"Stop you from embarrassing Hogwarts in front of the other two schools." Snape said with the utmost care.
"Okay, okay." Kayson shrugged helplessly. Anyway, he didn't want to kneel down at first, he just wanted to scare Dumbledore.
Dumbledore glared at Kayson vaguely, and then looked at Ollivander: "Please, the braves are waiting for you to check the wand."
As Dumbledore led Ollivander towards the brave hut, the whole Great Hall once again presented a situation where there were no tigers in the mountains.
And Kayson is the old god sitting on the chair waiting for the meal.
But soon Sirius came over angrily and sat down next to Kayson.
"What's wrong with you? Did you take some gun medicine?" Kayson asked in confusion.
"The room I was in just now, there was a very annoying reporter in the room. Do you know that reporter? His name is Rita Skeeter. He is just a rumormonger. He doesn't care about the reputation of Harry and the others for his own article!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said.
"So? Logically speaking, you shouldn't have taken out the wand yet? You shouldn't be here?" Kayson asked in confusion.
Sirius nodded. "I also wanted to take out my magic wand, but I was stopped by Dumbledore. He said you had a way to help me."
Kayson showed a smile, "I do have three strategies to help you, it depends on what you choose."
"Tell me first, what's the best strategy?" Sirius asked.
"The best policy is to let Harry study hard and make progress every day, and slap that Rita Skeeter in the face with real results."
Sirius shook his head. "This performance depends on fate, and in this special form, if Harry is too good, he will easily encounter danger, so just let nature take its course."
The old god Kayson was still sitting on the chair. "I still have a plan. I can directly use your Black family's power to block that reporter. If you can't find a relationship, can't you just buy Daily Prophet directly?"
Sirius blushed. "Daily Prophet is an official microphone, they don't sell it."
Kayson sighed, "Then there is no other option." He casually took out a few diamond shovels, and then casually waved towards the study seats below. Almost the next second, the entire Great Hall vibrated.
In the blink of an eye, all the little wizards of level three or above appeared behind Kayson.
When Sirius and the other two schools were still confused, Kayson had already distributed the diamond shovels to a dozen young wizards who were light-handed and bold but had dark hearts.
"Follow Sirius to do something."
He waved his hand casually and said.
"So... that's it, it's over?" Sirius said in surprise.
"You only need to take them to Rita Skeeter, and they will know how to do the rest." Kayson nodded.
"Oh... Okay, come with me, everyone." Sirius nodded tentatively, and led more than a dozen little wizards to squat down where Rita Skeeter left the only road that Hogwarts must pass.
Soon, Rita Skeeter and her photographer came out.
Sirius's eyes sharpened, and before he could react the next moment, Arthur, an old senior in the seventh grade, stood up and quickly pulled out his wand like an American Iai and fired two shots at Rita Skeeter and her photographer Expelliarmus.
After he succeeded, he rushed over with a small shovel like a political commissar and banged twice.
"You guys are digging holes, you guys are tying people up, Blake first, go take a look at their photos and manuscripts." Arthur quickly took control of the situation and said.
"Oh... oh... you will definitely have a future after graduation." Sirius said in a daze. After so many years since he graduated, has Hogwarts's senior class evolved to this extent?
He doesn't look like a little wizard in any way, mainly.
On the other side, Great Hall and Ludo Bagman suddenly came up with an idea. "So you also think taking pictures is a bad idea, don't you? Keep it as a souvenir."
"Then you may need to find Ms. Rita Skeeter. If she knows that we took the photo without her, none of us will be able to disgrace her. If you can find her," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.
"Why can't I find it? Please show me the way." Ludo Bagman put his wand flat in his hand and recited the spell.
Soon the magic wand pointed in a direction for him. "Look, we can also ask the cameraman to take a professional photo for us sometimes." Ludo Bagman said excitedly.
Dumbledore followed helplessly. He didn't know what step Xian Ruli had taken. Maybe they hadn't taken action yet?
But soon, reality told Dumbledore the cruel truth. Sirius sat on a tree stump in the corner, meditating quietly.
Rita Skeeter and her photographer were ordered by Arthur to bury them neatly into the soil with a series of little wizards.
How do you say that?
The ancestors were buried vertically, and the descendants must be buried in a canopy.
From here it can be seen that the descendants of these two will definitely be indistinguishable in the future.
At this time, Arthur was still looking at the large group of people coming towards him. He inserted his wand into his belt and said, "Hello, professors and guests."
"Oh... um... these two are..." Ludo Bagman leaned over and asked in embarrassment.
"Obviously, [has offended someone who shouldn't have been offended." Arthur said concisely and comprehensively.
"Sirius?" Ludo Bagman looked towards Sirius cosplaying as the meditator.
"It's a shame it wasn't him."
"Oh... In that case, why don't we dig out these two poor people as a rule?" Ludo Bagman then asked.
"No." Arthur shook his head.
Ludo Bagman looked back at Dumbledore in trouble, but Dumbledore just shook his head, and the meaning was very clear.
I can't control it, I can't control it, I don't want to control it.
"Oh..." Ludo Bagman looked at Cedric again, and the latter shrugged helplessly. After all, he and Arthur were not very familiar. They only communicated in the alchemy class.
You can't become a brave man on your own, and then point fingers at your seniors on the back, right?
"So... I don't have any words for what I said." Ludo Bagman saw that there was no help from the off-field, so he could only look at Arthur seriously and said.
"You are right. What you said does not make any sense to me." Arthur nodded casually, while his hand slowly slid towards the wand on his waist.
At this time, Dumbledore looked at the scene where the conflict was about to escalate, and said helplessly, "Please don't do anything, Mr. Morgan."
Asking for gifts, family members! So poor!