Chapter 1298 Good Days

No one knows what Hermione and Elena did in the Admission Tower.

In fact, like the Admission Tower itself, this secret is destined to be sealed in the legends of the past headmasters.

That's right, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... past headmasters.

"That election was meaningless?"

Hogwarts Castle, Headmaster's Office.

Looking at Elena, who was sitting on the edge of the desk swinging her legs, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

Hermione Granger sat by the chair, like Dumbledore, seriously writing and reading some documents.

"I never knew... the Headmaster of Hogwarts could secretly transfer this. It's outrageous. What about Dumbledore?"

"It's not a transfer, but a new operating model after revising the rules."

Elena explained with a straight face, taking a parchment contract from Hermione's hand and handing it to McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore modified the basic school rules before he left. Now Hogwarts can have three official headmasters at the same time."

"The certification of each headmaster is jointly completed by the will of the castle and other headmasters... I am now the temporary headmaster, and Granger is too."

"However, I can announce my resignation and let you fill the position I leave."

"This is ridiculous!"

Professor McGonagall frowned heavily, looking at the two little witches in the office.

Hermione seemed to hear nothing, seriously continuing to copy the manuscript and organize various documents.

The Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance finally chose to compromise. From now on, Squibs and low-magic users throughout Europe will also be eligible to enroll.

At Elena's suggestion, they will sort out all the lists before July this year, taking 11 years old as the origin, fluctuating up and down by two years, and send Hogwarts acceptance letters to this group of qualified students, inviting them to study at Hogwarts Castle. However, this matter will eventually be endorsed by McGonagall.

"So... is this still a threat? What if I disagree, or have other ideas..."

"Then I will send out forged letters in your name, notifying them to register on time."

Elena said with a matter-of-fact expression, she glanced at Professor McGonagall, seemingly unaware of the other party's surprised and angry expression.

"The ancient school rules of Hogwarts record that we should accept any underage wizard who arrives at the school as much as possible."

"From a specific point of view, they will be mixed into the normal enrollment sequence, smoothly crossing the lake, climbing the mountain, and entering the Great Hall. From the moment they enter Hogwarts Castle, even if Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin refuse, Hufflepuff will still accept them. On the other hand, I don't see any reason for us to refuse them. At least within Hogwarts, these students' spellcasting ability and magical learning are no different from other students, right?"

"I will not recognize this informal, seemingly clever, loophole-drilling way of headmaster inheritance!"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, trying to restrain her emotions. She was no longer the her of two years ago.

The half-Veela has extremely powerful emotional influence. When she first saw Elena, she was successfully interfered with her mentality.

Perhaps today's Elena is more mature and knows how to use her talents better, but Minerva McGonagall also knows how to deal with it.

"You are not yet the official headmaster... there are many loopholes in this, but I will temporarily treat this as Dumbledore's request."

She glanced at Elena, her mood gradually calming down, and pursed her lips and said softly.

"Also, you don't have to use words to provoke or explore me."

"I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, and it is my duty to enroll students and maintain order."

"I saw the situation of Argus Filch. If this is a long-term phenomenon, then I naturally have no reason to refuse."

"But one thing is that Squibs and low-magic users cannot buy wands at Ollivanders Wand Shop."

"Also, judging from the content conveyed by Argus Filch, their spellcasting ability will automatically disappear after they leave Hogwarts. Have you considered these things? Are you right? Although I don't know how many people there are, and I don't know how you did all this, but..."

Professor McGonagall looked around, frowned slightly as she looked at the past headmasters who were leaning against the picture frames and watching the show with interest.

"...I know that this is definitely not something that you, or Dumbledore, can do alone."

"You have put so much effort into making Hogwarts a magical holy land. Have you thought about these things?"

"Hogwarts is not a charity or a dream paradise. We are a school that teaches people how to control and learn magic."

She paused, a hint of exploration and scrutiny in her eyes, and looked at Elena thoughtfully.

"It would be terrible if the content taught by the school is meaningless after they leave here."

"We can't let them stay in this castle forever, that's the key."

"Seven years. We have seven years."

Elena supported herself with both hands, jumped nimbly from the desk, and walked to the window.

She looked at the sparkling lake outside the window, extending outwards along the lake, which was the increasingly prosperous and perfect Hogwarts outer area.

Research institute, Hogsmeade Village expansion, magic industrial park... a total of seven or eight sectors converged around Hogwarts, forming an increasingly concrete and clear city concept, or more accurately, the prototype of Hogwarts Academy City is growing and perfecting at an alarming rate.

"The problem of wands is very simple. We can refer to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... they distribute wands after enrollment."

"Mr. Ollivander may plan to open a branch in Hogsmeade High Street to cooperate with the new stage of Hogwarts teaching."

"As for the problem of temporarily not being able to cast spells outside the school, I think this is actually a plus. Isn't that what Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic require?"

As Elena said, she pointed to the other side of the wall in the headmaster's office, "I am conscientiously maintaining the requirements of the magical society in compliance with the law."

Professor McGonagall then noticed that it had been transformed into a small bulletin board.

Hogwarts-related school rules, education orders, and the Underage Wizard Management Act were posted on it in categories.

Below is a small bookshelf with the books and publications mentioned in the "bulletin board" above, which looks quite standardized.

"Of course, we will promote those issues you have considered step by step in the future."

Elena directly used "we" without avoiding it, anyway, Professor McGonagall is now half on the pirate ship.

"Hogwarts is just the beginning. We have successfully proven the feasibility of constructing the magic network, and when the magic network operation test of Hogwarts is stable."

She raised her finger and gently touched it in the air, and there was a sound like glass cracking in the air.

In Professor McGonagall's vision, countless spider web-like cracks appeared out of thin air, as if there was actually a two-way mirror there.

However, as a Transfiguration and Charms master, Minerva McGonagall could naturally quickly tell what it was:

Instantly solidified, substance-like air formed a glass-like appearance under Elena's magic.

This is not just simple wandless, wordless casting.

Elena's scene just now almost reached the level of ancient legendary wizards.

Even the four founders may not be able to do this so easily if they are resurrected. Professor McGonagall vaguely saw more from those broken cracks...

The ubiquitous magic flowed from all directions, converging in the cracks in front of Elena, instantly repairing everything, like an invisible net spreading in the air, which wizards can borrow strength from at any time, or resist the magic cast by wizards...

Magic network? Professor McGonagall silently recited it once in her heart. Filch also mentioned this word before.

However, Argus Filch could not show more, he only successfully "connected to the Internet".

"...We will let the magic network bloom and connect in every corner of the world."

Elena's voice continued, she glanced at Professor McGonagall.

The magic book slowly hovered and opened in front of her, the pages turning, finally stopping in front of a golden vortex.

"This is the Internet access."

Elena said, she tapped it with her wand.

Two or three pages of golden text floated out, detailing the online process and precautions.

"All formal professors, students, and other faculty and staff can manipulate and borrow the magic network according to the method on this."

"The conventional spellcasting has not disappeared because of this. The magic network will bear part of the computing power to reduce the difficulty of casting and increase the power of the spell."

"More importantly, in the minds of Professor Dumbledore, Professor LeMay... and more wizards, with the popularization of the magic network, any human being who can perceive magic can also enjoy the joy of releasing magic. This is all, the real... a new era belonging to all civilizations."

"All humans who can perceive... magic? Do you mean..."

Professor McGonagall frowned, seeming to suddenly remember something.

She suddenly turned her head, and happened to see a few strange and out-of-place documents in the corner of that bulletin board.

Werewolf Prohibition/Restriction Act, Non-Human Intelligent Creatures Prohibition of Holding Wands Act...

"That's right, I said, times have changed..."

Elena nodded lightly, opening the window to let the wind blow through her silver hair.

"Perhaps there are no wizards in this world at all, or perhaps everyone is a wizard."

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At the same time, Ministry of Magic.

"Really? That guy is really crazy to this point?!"

Cornelius Fudge stood up suddenly, looking excitedly at the young Auror in front of him.

Just a few minutes ago, he received a message from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, that guy, he tried to develop a werewolf potion, and he plans to promote it to the non-magical world?!"

"Haha, then he's completely finished, he's finished... Quick, notify Kingsley, send someone to arrest him immediately!"

"Also, also, reporters, Wizengamot, International Confederation of Wizards, we must act immediately, today is a good day! Oh, I mean, uh, this is really bad news! We need to deal with it quickly, it will become a good day!"

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes swept across the desk, where today's Daily Prophet was still spread out.

Lockhart announced his candidacy for Minister of Magic in a high-profile manner, and according to opinion polls, his approval rating is not low.

Cornelius was originally a little desperate.

But...

Hey, he knew it! He would rather do nothing than make a mistake!

Just like Barty Crouch back then, his competitors would expose their flaws themselves.

Aha!