Chapter 1283 Good Days

No one knows what Hermione and Elena did in the Tower of Access.

In fact, like the Tower of Access itself, this secret is destined to be sealed in the legends of successive headmasters.

That's right - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... all past Headmasters.

“Is that election meaningless?”

Hogwarts Castle, Headmaster's Office.

Looking at Elena sitting on the edge of the desk shaking her legs, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

Hermione Granger sat beside the chair, writing and reading some document carefully just like Dumbledore.

"I never knew... that the Headmaster of Hogwarts could be transferred secretly - this is really outrageous. Where is Dumbledore?"

"It's not a transfer, but a new operating model after revised rules."

Elena explained seriously, picking up a parchment contract from Hermione and handing it to McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore changed the basic school rules before he left. Now Hogwarts can have three official principals at the same time."

"The certification of each principal is completed jointly by Castle Will and other principals...I am now the interim principal, and so is Granger now."

"However, I can announce my resignation and let you fill the position I left -"

"It's just nonsense!"

Professor McGonagall frowned heavily and looked at the two little witches in the office.

Hermione didn't seem to hear anything and continued to transcribe manuscripts and organize various documents seriously.

The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance finally chose to compromise. From now on, squibs and low magicians across Europe are also eligible to enroll.

At Elena's suggestion, they will sort out all the lists before July this year - starting from 11 years old, with a range of two years plus or minus - and send this group of eligible students to Hogwarts The admission notice invited them to study at Hogwarts Castle, but in the end this matter obviously had to be endorsed by McGonagall.

"So...are you still threatening? What if I don't agree, or I have other ideas..."

"Then I will send a forged letter in your name to notify them to register on time."

Elena said matter-of-factly. She glanced at Professor McGonagall, seemingly unaware of the other's frightened and angry expression.

"It is recorded in the ancient rules of Hogwarts that any underage wizard arriving at the school should be admitted to the school if possible."

"Judging from the specific results, they will be mixed into the normal admission sequence, and can successfully cross the lake, go up the mountain, and enter the auditorium. From the moment they enter Hogwarts Castle, even Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin If the house rejects them, Hufflepuff House will still accept them. On the other hand, I don’t see any reason for us to reject them. At least within the scope of Hogwarts, these students’ spellcasting abilities and magical learning are different from other students. There’s no difference, right?”

"I will not approve of this informal, clever, and loophole-taking way of inheriting the principal!"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions. She was no longer the same person she was two years ago.

The hybrid succubus has an extremely strong emotional influence. When she first saw Elena, she was successfully disturbed by the other party.

Perhaps Elena is more mature now and knows how to use her talents better, but Minerva McGonagall also knows how to deal with it.

"You are not the official Headmaster yet... There are many loopholes in this, but I will treat it as Dumbledore's request for now."

She glanced at Elena, her mood gradually calmed down, she pursed her lips and said softly.

"Also, there is no need for you to use words to irritate or probe me——"

"I am the vice principal of Hogwarts. I recruit students and maintain order. This is my duty."

"I have seen Argus Filch's situation. If this is a long-term phenomenon, then I naturally have no reason to refuse."

"But there's one thing - Squibs and low-magic people can't buy wands at Ollivander's Wand Shop."

"Also, judging from what Argus Filch conveyed, their spellcasting ability will automatically disappear after they leave Hogwarts. Have you ever considered these things? You - right? Although I don’t know how many people there are, and I don’t know how you did all this, but..."

Professor McGonagall looked around and frowned slightly at the previous principals who were leaning against the picture frame watching the show with great interest.

"...I know that this is something more than just you or Dumbledore, or two or three people can do."

"You have put so much effort into making Hogwarts a magical holy place. Have you considered these things?"

"Hogwarts is not a place of charity, nor is it a paradise for dreams to come true. We are a school that teaches people how to control and learn magic."

She paused, looking at Elena thoughtfully with a hint of probing and searching curiosity in her eyes.

"It would be too bad if what they are taught in school doesn't make sense after they leave here—"

"We can't keep them parked in this castle forever, that's the crux of the matter."

"Seven years - we have seven years."

Elena held up her hands, jumped down from the desk nimbly, and walked to the window.

She looked at the sparkling lake outside the window. Extending along the lake, was the outer area of ​​Hogwarts that was gradually becoming prosperous and complete.

Research Institute, Hogsmeade Village Expansion, Magic Industrial Park... Seventy-eight sections of the Zero-Zero Total are converging around Hogwarts, forming an increasingly specific and clear urban concept, or to put it more accurately , the prototype of Hogwarts Academy City, is growing and improving at an astonishing speed.

"The issue of wands is very simple. We can refer to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... they distribute wands after admission."

"Mr. Ollivander may plan to open a branch in Hogsmeade Commercial Street to coordinate with the new phase of Hogwarts teaching."

"As for the temporary inability to cast spells outside the school, I think this is a plus point - isn't this what Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic require?"

Elena said, pointing to the wall on the other side of the principal's office, "I abide by the law and work diligently to maintain the requirements of the magical society."

Only then did Professor McGonagall notice that it had been transformed into a small bulletin board.

Hogwarts-related school rules, education orders, and laws on the management of underage wizards are posted on it in categories.

Below is a small bookshelf. The books and publications mentioned in the "Bulletin Board" above are placed on the bookshelf, which looks quite standard.

"Of course, we will promote the issues you have considered step by step -"

Elena used "we" without hesitation. Anyway, Professor McGonagall is now considered half a pirate ship.

"Hogwarts is just the beginning. We have successfully proved the feasibility of constructing the Magic Network, and we will wait until the operation and testing of the Magic Network at Hogwarts is stable."

She raised her finger and touched it lightly in the air. There was a sound like glass cracking in the air.

In Professor McGonagall's sight, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared out of thin air, as if there was actually a two-way mirror there.

However, as a master of transfiguration and spells, Minerva McGonagall was naturally able to quickly identify what it was:

The air that instantly solidified, as if it were solid, formed a glass shape under Elena's magic power.

This is not just as simple as casting a spell without a curse or a wand——

Elena's scene just now almost reached the level of a legendary wizard from ancient times.

Even the resurrection of the four founders may not be possible so easily. Professor McGonagall vaguely saw more from those broken cracks...

The omnipresent flow of magic came from all directions and converged on the crack in front of Elena, repairing everything in an instant - like an invisible net permeating the air, which can be borrowed by wizards at any time, or resisted. The magic performed by wizards...

Magic network? Professor McGonagall recited this word quietly in her mind. Filch had also mentioned this word before.

But Argus Filch couldn't show much more, he just successfully "got online".

"...We will let the magic network bloom and connect in every corner of the world."

Elena's voice continued, and she glanced at Professor McGonagall.

The magic book slowly hung in front of her, opened, and the pages turned, finally stopping in front of a golden vortex.

"This is the Internet entrance——"

Elena said, taking out her wand and tapping it.

Two or three pages of golden text floated out, detailing the Internet access process and precautions.

"All formal professors, students, and other faculty members can manipulate and borrow the Magic Network in the manner above."

"Conventional spell casting has not died out because of this. The magic network will bear part of the 'computing power' - reducing the difficulty of casting spells and increasing the power of spells."

"More importantly, in the minds of Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flamel... and more wizards, with the popularity of the Magic Network, any 'human' who can perceive magic can also enjoy the release of magic. The joy of magic. This is all, truly... a new era for all civilizations."

"All 'humans' who can sense...magic? Do you mean -"

Professor McGonagall frowned, as if she suddenly remembered something.

She turned her head sharply and saw several strange and out of place documents in the corner of the bulletin board.

"Werewolf Prohibition/Restriction Act", "Inhuman Intelligent Creatures Prohibition of Possession of Wands Act"...

"Yes, I said, times have changed..."

Elena nodded slightly, opened the window and let the wind blow through her silver hair.

"Maybe there are no wizards in this world, or maybe - everyone is a wizard."

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Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic.

"Really? Is that guy really that crazy?!"

Cornelius Fudge stood up suddenly and looked excitedly at the young Auror in front of him.

Just a few minutes ago he had received a message from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

"That Gilderoy Lockhart guy - he is trying to develop a werewolf potion, and he plans to introduce it to the non-magical world?!"

"Ha, then he is completely finished, he is finished...quickly, notify Kingsley and send someone to arrest him immediately!"

"And, and, reporters, the Wizengamot, the International Confederation of Wizards - we need to act now, it's a good day! Oh, I mean, well, this is really bad news! We need to hurry up Only if you deal with it will it become a good day!”

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his hands together excitedly and glanced across the table, where a copy of today's daily newspaper was open.

Lockhart announced his candidacy for Minister of Magic in a high-profile manner, and judging from the polls, his popularity is not low.

Connelly was a little desperate at first——

but……

Hey, he knew it! He would rather do nothing than make a mistake on his own initiative!

Just like Barty Crouch, his competitors will reveal their flaws.

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Acridine!