Carriage Storytime

Chris Moen asked, puzzled, "Why are you angry?"

"It's normal for an old married couple to have minor disagreements!" Michael Corner analyzed with great expertise.

"The person who wrote to her must have said something offensive, so she wanted to make a scene and get Mr. Scamander to appease her."

"Hmm..." Anthony Goldstein gave Michael a deep look, revealing a very strange, regretful expression, and finally just shook his head and sighed.

"Back to what we were talking about earlier... My maternal great-grandmother is from Ilvermorny, while my maternal great-grandfather is from Hogwarts, and they always seem to argue about one thing..."

"Whether Hogwarts is better or Ilvermorny is better, at least on this question, the two have never reached a consensus."

"My maternal grandmother has many friends in North America, and they are all thinking of coming to England to try to get into Hogwarts. Of course, this will make her very angry!"

"So that's the difference of opinion!" Terry Boot nodded knowingly. "Of course Hogwarts is better!"

"Anyway, I won't mention this to my maternal grandmother..." Anthony shrugged and turned to look at Wizet.

"Wizet, what exactly happened back then? The Daily Prophet's report wasn't very detailed, so please tell us quickly!"

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." Wizet murmured. "Because the other side came prepared, the situation was very urgent, and the Magical Congress simply didn't have enough manpower."

"Therefore, Chairman Benjamin Graves made a bold decision, adopting the plan I proposed, and communicated with the two Quidditch teams..."

He began to recount the entire process, avoiding any mention of the internal affairs of the Magical Congress and focusing instead on how everyone worked together to resolve the crisis.

With a whistle, the Hogwarts Express started moving, its speed increasing until it left Platform Nine and Three-Quarters behind.

As Wizet narrated, the students who were about to pass by stopped and wanted to hear the whole story.

As the Hogwarts Express left the city and sped through the fields, the area outside the carriages was already packed with students.

"In conclusion... this crisis was brought to an end thanks to everyone's concerted efforts... and thankfully, no accidents occurred, and none of the participants were harmed."

After finishing her last sentence, Wizet took the water glass Luna handed her, took a refreshing sip, and let the slightly sweet floral tea linger on her lips and teeth.

"Wizet, you've got it! Using Quidditch team to counter the Fire Dragon!" Ollivander Wood shouted excitedly from outside the sliding door. "That's the best idea I've ever heard!"

As the students chattered amongst themselves, a loud female voice rang out. "Children, now that you've heard the story..."

"Can we return to our respective carriages in an orderly manner? There are so many people standing here; it's very dangerous!"

The speaker was the Trolley Witch, who would occasionally walk through the aisle, smiling and asking if anyone wanted to buy something to eat.

With the help of the "after-sales witch," the students quickly dispersed, eager to tell more people about the incident.

"Hogwarts Express, it's been a long time since something like this has happened..." The after-sales witch walked into the carriage carrying a lot of snacks.

She placed the snacks in the empty space and said, "Please don't be shy, everyone. This is just a small token of my appreciation after hearing a wonderful story."

After saying this, she pushed the trolley away, her leisurely voice drifting into the carriage, "Honey, would you like to buy something to eat? We have candy, cakes, snacks, pies, and all sorts of other things..."

Without any pretense, Anthony, holding a Cauldron Cake, exclaimed, "This is absolutely bizarre... it feels even more bizarre than my great-grandmother's story!"

He blinked, and said in a somewhat dazed tone, "Those are Fire Dragon! So many Fire Dragon appearing together, it's unimaginable how spectacular that must be!"

"Luna, your father is the editor-in-chief of * the Quibbler *, right?" Michael suddenly thought of something. "Have you ever considered... writing this story down and then trying to get it published?"

"I definitely have to buy it!" Terry said, raising his hand. "The Quibbler's style is hand-drawn, and I feel like it really brings the picture to life!"

Luna pondered, "Yesterday, the editor-in-chief of L·C·A·Comic Publishing House came to see Dad, intending to adapt the story into a comic book."

"L·C·A·Comic Publishing House? That publishing house is very famous!" Terry said exaggeratedly. "The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle was published by that publishing house!"

"Won't Wizet become very famous?" Michael exclaimed. "How many girls will be there then..."

Before Michael could finish speaking, Wizet shook his head and said, "They will redesign the character's image; this is my request."

"I mainly don't want to attract too much attention. Sometimes too much attention can easily affect our normal lives, and there's already this trend now."

"Many people are only interested in what happened at the time, and that comic book should meet that requirement. I think it's a good solution."

"That's true!" All the roommates agreed.

They all understood that Wizet did these things not to show off, but simply because she happened to have someone to lend a hand.

Based on their understanding of Wizet, they knew Wizet would much rather spend her time in the library, exploring all sorts of magical knowledge.

Instead of being like Lockhart, who spends all his time on hairstyling and posing, but has no real talent or skills.

Time passed quickly and it was already afternoon. Just as Cho Chang and Penelope finished visiting each other, the Weasley twins appeared at the sliding door.

They grinned, but their tone was unusually serious. "Vizet Lovegood, the name of the England wizard, defeated the Fire Dragon and protected the homeland!"

"His staff is like lightning, his heart is like fire, and his name will be forever engraved in our hearts."

Amid Luna's giggles, Wizet couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Stop it... Fred, George, long time no see! How was Egypt?"

"It's alright!" Fred and George sighed in unison. "It's definitely not as exciting as what you experienced in North America."

Fred said, "Just now when I passed a carriage, I saw Wood stamping his feet and beating his chest, probably regretting why he didn't go to New York this summer."

"Yes! His dream is to marry Quidditch ..." George shook his head and sighed, "He's so envious of you working with two professional teams at once."

"I still have connections with those two Quidditch teams..." Wizet said. "If you really want to become Quidditch player, maybe I can help you get in touch?"

"I suggest we don't say anything now..." Fred quickly stopped him. "Given Wood's current mental state, I feel like he's going to go crazy right now!"

"That's right!" George nodded in agreement. "He might even want to marry you right away, so let's wait for him to calm down a bit more!"