"I apologize again, Madam. We didn't mean to be nosy. We were just worried that you might be in danger." Newt scratched his head.
"I think we shouldn't talk about this anymore." Lena forced a smile. "Mr. Newt, let it go."
"Oh!
Of course, please don't take it to heart. "Newt paused for a second and whispered to Liana in a low voice." It's a very normal hobby. My wife even tried to find a unicorn to get its blessing to add a little fun to our sex life — "
He nodded slightly. "You know."
Lena kept smiling. She didn't really want to know what kind of blessing the unicorn could provide. Ron, on the other hand, moved closer. He was very interested in everything. Fortunately, Harry covered Ron's mouth in time before he could ask.
Sirius shuffled uncomfortably towards Lupin. Just a second ago, he was still an innocent puppy, and the next second, he had become a human with a strange fetish, exposed to the eyes of the secular world — —
Everyone was human, but he was still a dog. This made Sirius feel inexplicably ashamed — although he was grateful that he didn't have to return to Azkaban.
Lupin was especially happy today. "Ha!
Look at Harry's expression!
I guarantee that he won't call Sirius Blackie affectionately for a week!
I'm the best uncle in Harry's heart! "
Lupin patted Sirius's head affectionately and comforted him. "Don't worry, everyone has a strange hobby."
Lupin's comforting words made Sirius even more embarrassed.
"Modius!"
A woman's sharp voice rang from not far away. Satasha ran over with her long legs. Her eyeshadow was a mess from her tears. She looked like she hadn't had a good rest for years.
"Satasha!"
Modius burst into tears and buried herself in her sister's arms, complaining about the grievances she had suffered these days. "I thought I'd never come back!"
After comforting her, Satasha took Modius and thanked Harry and the others. "Thank you very much for helping me find Modius!
We just came here from America not long ago. We're mainly here to visit Grandmother. If we couldn't find Modius, I really don't know how to meet Grandmother … "
Samantha held Harry's free hand. "Modius told me a lot of things. Anyway, thank you, little knight!"
Harry smiled shyly. "No, that's nothing, ma'am."
"You did a good job, Harry." Ron nodded in a fatherly manner. "Although I don't know what you did, I'm proud of you."
"Thanks." Harry glanced at Ron and rolled his eyes.
Samantha turned to Ms. Lena and said, "Ms. Lawrence, please forgive my previous rudeness, and thank you very much for your help. I hope you can do well in Little Hangerton."
Samantha coughed. "I heard some inside information from the staff. Maybe the next recording will be related to an old house. Maybe you can search for information about this."
"I will, Satasha." Lena nodded. "Thank you for the information."
Dumbledore felt that he had heard a very familiar place. He joined the ladies' conversation. "I'm sorry, ladies. Were you talking about Little Hangerton?
Weren't you talking about breakfast cereal or something else? "
"I'm not the only one who thinks that Little Hangerton's name is like a bad breakfast cereal!" Ron squeezed Harry's arm.
"Oh, yes, sir." Samantha looked at Dumbledore, who was dressed like Santa Claus, and suddenly thought, 'Does he spend hours every morning grooming his beard?'
This was the subtlety of magic that Muggle Lady Samantha did not understand. "We did mention Little Hangerton just now. The final battle of the Battle of the Undead will be held there."
"I'm not sure … if this is a good idea." Dumbledore frowned and stroked his beautiful beard. Little Hangerton, the father of Tom Marvolo Riddle, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, had a property there. Who knew if there would be something not suitable for underage Muggles to see. Of course, adult Muggles might not want to see it either …
Most people did not know that Tom Riddle was Lord Voldemort. Newt, for example, did not know. He was trying hard to educate the ladies about the magical animals in Little Hangerton Forest.
It was similar to how the Fire Ash Snake liked the living environment of Little Hangerton, so it laid more eggs in the houses, leading to more frequent fires. The residents had to replace wooden buildings with brick buildings — who would want to know this little knowledge?
Look at the expressions on the ladies' faces.
Dumbledore glanced at Anna. Did Anna know that Tom was Lord Voldemort?
Did she know that Lord Voldemort's father's villa was in Little Hangerton?
Anna's sweaty face in November was enough to say something. "Oh, she knows." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Harry again and suddenly had a bold idea.
"When is the next shooting?" Dumbledore asked.
"Probably in a week, sir." Samantha touched her wristband and thought. "Just now I happened to hear the staff talking about 'we can finally have a week off.' So I guess the shooting will continue in a week. They will inform the contestants then."
"Oh!
That sounds like a good day! "
Dumbledore 'considerately' suggested to Anna. "Anna, perhaps you would like to be with your mother on such an important day and witness the moment she wins the competition?"
Do I want to?
Anna asked herself, "Should I visit a country house where a murder happened?"
Who knows what kind of trouble is waiting for me there?
She even wanted to persuade Lena to withdraw from the competition!
Anna took a deep breath. Dumbledore's purpose in making this suggestion was too obvious. After all, he was not the only one who wanted to play the game of raising Harry.
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of eating the Optimism Potion candy at Miss Bashida's house. "That's very kind of you, Headmaster Dumbledore!" Anna looked very happy.
She paused for a second. "Maybe I'll have a chance to appear on TV. Oh, TV is the best publicity tool. Maybe I'll become very famous..."
"After all, who doesn't like to watch TV?
Not only Muggles, but also male and female wizards love it! "Anna raised her eyebrows.
Ron nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, I can't imagine a day without the weather forecast." In fact, he did not want to lose the beautiful weather forecast girl even more.
Anna's words sounded very childish, but Dumbledore could hear some hidden meaning in them.
"It would be great if I could use Muggle TV in Hogwarts in the future," Anna finally said her purpose after a while of foreshadowing. It was not only for the Weasley twins who were still brooding over the ending of 'Growing Pains,' but also for her own entertainment. More importantly, it was to let the magic world more directly experience Muggle technology. Yes!
That was the main purpose!
She would definitely go to Little Hangerton. It was unavoidable for the time being, but perhaps she could fight for the greatest benefit for herself at the right time. That way, she would not be ashamed of the beautiful green of Slytherin!
Dry data and weak reports were unable to attract the attention of the stubborn purebloods to Muggle technology. No amount of verbal propaganda was as shocking as the strange programs on a color satellite TV.
The Muggle bloodline was not weak. Anna hoped to subtly influence the perception of the wizarding world. She decided to start with the most easily influenced child wizards to reduce the bloodline discrimination among wizards.
"Times have really changed, Anna. I suddenly realized that I'm already an old man over a hundred years old." Dumbledore thought for a while and finally nodded.
"Hogwarts may indeed need to make some changes. Just like when Lady Darius Derwent introduced Muggle flush toilets during her term as headmistress, not only did it save the castle managers the difficult task of cleaning the dung buckets, but it also made the castle clean and hygienic. Everyone loves Lady Derwent."
"Maybe I can also be a good headmistress that everyone loves." He paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something. "Although that can no longer be achieved, I still hope to work hard for it. Anna, you've fought for a TV for the Muggle Research classroom. I'll allow all the students in Hogwarts to use it as much as they want."
"There's only one for now." Dumbledore stroked his beard. "I don't want to die from the spittle of those eccentric board members."
"You're a good headmistress!"
Ron was very excited. Although he did not have to go to Hogwarts for now, he did not mind having a cute little TV in the magic school that he was destined to go to. Although Dumbledore was not loved by everyone, at least at this moment, Ron had a good impression of him.
"I agree with Ron. You're a good headmistress." Anna smiled brightly.
A voice in her head began to chant.
"… Ancient and powerful Hogwarts, for many years you've been hiding in an unknown corner, away from the worldly disturbances, isolating the young hope of the wizarding world from the Muggle world. You've done well. I hope your high walls are still strong. I hope your system can continue for hundreds of years. I hope your sleeping dragon can still maintain good sleep under the harassment of 'high-intensity aerobics' —"
'Get ready for the Muggle culture shock that begins with Batman!'
This was probably the aftereffect of the Optimism Potion candy, definitely not because she wanted to do something in Hogwarts to add a little fun to the boring and boring school life.