Chapter 353

"There are two big news recently. Have you heard about them?" Longbottom came uninvited and sat down with Tolkien. There were always roast chicken legs and honey omelette on his plate, as if he would never have enough of them. Today, however, there is a volume of newspaper in his plate, the Daily Prophet. It seems that his news comes from it.

Longbottom looked down. "Oh, if you think so, you're only half right. One of the big news is indeed the Daily Prophet. The Ministry of magic has ordered that all entrances and exits to Muggle world be closed. When you come from the Muggle world, the landing position must be where the Muggle artifact is abused and is inspected. "

"Why?" As a result, Tolkien was separated from his wife, and he immediately asked anxiously, "what's the matter?"

"The Ministry of magic revealed that it was related to the Muggles' War. It is not clear why." Longbottom looked around and said in a low voice, "as far as I know, a wizard carried a Muggle egg. Then the egg broke, cursed and poisoned two people. The Ministry of magic is worried that this is a new action to eliminate the wizard, so it is nervous. "

"Eggs?" Tolkien frowned. He thought of the gas bombs used in the battlefield, but maybe they were just bombs. Through his study in Hogwarts, he found that witches are not gods, at least bullets and bombs can still hurt them. Although witches are magical, their power is not unlimited. He began to worry vaguely about the promise grindevo had given him. "I'll make the world war end this year," grindevo said confidently.

"I don't think the ministry can shut down all the channels at all." Longbottom curled his mouth, bit the drumstick hard, and then said vaguely, "I use flypowder to say where to go, but not where to go. Can the Ministry of magic manage it?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "the Ministry of magic has never been in charge of anything."

From the past to the present, and even to the future one hundred years later, the Ministry of magic has not been able to restrain witches. If freedom produces creativity and concentration produces productivity, then nothing can be produced by the Ministry of magic. One by one, the dark mages fight one after another, the relationship between the wizard and the Muggle never develops in a good direction, and finally a global catastrophe causes the intervention of the detachment.

"Don't worry about the Ministry of magic. They just lost minister Grogan stemp. Now the acting minister, sputter lupin, can't keep the scene. Who is going to take over as Minister of magic has become a hot potato. " Longbottom has killed the drumsticks and is working hard on the honey waffles. "Don't you want to know another thing?"

"Yes, what's the other thing?" Tolkien asked hastily.

"Hey, it has something to do with you." Longbarton raised his eyebrows: "someone ventured into the Forbidden Forest and caught a house elf, which is said to be the culprit for attacking the cram students. I really didn't think that house elves could do such a thing! "

"Where did you hear that?" Zhao Mai is a little strange. Didn't Dumbledore say to keep it secret for the time being? He didn't say it to anyone, and Dumbledore didn't look like a talker.

"I heard Professor bines talking to Ms. ellebella." Longbottom looked at them and suddenly said, "Oh, you haven't met Professor bins. After all, you have only one teacher Dumbledore. Professor bines is a ghost who teaches the history of magic. When ellebella woke up, she was always worried that the villains who attacked her at that time would come out again, so she would go to inquire about the news every day. Although Professor bins is a ghost and looks very cold on the surface, he is actually very kind. After asking for information, he went to tell ellebella

"What else did you hear?" Zhao Mai asked.

"Not much. It seems that the house spirit ran away, and could not find out whose family it was. Professor Dumbledore has applied to the Ministry of magic for a wanted warrant, but headmaster dippert thinks it's a waste of time and a bit of Hogwarts' face

"Run away?" Zhao Mai sighed: "what a pity. It seems that we cram students should be careful against attacks! "

"Yes, you have to be careful." Looking at the two friends in a bad mood, Longbottom clapped his hands twice and tried to cheer them up: "how about that? I invite you to watch the Quidditch World Cup?"

"No, we have to prepare for the exam." Tolkien shook his head, and so did Zhao Mai. "When the test results come out, we can really relax."

"It's a pity, but I understand you." Lombarton seems to forget that he is younger than the other two. Instead, he said with a "senior" attitude: "don't be nervous during the exam, otherwise it will affect your performance. My experience is that when I take a test, I have a piece of chocolate in my mouth, which can make me concentrate more

You have sugar in your mouth when you take a magic test? Zhao Mai and Tolkien did not comment on his statement.

Although with Dumbledore's "guarantee", Zhao Mai will not place all his hopes on him. He has to work hard for some things. There is no difficulty in the potion class for him. With the help of the natural force, psychic powers and some of westero's medicine refining techniques, his success rate in making potions will only be higher than the requirements of the exam. The history of magic and other courses rely on rote learning, not to mention the use of psychic powers to create memory crystal, which is the most commonly used means of psychics.The flying class will definitely be over, because no matter how he tries, he can't make the broom fly. This may have something to do with his deep resistance to the posture of straddling on the top. If he stands on the broom, there may be a glimmer of hope for success - but even so, it's much more "price reduction" than standing on the flying sword. Zhao Mai can use psychic powers to grab the broom alone, but he can't add himself to fly to heaven. Flying class can only use broom, can not be transformed into a bird, so this score must be lost.

This part of the score is gone. If you want to pass, you can't lose the score of the curse class. Zhao Mai thought of a way, just like all the students who will have problems in the exam, ready to "muddle through". Since the psionic powers, combined with the natural force, can imitate most of the effects of magic spells, the only thing left is how to make the imitation invisible.

"What can I do for you?" Tolkien thought he had heard wrong, so he asked, "do you want me to put another spell in one?"

Zhao Mai nodded: "it's basically certain which incantations to be tested in the magic class. I hope you can help me find a way to insert the charm of maccam into the magic spell. Let me say that no matter what spell I say, there will always be maccam in it. "

"What's the use of that?"

Zhao Mai waved his magic wand, "maccam"! The wand glows, and Zhao Mai uses his psychic powers to lift up a book next to him. "Look, as long as they think I'm reading yugadim Leviosa, and I actually use maccam and other abilities, I succeed in imitating the floating mantra, right? You're a linguist. Isn't it hard to punctuate? "

"It's not easy, it's hard!" "It's no different from creating a language," Tolkien said. "You have to take the curse off and regroup. The key is to cheat the ears."

"Hard?"

"Fortunately, I've done similar things before." Tolkien suddenly laughed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I've been trying to create a language with beauty as my only goal. I've got some foundation for dismantling all kinds of pronunciation. Mike, don't worry. Give me a week and I'll give you some plans. You can try which one will work. After all, it's a curse, not an ordinary sentence. "