy in advance."

"Yes." Fred laughed.

Neither Weasley nor Mr. Diggory are suitable. Although the former is well informed, but will not tell the twin brothers, the latter is not so well informed.

Bertha is a good candidate.

"Have you found a strange thing?" Cedric said suddenly.

William nodded and frowned: "Bertha has a very good memory, and he even remembers many things from his student days."

"But the wizard said that Bertha has a bad memory recently and always forgets all kinds of things." Fred said in surprise.

"She is only in her thirties, and it is impossible for her memory to decline suddenly. Generally, in this case, she drank a lot of forgetting potions or was brutally casted the Forgetting Curse." William said.

Either the forgetting potion or the forgetting spell can erase the memory of others.

But this method is extremely rough. If you cast a spell incorrectly, it may erase the more important part of your personal memory and cause irreversible brain damage.

One of the results is to become very forgetful.

Bertha, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, would be cast by someone else's Forgotten Curse. Is the other party too bold?Love Book House www.ishuse.com

William was curious about what Bertha saw.

Soon, everyone walked into the Meilin Memorial Hall.

The hall is a symmetrical semicircular hall in the style of an ancient Greek amphitheater.The elegant arched walls made of sandstone and Italian gypsum accentuate the mottled breccia columns.

Twenty-five life-size statues of the Knights on the Round Table are arranged in an arc shape, standing on an open field paved with large black and white marble tiles.

Several people walked towards the front, and at a glance they saw Flitwick and Professor McGonagall in the front.

Seeing Professor McGonagall, the twin brothers held their breath and dared not say anything.McGonagall is one of the few people they fear most.

With a smile on Hermione's face, Professor McGonagall went to their house a few days ago, persuaded Iris, and took her to Diagon Alley.

McGonagall was also very surprised. She didn't expect to meet Hermione.

Several people sat down on the chairs, and in the next half an hour, their seats gradually filled with people.

Wizards continue to come to say hello. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick have been teaching at Hogwarts for decades, and many wizards are their students.

Mr. Weasley also showed his unusual connections and kept shaking hands with people. Those people looked like wizards with great status.

Soon, the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge came, and a group of people followed him.

Fudge walked over, his face was full of smiles, and he seemed to have caught Ty Wen, which made him feel much better recently.

"William, long time no see, how are you?" He grabbed William's hand and asked him about it. It seemed that the two had a good relationship.

But the last time the two met was in Dumbledore's office.

Fudge introduced him affectionately to the wizard behind him.

"William Stark, you know, the youngest Merlin Medal winner." He told the wizard aloud.

The man was wearing a black robe, and he felt like Professor Snape to William, and he still smelled of potion.

William thought he already knew who it was.

"This is Damcos Bellby..." Fudge patted Bellby on the shoulder, as if he was a close friend with him.

"The inventor of the wolf poison potion, William, you should know who he is... Those pesky werewolves can be saved. As long as they take it one week before the full moon, they will remain sane even if they become wolves. This can be magical. The ministry has saved a lot of effort, but the price is too expensive."

"Connelly, you should know that I didn't plan to announce the wolf poison potion for the time being, but it is still improving, and the cost is too high." Bellby frowned.

"But..." Fudge rubbed his hands. "Friends, there have been too many things a while ago. Everyone needs good news to inspire people. Those werewolves also need potions to save lives.

You see, after you announced it, you immediately received the Merlin Class II Medal, and then you can slowly improve, right?"

William understood it after listening to it for a while. According to Bellby's statement, he is not yet ready to publish the formula of the wolf poison potion, and will not publish it until some improvements will reduce the cost.

This time may be one or two months, maybe one or two years.

But Fudge obviously can't wait. He is a good political player and knows when to announce it so that he can maximize his profits.

Before Tai Wen was arrested, Fudge was so busy that he threw the news out, diverting public attention and reducing a lot of pressure.

William had to sigh that Fudge was really a politician with means.

He glanced at Bellby again.

This potion master is the uncle of his roommate Marcus, and indeed, as Marcus said, their family has a bad relationship with this uncle.

Otherwise William would definitely see Marcus on this occasion.

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