"The reports are a lot exaggerated."
Sean answered.
"Admitted..."
Ron's pupils suddenly dilated, and Full Body-Bind Curse was applied to the entire portrait, maintaining the same posture as before, motionless.
"You just entered the magical world, and then you became a joke to Nearly Headless Nick·Flamel, Merlin..."
He took the newspaper and read it over and over again against Sean, and then he accepted it calmly.
Sean does nothing strange.
"What is it? Sean, oh, can I know what it is?"
Ron asked cautiously. He felt that he might not live in the same Magical World as Sean.
"Just some Transfiguration Biscuits."
Sean replied, he waved his magic wand naturally, and a cookie came to Ron's hand.
Ron opened his eyes wide and looked left and right, but saw nothing, so he opened his mouth to eat.
"That will make you Transfiguration into Hippogriff."
Sean Road.
"Ah--!"
Ron quickly put down the biscuits, and the baked biscuits were indeed Hamr like Hippogriff, but no one could have expected that it would have such a powerful effect.
In the garden, Ron was observing the cookies from all directions, while everyone at the dining table was having a heated discussion.
"<Witch Weekly> said he is the most talented Alchemy teacher of this century, and he is a handsome little guy!"
Mrs. Weasley looked at the newspapers and periodicals that were mixed in Daily Prophet and were very particular about their color and layout.
This is the newspaper that is loved by witches of all ages--<Witch Weekly>.
It mainly publishes a large number of celebrity news, including Quebec stars Quidditch, etc. It also publishes psychological tests, consultation columns, recipes and other content.
By the way, Most Charming Smile Award was also issued by <Witch Weekly>.
At this moment, Mrs. Weasley is pointing to a photo with his back to the photographer. In the photo, it is easy to see the tall and straight figure of the little wizard and his aloof temperament.
Of course, this may also be because the person who took the photo is highly skilled, but no matter what, a picture of the back has already made the wizards think about it.
"<Transfiguration Today> said that they have been waiting for the arrival of this Alchemy master. I have never seen them with such a humble attitude..."
Percy's focus is different from Mrs. Weasley's. His eyes are full of desire for fame.
Only Mr. Weasley, who was uncharacteristically silent today, occasionally turned his attention to the garden.
When the latest issues of <Daily Prophet>, <Witch Weekly>, <Transfiguration Today> and other newspapers were released, the entire Magical World caused an uproar.
"Can Transfiguration become Fantastic Beasts biscuits?! Merlin's beard--Is this actually possible?"
"The store implements an invitation letter system. The lowest price is 700 Gold Galleons per copy? It seems very reasonable. Oh my god, I would actually say such a thing..."
"Where is this Mr. Hermes?! Is he really a student of Hogwarts as Rita said? That's too scary."
The streets and alleys are full of wizard groups discussing, especially Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. This is not only a place for wizards to purchase, but also a place to chat after dinner.
At the same time, Ministry of Magic's test also started in full swing. When Mr. Weasley arrived at Ministry of Magic's work, he found that the entire second floor was in a mess, with several holes in the wall and high temperatures emanating from it.
"Arthur, you are here!"
Mr. Weasley's friend said hello,
"You really should come and see, those guys from Department of Magical Law Enforcement turned themselves into a fire dragon! Tsk, look at these walls, they are full of the power of 'Little Dragon Biscuits'. It is said that the real Dragon Biscuits will appear later.
I guess the entire Ministry of Magic second floor will not be saved by then.
But I have to say that those biscuits are indeed effective. I am really curious about the true identity of Mr. Hermes..."
Far away Hogwarts, Dumbledore are chatting with Professor McGonagall.
At this moment, summer has quietly arrived on the grounds around the castle; the sky, like the lake, has turned into light blue with purple light, and the honey-colored spire can still be seen in Headmaster's office.
"Minerva, I hope I can get used to the days without you."
Dumbledore smiled kindly, took a newspaper from the talons of the owl that flew into the window, and said as if with emotion,
"Interesting reference... Minerva, a very good boy, right? We all know that reputation is a tempting thing. For some wizards, it symbolizes power. Few people can refuse it, and with results like today, I often think this is your skill..."
Minerva·McGonagall took the report from Dumbledore. Even from the back, she could quickly identify which little wizard it was.
Her lips were pursed tightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the surging emotions, and all the unsaid words overflowed from her staring eyes.
"Albus, it's time for me to go."
She quickly left here and looked at the old wizard inside Headmaster's office who seemed to have imprisoned her here forever. She said softly,
"I thought change would never happen, but it turns out that memories are a road with no return."
Hogwarts's castle has experienced thousands of years of cold and summer, and the secrets buried in the wind and snow are all over every stone wall.
Two people who lost their loved ones once shared secrets, and today, one of them left the castle.
Albus Dumbledore stared at the newspapers absentmindedly, Headmaster's office only sighed vaguely.
Outside the Burrow.
Fields and clusters of trees formed a dark pattern. There were some high-top leather boots and a rusty Scabbers crucible beside the gate. A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.
Ron was as excited as if he was hiding a big secret. He stood next to Sean and kept talking about whether Sean would become the president of the student union and Prefect.
But soon he slapped his head again, he was really short-sighted.
Sean must at least be an alchemy professor from now on!
Soon Professor McGonagall's figure appeared not far from the Burrow. She arrived a full hour earlier than the agreed eight o'clock.
This caught Mrs. Weasley, who was still busy at Kitchen, off guard. Mrs. Weasley threw down the pots and pans and let them clean themselves. Then he walked out, took out a scarf he knitted and put it in Sean's hands.
"It will come in handy, Little Green."
Sean looked at the scarf. On it was a delicate eagle-shaped pattern with the letters "Green" embroidered on it.
"Thank you."
He turned around again, and there were already wizards standing in front of the Burrow. Ron was very curious as to why Professor McGonagall came to pick him up, but he didn't dare to ask;
Percy kept saying that if you need anything, you can contact him at Hogwarts, and Gemini yelled:
"Percy only says this to people he finds useful. He never does this to us."
It made Percy blush with anger.
At the very back, there was a group of Gnome gathered around the front garden, hunching their shoulders and chatting.