Lynn didn't know that Percy led the commissioners to arrest Malfoy.

　　 He was sitting in his office that afternoon receiving reporters from the Daily Prophet who came to Hogwarts.

　　 The reporter’s name Rita Skeeter, she is wearing a colorful robe, with ugly eyes on her face. At first glance, she doesn’t seem like a good person.

　　 Lynn is so familiar with the name of this reporter. The only reporter who has appeared in the original and left a name is the unscrupulous female reporter who can become a beetle.

　　 But when facing Lynn, her face was filled with a hypocritical and flattering smile, as if sitting across from her was not a Hogwarts student, but the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet.

　　 Lynn glanced suspiciously at this reporter who felt a little abnormal. She always felt that she had no plans for herself, and couldn't help but be vigilant.

　　 He hasn't read the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. If he had read it, he would know why this woman stared at him like this.

　　 Skeeter discovered a new promotion code.

　　 "Mr. Belloc, if you have nothing else now, can our interview begin?" Skeeter asked in a cautious tone she had never used to interviewees.

　　 Lynn beckoned, and a beautiful teapot flew over and filled the cups in front of him and Skeeter with tea.

　　 "Excuse me, madam, but we'd better hurry up and try to end this interview within half an hour. I have another meeting to attend later."

[As soon as we met, Chairman Bellok kindly poured tea on me, and said that he attached great importance to this interview and specially took half an hour from busy working hours to entertain me, the youngest Huo in history Professor Gerwarts, the recipient of the Merlin Medal is so humble and polite, without the slightest bit of arrogance as a young man. 】

　　 Lynn looked at the green shorthand quill like a ghost, and almost finished writing this sentence on the parchment within five seconds of the end of his words.

　　 Skeeter also noticed the change in Lynn's expression, she said with a friendly smile.

　　 "Don't worry about it, Mr. Belloc, since your time is limited, let's talk about us."

　　 Lynn twitched his mouth, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory?

　　 Isn’t this woman an unscrupulous reporter in the original?

　　 Although her current performance is quite unscrupulous, but this is too... embarrassing!

"I heard that the reason why you served as a professor of defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts last semester was because you had already recruited a professor and adventurer, and the best-selling novelist Guidro Lockhart was discovered to be a master of the Forgotten Curse. Liar? That's why Principal Dumbledore had to ask you to replace Lockhart and pretend to be him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Yes, I didn't have the idea of ​​being a professor, but at that time Professor Dumbledore really couldn't find anyone else." Lynn drank the lipstick tea, and glanced at the shorthand feather from the corner of his eye. Pen.

　　【The already recruited professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is suddenly confirmed to be a liar!

　　 Hogwarts is unavailable. When Dumbledore was tossing and turning for this, Lynn Bellock, the little wizard who was only in the third grade at the time, stood up!

He couldn't bear to see that the students in the castle couldn't learn precious knowledge. He couldn't bear to see a professor who had textbooks but no teaching by his classmate friends, so he resolutely proposed himself to the helpless Dumbledore. Application to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and passed the professor's assessment perfectly.

　　 We all know that the position of the professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be unsafe. In this case, Lynn Bellok resolutely chose to take this extremely high risk...]

　　 Just as Lynn stared at the content on the parchment, the "unscrupulous" reporter asked another question.

　　 "Then how much did Dumbledore pay you last year."

　　 Lynn was still shocked at how shameless people could be to speak nonsense like this, and replied subconsciously.

　　 "I think the job at Hogwarts is too little and I don't want it."

[Hogwarts President Dumbledore proposed to provide Professor Belloc with a good salary, but was rejected by this good professor who is dedicated to the public. He said that he wanted everything to serve the students. What about paying? This is an insult to him! 】

　　 Lynn:...

　　 Is this really talking about me?

　　 At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the office, which pulled Lynn from a dazed state back to the normal world.

　　 "Please come in."

Hermione pushed the door and walked in. She saw Skeet who was sitting across from Lynn knew that Lynn was doing business now, so she walked to him lightly and whispered to him about Malfoy's arrest. matter.

Lynn nodded. There was no surprise about this. Snape had already communicated through it, soft and hard, and with some deals to sell Harry, he promised not to interfere with any of the student union’s jobs.

　　 "Then I will go to the Commissioner's Office and wait for a meeting for a while?"

　　 Lynn nodded: "If you are hungry, go to the pantry to get some snacks. Today's cookies are very good."

Just as Lynn and Hermione were talking, the sound of the "rustle" of the pen nib sliding the parchment on the desk rang again ~lightnovelpub.net~ Even though he has now stepped down from his position as a professor, Chairman Belloc is still the same. Take care of every student. When the subordinate members of the Student Union came to the office to report on their work, Chairman Bellok still never forgot to care about the daily diet of his subordinates, and kindly told her to get some snacks to cushion her belly. The little witch at Hogwarts looked forward to him, and the emotions in her eyes made us, as adults, couldn't help but smile, youth, as it should be. 】

　　 Hermione's cheeks suddenly blushed, the blush spreading to the tips of her ears, and then she ran out of the office with her hands and feet covering her face in a daze.

　　 Lynn looked at Skeeter speechlessly.

　　 "I said, there must be a limit to nonsense, you are a bit too much."

　　 Hearing the dissatisfaction in Lynn's tone, Skeeter hurriedly held the shorthand quill pen that he was going to write down in his hand.

　　 "Sorry, sorry, its old problem is committed. I will delete this sentence to ensure that I will not continue to talk nonsense."

　　 Lynn shook his head helplessly.

　　 "Then go ahead, others are still waiting for me."

　　 Skeeter asked a few more simple questions intriguingly. The back of the quill is also a lot more honest. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is not as numb as the previous one.

　　

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