Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

"Ministerial candidate?"

Lorne's hand holding the cup paused slightly, and he looked at Lockhart with some confusion.

When did this incident happen?

Why is there no news from him at all ?…

"Don't you usually read daily newspapers? The latest issue of"Daily Prophet" is a report written by that crazy woman named Rita. Lockhart casually placed the daily newspaper on the table in front of him and said helplessly.

"The little report above is about the next speculated candidate for the Ministry of Magic position. My name is in it, as well as Barty Crouch's - but that guy has become a Death Eater since his son became a Death Eater. I'm afraid the chances of becoming a minister are very slim."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Although I don’t know why the female reporter who talks nonsense every day would write such a report, it is enough to show that my reputation in the British wizarding world is still very good."

The report written by Rita?

Lorne took a sip of the sweet mead and then looked at the newspaper in his hand.

The headline was about the eleven contestants of the Triwizard Tournament, among which he also saw My name.

Under the headline, there is a small line of subtitles

【The most promising candidate to become Minister of Magic - Rita Skeeter]

It seems that Riddle has almost conquered the Beetle...

Otherwise, she would not take the risk to write such a report.

There was a smile on Lorne's lips.

"I usually like to watch"The Quibbler", and it is inevitable that I will make some omissions in some news." he said with a shrug.

"What's so interesting about that kind of messy newspaper..."

Lockhart twitched the corner of his mouth and said slightly speechlessly.

"So how about a deal between you and Riddle?"

Lorne asked.

He could probably guess the deal between the two of them.

It was nothing more than a group of troublesome dark wizards coming out of Knockturn Alley from time to time, and Lockhart, as an Auror, 'regardless of risking his life' to arrest...

With the cooperation between these two people, Lockhart can get a higher and higher position in the Ministry of Magic.

"The effect is good, Riddle is worthy of being a mysterious person. I am now able to become a candidate in the daily newspaper because of my cooperation with him."

Lockhart nodded with satisfaction and said.

Since the two of them cooperated, his figure has appeared in the headlines of various daily newspapers from time to time.

They are all related to the fight against the dark wizard!

Naturally, his prestige has also increased quickly.

"By the way, our Auror department will also attend this Triwizard Tournament, and maybe I will become the scoring judge."

Speaking of this, Lockhart couldn't help but laugh, looking very proud of himself.

"What's going on with you Aurors in the Contest?"

Lorne asked with some confusion.

"It's those fire dragons - that's the content of your next game. There are eleven fire dragons in total. Our Auror department is responsible for security."

"After all, those fire dragons are not easy to control... If they get out of control, Dumbledore will probably receive a flood of complaint letters the next day. Lockhart answered as he picked up the tea cup in his hand.

Hearing these words, Lorne couldn't help but shake his head.

The Ministry of Magic must be very cautious in this regard, and any mistakes will be nipped in the bud.

After talking to Lockhart After chatting for a while about Knockturn Alley, Lorne got up and left the tavern.

If we continue chatting like this, it will probably be night time soon.

Not to mention, his lovely girlfriend is still waiting in the teahouse. With him.

Lockhart can let his pigeons roam freely. After all, he is just his tool--and he has several such tools.

Miss Hermione is different, she only has such a girlfriend.

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Hogwarts.

The bright moonlight poured on the thick snow, and reflected the bright candlelight in the auditorium through the mottled patterned glass.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, and sparks were blowing gently in the air.

After returning from Hogsmeade, it was already past seven in the evening.

Since Lorne and Hermione came back with the young wizards who were out, they happened to meet Harry and the others.

I went back to the auditorium on the way.

"I knew Sirius would not just send chocolate balls, he had already told me to prepare a Christmas surprise!"

Harry suppressed his excited tone and said at the dining table.

The chocolate ball he was given last time... To be honest, he was still a little disappointed.

After all, only one chocolate ball was given for Christmas, and it looked too cheap.

Sitting next to him Ginny was wrapped in a thick scarf and looked at the happy Harry with a smile.

Ron was also playing an exciting game of wizard chess with Neville.

The whole atmosphere seemed lively.

Fred and George The two were whispering, and their eyes looked at the professor's chair not far away from time to time.

Lorne sat next to Erza, watching her constantly teasing Tom Cat.

"Professor Flitwick seems to have invited Mrs. Hooch to the Yule Ball, and even Sprawney has found a dance partner!"

Fred's voice came from the opposite side, instantly attracting the attention of several people.

"No, Professor Flitwick and Madam Hooch?"

Hermione quickly shook her head, throwing away the strange scene in her mind.

The height of these two people is not suitable for dance partners, right?

"You two won't get false news from Lee Jordan again, right? Ron asked distrustfully.

"How is it possible? I saw this with my own eyes!"

George said with a serious face.

"I saw it at the Three Broomsticks. Professor Flitwick was inviting Madam Hooch."

"And I've asked about other professors, and everyone has more or less a dance partner."

"What about Snape?"

Harry couldn't help but interjected and asked.

"Do you think Snape will go to the ball?"

Fred shook his head and said

"Hmm... It seems not. Harry hesitated and replied.

"Now it seems that we are the only one without a dance partner, the Head of Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall is so pitiful..."

George said gloatingly.

Hearing this, Lorne, who was sitting opposite, froze.

Poor Professor McGonagall has no dance partner. ?