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Chapter 11 I always feel something is wrong
Facts have proved that ginger is still spicy.

Just when Andrew was feeling anxious, the highly publicized advertisement of Magic Legend came into the sight of the Hogwarts professors.

A married Hogwarts professor saw several advertisements during his happy summer vacation and ordered a copy of this month's Wizarding Legends with the mentality of giving it a try.

Then, his five-year-old daughter fell in love with the bedtime story.

But alas, the story has to run its course - especially since it's only been serialized for a little while.

What's even more terrifying is that while eleven-year-olds can talk and be put in detention, five-year-olds are unable to negotiate, especially if the other person telling the story also wants to hear the sequel.

Although Professor Taylor used his O grade in History of Magic to guarantee that this thing seemed to be made up, he still sincerely sent a letter to Dumbledore via owl, hoping that if Dumbledore had the interview transcript, he could provide a copy to poor Professor Taylor so that his poor professor could have a good summer vacation.

He was willing to make a guarantee to ensure that the manuscript would not be circulated outside his home - if not, he hoped that the principal would send him a notice of holiday overtime...

This sincere letter soon arrived on Dumbledore's desk. Letters from professors were given a very high priority by Dumbledore.

Especially now, when Minerva was dragging him into the office to review official documents, the level of handling of this kind of letter was the highest.

"Oh, Minerva, it's a letter from a professor at school."

Fudge's voice was one he had never heard before. After Professor McGonagall confirmed the height of the remaining documents, she stopped reviewing the documents and gave the two headmasters a short break.

Then, Professor Minerva McGonagall saw a rare and rather puzzled expression on Dumbledore's face.

"What happened, Albus?"

"An interview, Minerva."

"Interview?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, "Is it that crazy woman Rita?"

Professor McGonagall, who generally refrained from using harsh words towards anyone, said the name quite naturally, but this was perfectly normal.

"No, it's an interview I haven't experienced," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "but it sounds very interesting."

Dumbledore stood up and began to tidy up the table with his wand, and the low-priority letters fell out - he soon found eleven current issues of Magical Legends among them.

He should have seen it sooner - if someone whose name he dared not reveal had not sent a pile of official documents.

"It is said that my interview is selling very well in the wizarding world."

"Rita is spreading rumors again?"

"Probably not. Professor Taylor has never stabbed anyone in the back."

Then the two men put down the documents and began to read.

After about five minutes, Professor McGonagall put down the magazine and said, "It is undoubtedly a new version of the fairy tale, except that the protagonist has a different name."

"Of course," Dumbledore said graciously, "but they did do an interview, but I don't think I said a word of what was said in it."

"But it's better than Rita after all. At least there are no malicious rumors."

"It's just that many fairy tales are familiar to us, and they lack novelty."

Professor McGonagall fixed her eyes on Dumbledore, who continued to criticize. Dumbledore quickly put down the magazine and said, "Ah, of course, of course. What we need to do is deal with the documents."

"Of course, Albus, these are what the Ministry of Magic needs. We need to repair the greenhouse, replace the desks and chairs in four classrooms, and deal with the water quality problem of the Black Lake."

"I'll take care of it, Minerva."

"That's good," Professor McGonagall said, picking up the magazines one by one and piling them all on top of her own pile of papers. "I hope to get all the approvals by lunchtime."

As if she was sure that their presence would disturb Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall resolutely took the magazines and left.

But soon, Dumbledore found a brand new magazine from the pile of letters. After just a sigh, he had to return to his desk and continue reviewing the documents.

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"Letters to the Editor!"

"We received a mountain of letters from readers! There is no doubt that we succeeded!"

"I told you that this gamble will succeed." The atmosphere in the magazine was hot. This was a serialized article and it could be seen from the beginning that it would be serialized for a long time. If the phenomenon could continue, at least for a year, the sales of the magazine would depend on this column.

"Praise the one who praises the potato!"

“Praise Him!”

The lively atmosphere even alarmed the president of the magazine - he happily ordered a large amount of butterbeer and gave the person in charge of this part double salary this month.

This heightened the cheerful atmosphere.

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"Dumbledore, a legend?"

Harry was leafing through the magazine Hedwig had brought him - it was a gift from Hagrid.

In the letter attached to the magazine, Hagrid highly praised this semi-autobiography about Dumbledore and told Harry a secret, "They must be true. When I went to the castle, I saw Dumbledore reading it!"

Such a guarantee made Harry believe the contents of the magazine without a doubt - he had not met Dumbledore yet, but Hagrid had guaranteed it!

Moreover, he had to admit with shame that this autobiography attracted him more than the textbook.

"Magic, is it so mysterious?"

"Levitation spell, three stages?"

"A special wand..."

"Amazing adventure..."

“It’s really enviable…”

"That's right," he imagined himself standing in front of Dudley, shouting something like 30 years West of the Thames, "I still can't do it..."

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"Floating spell..."

"Floating spell..."

In a dentist's family, a little girl with freckles waved her magic wand at the heavy stone.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The wand movements and spells were perfect, so the stone floated straight up and held up the ceiling with ease.

"No," she put the rock down carefully, making sure nothing got hurt by it.

"It should be a magic-repelling stone, not an ordinary stone like this... From the meaning of the word, it should be a stone that can prevent spells from taking effect easily."

"What level am I?"

"The spell was cast successfully, and a few other spells were successful as well, but there's no way to tell... This is too far off."

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"Is this the first person to be injured by a cow?"

“Should we set up a special department?”

"Why have so many people been injured recently in the simplest magic, the Levitation Charm?"

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"Well, this magic is also good, summoning fire..."

"Setting fire, unlocking locks, freezing bodies... I always feel like the magic I know is not very serious..."

Andrew, who was not very clear about the situation, was a little unconfident.

(End of this chapter)