Chapter 334 Muggleist?

Relieved, Anthony spent a lot of time in the office reading the "Mystery of Time" and successfully forgot about lunch time. If it hadn't been for Professor Bubbaji's sudden visit, he might have forgotten more things.

"Caridi?" Anthony opened the door and let her in. "What happened?"

"It's nothing serious. I just remembered that I should give this to you." Professor Bubbaji handed over a piece of parchment and nodded towards the cat curled up on the cat climbing frame with its eyes half open. The cat yawned, turned his face away, and continued to sleep toward the wall.

"What is this? A list?"

Professor Bubaji said: "Yes, I forgot to tell you. The professor needs to submit the list of students who will take the O.W.Ls exam to the Wizarding Examination Authority in advance. When I left Ms. Bones, I happened to run into Madge The class professor reminded me that the administration has not received the list of Muggle Studies students, and I just remembered that this happened. Here, you need to sign here to confirm, and then the owl will be mailed to this address. A confirmation letter will be sent back to you.”

As she spoke, she sat down on the chair opposite Anthony's table and took off her hat: "Is there anything to eat? Biscuits?"

Anthony stood up and took out a can of remaining coconut sorbet from the decorative furniture: "Here you go."

Professor Bubaji unscrewed the jar, frowned at the deformed ice cream, picked out a piece critically, and ate it.

"It's not too fresh," she commented.

Anthony lowered his head to check the student list and defended the coconut sorbet: "It's less than a year." He looked up and assured Professor Bubbaji who was about to continue talking, "But I'm planning to buy something else. Snacks. If it hadn’t rained so heavily today, what you would be eating now would be the freshest candy quills.”

Professor Bubbaji said, "Don't buy Honeydukes' sucking candy quills, Henry. Their gummy quills are much tastier, just not as chewy as real ones - but we're professors, we don't need to Pretend you’re taking notes and thinking hard.”

"Okay," Anthony said.

He felt that Professor Bubbaji seemed a little different from what he remembered. He glanced at her a few more times while studying the list, and then he noticed that it was her hair - the hair that was usually scattered on her forehead and ears. Her broken hair was tied up and pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head, which made her figure look even thinner and made her bright eyes shine on her pale face. The proportion is larger.

"You'll never imagine what I'm doing today," Professor Bubaji complained over a coconut sorbet.

"uh-huh."

"A few drunk guys broke into the Ministry of Magic and lay on the ground to protest against the Muggle Protection Act. Strikers from the Law Enforcement Squad tried to drive them out, so the drunken guys cursed the Ministry of Magic as 'witch-hunting lackeys'. While trying to apparate. When I went to the Ministry of Magic, they had everything in the hall.

Anthony signed, folded the list, and put it aside, planning to go to the owl loft after dinner later.

Professor Boubaji continued: "After a while, while I was still in Ms. Bones's office, a group of reporters came to knock on the door and wanted to ask the director of the Legal Enforcement Department if he intended to authorize the personnel who were supposed to protect the wizarding world. , a trained hitman who tried to murder wizards for the sake of Muggles. In order to discuss with Ms. Bones, I refused the afternoon exchange meeting organized by the Muggle Studies Society, and ended up spending my time there with a bunch of people with ulterior motives. - There are a few idiots - explaining that the "Muggle Protection Act" is not to infringe on magical rights, nor is it a conspiracy from Muggle society or a witch hunt in a civilized society! Merlin, I am a witch myself! "

Anthony said: "Arthur also mentioned to me that someone was not happy because of the confidentiality law, so that he was not going well at work recently."

"You don't have to tell me who did it," Professor Boubaji snorted, "I'm already familiar with these names. What are you doing today, Henry?" She suddenly changed the subject.

"Me?" Anthony glanced at the book at hand, "I'm just enjoying my weekend."

Professor Bubbaji raised her eyebrows: "You haven't been reading a book, have you? What is it? "The Mystery of Time"?" She shook her head, "You should go for a walk outside more, Henry."

"On a rainy day like this?"

"You haven't been out since the morning, right?" Professor Bubaji said clearly. "The rain stopped at noon. Do you have any plans tonight?"

Anthony felt that she would not approve of him continuing to read, but he still had more than fifty pages left to finish. Before he could think of a suitable answer, Professor Boubaji understood the answer from his hesitation.

"Great, you have no arrangements." She put her hat on her head, pushed the coconut sorbet aside, and stood up neatly, "Want to have some decent dinner?"

Anthony smiled and sighed, and also stood up: "Okay, where to go? Hogwarts Hall?"

"No, the dinner party of the exchange meeting should start soon." Professor Bubaji looked at the time, "If we are lucky, we may still be able to get the last few pieces of blueberry cake."

…

After going through two door keys, Professor Bubbaji took Anthony to the compartment of a garbage truck and knocked on the lock with his wand: "I swear there are people who are more garbage than me."

With a click, the lock opened. The door of the garbage truck opened, revealing the rusty dump truck. Professor Bubbaji stood over and motioned Anthony to do the same.

"This is novel." Anthony muttered. Professor Bubbaji just smiled.

As soon as they stood up, the dump truck began to rise slowly - rising - Anthony felt like he was turned upside down like a garbage can - followed by a feeling of weightlessness. He was dizzy and unsure if he was really thrown down.

However, the next second, he found himself standing on a solid iron plate. This place looks like the inside of a garbage truck. There are no windows, only balls of light from magic, suspended in the air, illuminating the surrounding white-painted iron sheets.

Professor Bubbage stood beside him, shaking hands with a short wizard with a bulging belly: "I knew you would be late, Woodchuck. Woodchuck, this is Henry Anthony. Henry, William Woodchuck." She introduced Anthony to a long-haired wizard next to him, "This is another William, William Walker. Evelyn, you have met him." Evelyn was a witch with light brown hair, and she hugged Professor Bubbage intimately.

"Yes, we have met in your report." Evelyn nodded to Professor Bubbage, turned to Anthony, and extended her hand, "But I think I have never introduced myself. Evelyn Avery."

Anthony extended his hand and shook her: "I have read your book, Ms. Avery."

"Call me Evelyn, if you don't mind me calling you Henry." Evelyn said. Anthony remembered that when he saw the author's name, he suspected that the other party might have some connection with the pure-blood family Avery, but he didn't think he should ask more.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook. With a creaking sound, they seemed to start moving forward.

"Oh--" Anthony whispered.

"You don't think this is the venue of the Muggle Research Society's exchange meeting, Henry!" Professor Bubbage laughed, "We are taking the express train to the exchange meeting."

"Express garbage truck." Woodchuck said.

Anthony said: "No, I just feel like a prisoner or kidnapped or something. I have no idea where I am going."

Walker explained for Anthony: "The castle has an anti-Apparition spell and is not connected to any Floo network. In addition, Ms. Duran, the owner of the castle, also wants to ensure that no one knows its exact location."

...

After getting off the car, Anthony found that the garbage truck was actually pulled by seven short-legged horses. After the wizards attending the dinner got off the car, the horses stood there and looked at them, shaking their heads and ears from time to time, making the bells on their necks clang. Behind them was a stream that served as a moat, and several fishing rods without owners were scattered on the lawn. At the end of the lawn stood a small castle with a tightly closed iron gate, surrounded by dark, twisted trees.

The gate slowly opened with the sound of horse bells. Anthony followed Professor Bubbaji through a corridor full of plastic bags and cans and came to the hall.

"Wow," said Anthony.

This was the weirdest decoration he had ever seen. Motorcycles of various brands were parked in a mess in the hall with gorgeous floor tiles, and flowers made of yellow and green wires were coiled on the handlebars. Ticket machines and game consoles were piled on the spiral stairs, and a traffic light stood where the grandfather clock should have been. The corridors leading to both sides were sealed with cement, and some unrecognizable graffiti was sprayed on them.

"Ms. Duran has a strange temper." Professor Bubbaji said to Anthony, "But she is the largest sponsor of the Muggle Research Society, and she provides countless funds to Muggle Research Societies in various countries every year. The Duran family has always been famous for its wealth, but their family has been prudent for generations, and few people have clearly expressed their support for a certain concept like Ms. Duran."

Anthony saw a miniature brass Statue of Liberty in the corner, holding an ice cream, and a replica of Duchamp's urinal next to it. Judging from the color of the ice cream, it is probably strawberry flavored.

"No one knows where Duran's money comes from. Some people rumored that there is a gold mine under her castle, and some people said that her ancestors had some relationship with goblins and took a lot of treasures from the pockets of those misers, so they have been hiding the location of their castle." Professor Bubbaji said, "Let's go, let's get some desserts."

So Anthony and Professor Bubbaji squeezed through the tires of two motorcycles, bypassed a TV in a glass display case, and came to the long table with two rows of various foods. On the long table closest to them were rows of glittering goblets. Whenever someone took a cup away, a new cup would appear on the white tablecloth by magic, automatically filling it with dark or light yellow liquid.

The wall behind the long table was covered with black and white printouts of "Harlequin Carnival", and menus were flying out of the fax machine continuously. Wizards kept greeting Professor Bubbaji, asking her what she was doing recently and why they didn't see her at the afternoon exchange meeting. Evelyn and Walker were arguing behind them.

"Dessert will be served in a while." Woodchuck said happily, "Stop arguing, Evelyn. Come and try the small hamburgers and cold octopus."

Just then, a lady wearing a leather jacket and jeans, a huge hat with feathers, and a lip piercing came over, holding a goblet.

"Oh, you're here!" she said loudly, "Walker, I really liked your afternoon report that Muggles will destroy wizards! I will definitely - burp - give your research funds - burp - Add some spice! A thousand Galleons!”

Walker said quickly: "Thank you, Ms. Duran."

Professor Bubaji snorted quietly next to Anthony.

"No, I thought about it again, and I'll give you five hundred Galleons." Ms. Duran half-squinted her eyes, "Let's work together! We can shock the wizarding world, Muggles! Let me quote Grindelwald Words – Cheers to the greater good!”

"Cheers!" The wizards around her raised their glasses. Walker hurriedly grabbed a goblet and shouted "Cheers".

"Woodchuck, eat more." Ms. Duran said again, "Caridi, I didn't see you this afternoon, but it doesn't matter, I never understood what your report was talking about. Nice necklace, Evelyn ”

Evelin said politely: "Thank you, Ms. Duran."

"You're a newcomer, right?" Ms. Duran said to Anthony, "I've never seen you before. Did you attend the afternoon exchange meeting?"

"No, Ms. Duran," Anthony said.

"Professor Anthony teaches Muggle Studies at Hogwarts." Woodchuck introduced Anthony.

Ms. Duran said, "Oh, they kicked you out anyway, Caredi? Don't be discouraged, there are better Muggle schools - hiccup - you could try and get a teaching position there."

"No, no," Anthony said, "Caredi is still a professor at Hogwarts. And I know you're busy, Caredi, but you mustn't even think about resigning. I can't handle it. So many things.”

"I think you did a pretty good job." Professor Bubaji said.

"Hogwarts has recruited two professors for Muggle Studies?" Ms. Duran said in surprise. "That's right. I thought British wizards were all stubborn old antiques. You are better than Durmstrang." Too many. I think - hiccup - Durmstrang will definitely be suppressed by Hogwarts in the future. By then, people will be surprised by Durmstrang when they see the Triwizard Tournament in history. How come your name appears next to Hogwarts. I like your shoes."

"Uh...thank you," Anthony said.

"Okay, welcome. What's your name? Oh, okay, welcome, Henry." Ms. Duran raised the goblet again, "Welcome to the most fashionable and rebellious organization in the wizarding world. Be one of them! Let the voice of Muggleism resound in the hearts of every young person who yearns for a new life! Cheers!

She stared intently at Anthony. Anthony had no choice but to pick up a goblet from the side and touched it lightly with her: "Cheers."

He took a sip. There's Coke inside.