Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 171 Rising
"A herd of Ysera crossed the frozen tundra, roaming the plains fearlessly, embarking on a difficult and long adventure. The leader who had guided the herd to its final moments had fulfilled his duty, but the legend of Pomlock had only just begun..."

Hagrid sat in the dimly lit Forbidden Forest cabin, clutching his beard in one hand and his mole fur coat in the other, looking up at the flickering light and shadow in the miniature mirror.

Melvin said that there is a concept in Muggle psychology that ordinary people feel ashamed and uncomfortable when they hear their own real voice. This involves many factors, such as sound conduction and the structure of the cochlea. In short, it is very complicated.

At that moment, Hagrid felt truly ashamed.

“Actually, it looks pretty good, doesn’t it?” Kettleburn sprawled out on the sofa next to him. “If Melvin hadn’t asked me to rummage through my memories from my youth, I wouldn’t have remembered that the migration of the Ysera dragons was so spectacular. I was getting all excited!”

Is Professor Kettleburn only able to see Iserlohn?

Hagrid suppressed his somewhat offensive thoughts and loosened his tugging beard: "Professor, do we really want all the wizards in Britain to see these images?"

“That’s what Melvin said.” Kettleburn seemed unsure, “but I think it’s possible that wizards all over the world can see it.”

Hagrid regrets it now. Why did he listen to them and provide voice-over narration for these animals?
"So, are you looking forward to it?" Kettleburn asked with a smile. "I can make your name even more prominent, listing it separately in bold and black in the prologue and epilogue!"

"No need, no need!" Hagrid quickly waved his hand.

"The fairies, their wings fluttering in the rosy glow, gracefully rose from the flowers, forming neat rows to dance, their figures elegant, like princesses in evening gowns, singing and laughing..."

His voice came through the mirror again, muffled and deliberately affected to match the visuals.

The nearly ten-foot-tall mixed-race giant sighed and slumped helplessly onto the sofa, ignoring the teeth biting at his trouser leg.

……

Several candles floated in the air, their flames not a burning orange, but white, like the winter sun shining on snow, slightly dazzling, yet illuminating the entire space.

The person sitting behind the walnut wooden table sat upright, paying close attention to their abdomen as they breathed, their eyes fixed on the parchment paper on the table without making a sound, their whole being tense and afraid to relax.

Looking from the entrance, it's a studio, showing signs of shoddy imitation.

“Cecilia only graduated from Hogwarts last year. Is it really feasible for her to be in charge of the broadcast?” the middle-aged man across the table asked. “Editor-in-Chief Gu Fei, this video news program you proposed is time-consuming and laborious. What if the audience doesn’t accept it? Readers prefer to read the newspaper for news. We don’t even know what the outcome of that video news program will be. We should focus our energy on the newspaper, or wait and see. What do you say?”

Upon hearing the evening paper editor's words, reporter Betty Braithwaite behind him wholeheartedly agreed. Cecilia was a newcomer; she was just a bit prettier, so why did she get to sit in that position?
"We don't have that much time to wait. The most important reason why The Daily Prophet was able to succeed was that its founder was the first to imitate Muggles in starting a newspaper."

Editor-in-Chief Gufy was stern and unsmiling when he was working, exuding an indescribable air of authority. “There are so many publishing houses in the magical world, and there are three of them right here in Diagon Alley. We must seize the opportunity before others can react.”

Do you think that, like newspapers, the mirror represents a major change that led to a new era?

"No, the mirror is more important than the newspaper!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the studio fell silent.

Cecilia, who was chosen to be the host, became even more nervous and felt a little breathless.

The evening paper editor frowned. As a wizard from a pure-blood family, he completely failed to understand Guffey's line of thinking: "Then how are we supposed to make money? The Mirror Show can't be a subscription service like the newspaper. Is the Magic Mirror Club offering a high price? I heard Bagman made a fortune selling football match footage..." "Don't be too surprised," Guffey said calmly, "I personally approached Professor Levent to negotiate. The show is completely free." "He was willing to pay, but I refused."

The evening paper editor scratched his head, completely baffled.

If the editor-in-chief in front of him wasn't Gu Fei, he would have already flipped the table and started cursing. But the Daily Prophet's past responses proved the editor-in-chief's foresight, so he had no choice but to believe it.

In the corner against the wall, Rita Skeeter silently flipped through news articles with her hands down, the face of the young professor lingering in her mind.

"With the help of several directors of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge angrily compromised..."

"The wizards behind the Magic Mirror Club, Machiban and Dumbledore..."

"A type of mirror you may not know about, already being used in Hungary and Romania..."

The parchment was full of news about the Magic Mirror Club, some of which she had written herself. Some were published, while others were rejected by the editor. Rita vaguely sensed that something was rising up.

A glimpse of the colossal object behind the curtain was revealed.

……

On the weekend before the start of Hogwarts, the middle-aged wizard Tarcroft, having learned of the news, arrived early at the Three Brooms, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Lady Rosmerta. However, Lady Rosmerta did not appear, and only a few waiters served the guests.

His heart was like a burning whiskey, pounding with impatience.

According to information he heard from his classmates in the Department of Transportation, the Magic Mirror Club will begin selling small mirrors this weekend. Ordinary wizards might guess it will be tomorrow morning, but Tacrot is a regular customer who has witnessed the scenes of ball games and movie screenings.

He speculated that the three brooms might be released ahead of schedule.

After downing two glasses of butterbeer and two glasses of mead, with hops practically choking me, Ms. Rosmerta still hadn't appeared. The tavern, as usual, served its customers in an orderly fashion.

"Did I guess wrong?"

Tacrot let out a burp, staggered to his feet, and prepared to leave when he suddenly noticed a noise coming from the back room behind the bar.

The sound was very faint, like someone moving something gently and carefully; it was clearly not an oak barrel or brewing material from a tavern.

Having spent a lot of time with Malcolm, Tacroft felt he had picked up some Gryffindor habits and, almost without hesitation, strode into the inner room.

Lifting the curtain, you see wine cabinets and cupboards everywhere. Two waiters are moving suitcases, which are tightly sealed. The noise you just heard was from handling them gently.

"Is this the Shadow Mirror?" Taclot showed no embarrassment whatsoever, his nonchalant manner exactly like his arch-nemesis Malcolm. "It's releasing tomorrow, right? Can I buy it in advance? I'll even pay extra!"

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(End of this chapter)