Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 343 The Fairy's Plight

The wizards of the Finkley family did not expect that Moon was also highly skilled in magical plants.

Most importantly, all their plans were seen through by a little green snake.

Professor Flitwick was at this time working with the other referees to put pressure on the Finkley family.

"Professor, although there have been some changes to the competition, it hasn't caused too much danger, so I don't think we need to make a fuss about it."

The elderly wizard of the Finkley family looked pleadingly at the diminutive Flitwick.

The elderly male wizard already had many wrinkles on his face.

Add to that a pleading expression, and her whole face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.

"No danger?"

Professor Flitwick snorted as he spoke.

"Didn't you all see that all the other contestants came out lying down?"

"That's right, the chances of injury weren't this high in previous matches."

"That's right, your family needs to give us an explanation, otherwise we'll have no choice but to appeal to the Ministry of Magic."

The referees' drumming grew louder and louder.

Several curious reporters also quietly gathered around and secretly captured some private moments.

"Professor, professor, there's really no need for this."

The elderly wizard of the Finkley family was almost kneeling as he looked at Flitwick.

"Professor, you see Mr. Scarlett has already won the championship, what more could you want?"

"Hmph, I won the championship because of my excellent coaching, it has nothing to do with you guys!"

Looking at the contestants lying on the ground next to me, I noticed that several of them were from Hogwarts.

Anos Finkley wanted to argue.

But seeing the family's current predicament, he held back.

They were on the other side of the crowd at that moment.

Moon has become the focus of the entire stadium.

"Mr. Scarlett, what do you think sustained you and allowed you to finish the entire match?"

As soon as Mu En stepped off the awards stage, a group of reporters quickly surrounded him.

Although the way these reporters asked questions was just as old-fashioned as in the newspapers.

But Moon really liked such straightforward questions.

"First, I want to thank my professor, Mr. Felius Frivi, without whom I would not have been able to..."

"Again, I want to thank my friends, they..."

"Of course, the most important reason is that I am equipped with very good magical alchemy items."

Moon raised his left hand as he spoke.

At this moment, each of his five fingers is adorned with a simple yet exquisitely beautiful ring.

Then Moon pointed to the monocle on his right eye.

“A spell-casting ring and a monocular magic glasses are absolutely essential items for wizards to go on adventures, travel, and study magic.”

"Where can we get something so good?"

Upon hearing such an excellent question, Moon looked at the male reporter in front of him with surprise.

I quietly gave the other person a thumbs up.

"Of course, it's the Scarlet Moon Magic Shop in Diagon Alley."

Although the head of the Finkley family was surrounded by the referees.

However, they still arranged for Anos to deliver the prize and the 100 Galleons champion's reward to Moon on time.

Because the podium was surrounded by newspaper reporters and magic cameras.

The Finkley family members all tried their best to keep smiling.

"Mr. Scarlett, we sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred on the field today."

Upon hearing the referee's words, Moon's expression gradually turned serious.

“Mr. Scarlett, actually, if you’d like, we can hire you as a guest lecturer at the Finkley Magic Education and Training Institute, with a salary equivalent to that of a senior lecturer.”

"No need. I'm just a student now, and I'm not qualified to teach Squibs magic."

Hearing that the other party wanted to win him over with benefits, Moon's expression grew even colder.

When he heard the word "squish," Anos Finkley's face turned red.

He was well aware, of course, that Yapao couldn't possibly learn magic, but they were also unwilling to give up the benefits they had in hand.

"Actually... you know, we just gave these people hope."

Finkley's tone seemed to be both defending himself and trying to open up opportunities for himself.

“This is not hope, Mr. Finkley.”

Moon said coldly.

He then snatched the award frame from the other person's hand and left the award ceremony venue without looking back.

That evening, Moon and his companions returned to Diagon Alley via the Floo Network.

Lupin acted as if he already knew the outcome of the match.

A sumptuous meal has already been prepared at the store.

After enjoying a delicious meal, the young wizards all fell into a deep sleep in the shop.

Early the next morning.

All eight major British media outlets featured the outstanding spellcasting competition on their front page.

This was also thanks to the publicity from these newspapers.

Even before the Scarlet Moon Magic Shop opened, a long queue had already formed outside.

Most of these people came to buy rings that aid in casting spells and monocular glasses.

Although Moon had already instructed the Star Ember Island tribe wizards to prepare a considerable amount of supplies in advance.

But they sold out in just one morning.

As for customers who arrived in the afternoon, Moon had no choice but to implement an appointment system.

After taking down the wizards' addresses, Moon assured them that he would deliver the goods by owl a week later. "Perfect handling, no wonder he's the most talented member of the Herbalist Club."

Professor Sprout was on summer vacation at home.

He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, enjoying a leisurely moment.

Compared to other people's focus on alchemical items.

Professor Sprout was clearly more interested in Moon's methods for dealing with mandrake and fang geraniums.

"It seems necessary to let Mr. Scarlett come into contact with some high-level magical plants in advance."

Think of the rare plants in those high-class greenhouses at Hogwarts.

Sprout was greatly moved.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts...

Because it is necessary to handle various issues related to the enrollment of new students.

Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore are both still at the school working overtime.

"Albus, have you seen the latest newspaper?"

After sending out the last copy of the acceptance letter, Professor McGonagall took the Daily Prophet to the principal's office.

She was in an exceptionally good mood today, and even her steps were much lighter.

“It has been a long time since a Gryffindor student has won this competition.”

Professor McGonagall was speaking when she was about to hand the newspaper to Dumbledore.

Looking down, I noticed a brand-new newspaper on the principal's desk.

The newspaper's front page was still showing the moment Moon won the championship, displayed on a rotating basis.

"So you've been keeping an eye on Moon all along."

Professor McGonagall straightened the newspaper on the table as she spoke, her smile widening.

"Of course, he is the most mysterious member of my club."

As Dumbledore spoke, his gaze gradually shifted to the newspaper.

Recalling what the newspaper had mentioned about "ancient magic," "advanced defensive spells," and "mysterious alchemical items."
These events surprised Dumbledore and forced him to rethink his approach to Moon.

In particular, Moon's handling of the crisis impressed him.

"Although the quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been declining in recent years, I am still very pleased to see that some people are able to master these methods."

“Oh, you mean Moon’s method of dealing with Hinkpunk and the Cornish elves, right?”

Professor McGonagall's smile widened as she spoke.

She also saw Moon's technique in the pictures in the newspaper.

In comparison, it was found that Moon was even more decisive in handling these matters than adult wizards.

"Yes, Mr. Scarlett is excellent, but we still need to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Upon hearing Dumbledore raise this question, Professor McGonagall's face immediately fell.

She has already written to several wizards for advice.

But no one was willing to take the position.

Seeing his assistant's extremely unpleasant expression, Dumbledore shook his head with a helpless smile.

"It seems that we have no choice but to lower our hiring standards."

Professor McGonagall was about to retort.

But thinking about Moon's performance on the field, he fell silent.

He is now very clear about this.

Regardless of the professor's background, students who want to learn this course will still study hard.

Students who don't want to study will still sleep soundly.

The same high-level magical institution was also the subject of discussion because of Moon.

Besides Hogwarts, there is another one.

That is Gringotts Bank, located in Diagon Alley.

The fairy clan here sent people to conduct the most rigorous surveillance of the Scarlet Moon Magic Shop early in the morning.

After seeing the adult wizard wearing a spell-casting aid ring walk out of the shop.

The fairy standing outside would make a note in her little notebook.

By the end of the morning, the number of such people had exceeded one hundred.

Even by the afternoon, the fairies did not find any wizards coming to return or exchange the goods.

Upon receiving this result, the fairy quickly took the collected materials and ran towards Gringotts Bank.

“Manager Bogrod, I’ve observed that no wizards have gone to return or exchange the products; they all seem quite satisfied with them.”

"I see. Keep observing, and remember not to overlook any details."

The fairy, referred to as the supervisor, quickly went to the top floor of Gringotts Bank after receiving the detailed information.

At this moment, three short fairies were already sitting in the most heavily guarded room.

One of them was Professor Flitwick from Hogwarts.

“Felius, we would really like to welcome you back, but these little things are not of much use to us.”

A middle-aged fairy dressed in metal armor sat on the sofa and sipped a special beverage.

Then, glancing sideways at the spellcasting ring and monocular glasses laid out on the table.

“Gonuk, don’t be rude. Felius is our most distinguished guest.”

The person sitting in the most prominent position was a very old fairy.

His hair was completely white, and his long nose had drooped down, but his eyes were still bright and piercing.

"Although we fairies possess unique staffless magic, now that there are better mediums to assist in casting spells, we should try them out more."

“But elder, if we accept this, it may arouse the suspicion of the wizards.”

Hearing the old demon say that.

The middle-aged fairy in armor suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with worry.

"Don't worry, we just want fairness."

(End of this chapter)