Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

Chapter 178 This is the attitude~

Ivan suddenly opened the door, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the small stage in the field with his head held high!

His behavior caused dissatisfaction among many people in the room, who felt that he was a little too rude! To be so unruly in front of academic masters like them.

But so what!

First of all, you are not punctual to the time you informed yourself, and secondly! I'm just a child, I'm not sensible yet, you are such adults, you can't care about a "child" like me!

My child is young and successful, and he is a bit arrogant and proud. What’s wrong? I can only say that my young mind is not calm enough, which is human nature!

But you are different. Who dares to open your mouth? This is a very old man who is still arguing with a child. He has no mature adult demeanor at all, but the reporters in this room have slapped it on you!

But he saw that among the reporters here, there was a woman wearing a pair of jewelry-encrusted glasses, her blond hair was styled into delicate curls, her teeth were exposed, and she opened a smile that she thought was very charming.

Ivan felt a chill in his heart after seeing this. If nothing else, he must be the reporter from the Daily Prophet who likes to talk nonsense. So why are you looking at him? He is still just a child!

Needless to say, the identity of "child" is really useful for a limited time!

Didn't you see that in the hearing room, some people wanted to speak, but they were stopped by the people around them who reacted.

It’s so funny, you dare to say it and try it! Just wait and see if I can throw dirty water on you. Anyway, I'm just a brat, what can you do to me?

"Now that the personnel are in place, let's get started!"

A middle-aged woman sitting at the front spoke first to break the deadlock and ask about more important matters first.

"Excuse me, you are Alvin Margrave, a second-year student of Hufflepuff House in Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, to be precise, I will be in the third grade in two months." Ivan smiled openly.

"Well, a week ago, Mr. Severus Snape submitted a material to the Potions Association. It stated that one of his second-year students made it so that Squibs could break their innate limitations and be able to use magic. The magic potion!

And he just made some adjustments when the potion was completed, and discovered the student's outstanding potion talent, and was willing to use his honor as a potion master to vouch for the student's achievements! Is this person you? "

Ivan looked back at the cold and arrogant Si Jiao, and a warm current flowed through his heart. He was not forgiving, but he staked his honor on the materials!

Haha~ My arrogant Potions Professor!

"Yes, it's me."

"Okay, in that case, can we suspect that this magic surge potion was actually made by Mr. Snape, and you were only involved in it, but because of Professor Snape's love, this honor is withheld from you On the head."

The speaker was an old man with an afro, a thick mustache, and a big red dot between his eyebrows. He looked like he was from Third Brother's side. Looking at his round head, he looked like a Kshatriya.

Forgive him for thinking this way, but he really has a stereotype in his heart.

"Mr. Margrave, please take the Parliament seriously." Seeing Ivan staring at him in a daze, the old man was a little unhappy.

Alvin came back to his senses, his eyes gradually becoming wilder!

Seeing his look, Dumbledore and Snape's hearts trembled! This kid won't mess around, right~

He bit into the lollipop and spit it out. Under the influence of magic power, a cluster of flames ignited and burned the piece of garbage cleanly.

"First of all! I made this potion. Professor Snape didn't lie, and he doesn't bother to lie! He wouldn't do it for personal gain and impose undue glory on others out of love for a certain student.

Because my professor is a potion master with countless honors!

I don’t know if any of you here are former Slytherin students. If not, that would be a pity. If there are, you should know!

What is a real Slytherin like? Shrewdness, ambition, respect for the strong, and glory first! This is Slytherin!

My professor, as the head of Slytherin, how could he do something that would ruin his glory for his own selfish reasons!

The pride of my professor cannot be guessed by a narrow-minded person. "

What Ivan said was right, he almost pointed at the old man's nose and said he was a despicable villain.

This old man Asan was so angry that his mustache stood up! He was actually ridiculed by a little kid!

But our teacher Si, when he saw Alvin speaking for him like this, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem, Mr. Margrave, we are just raising questions. Please pay attention to your attitude. Everyone here is a well-known figure in the potion industry. Please remain respectful."

Another old man with gray beard and hair reminded Alvin.

But...he can give you face! Don't think that because you are an old man, I will spoil you!

"Of course I can respect you all, but there is one thing I want to make clear! You can question my ability, and you can question my level at my age, but! You can't question my school and the spirit of our college!

I'm not a Slytherin, but I am a Hufflepuff!

Normally, Hufflepuff is a good old man, but if someone touches the people around Hufflepuff, the friendly badger also has fangs! "

Ivan put his hands on the table, his whole body showing off his sharp edge! There is no fear or anxiety that a child would have in public.

The people present were quiet for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, who was holding a lollipop at the door.

Dumbledore smiled and looked at this little badger who was trying to protect his respected professor and the school. As for the eyes of other people...he didn't see it!

What were you doing when that guy was rude to Hogwarts just now? Now you are thinking of me, the principal of Hogwarts, hum!

"Okay, let's not go off topic. If any of you seniors have any opinions about me making this potion, you can put it forward. I will continue to prove that I made this potion! My professor did not lie."

Ai Wen glanced at the entire audience. Everyone looked at each other and the people around them, but no one continued to question this issue.

"Well, now that this topic has been discussed, let's talk about the issue that everyone is more concerned about, whether my potion is useful or not!"

"How do you prove it?"

"Mr. Filch, can you please come down here?" Ivan looked back at the door.

Filch immediately trotted down from the door. He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to prove to the world that he could use magic!

Because he was a squib, he was discriminated against and oppressed in his early years. Not only did he long for magic, he also longed to be valued by wizards! To soothe his early wounded pride.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I am Filch! The caretaker of Hogwarts. It is obvious that I am a squib! A squib who was born with magical powers but cannot use them!"

Speaking of this, Filch choked up a little - this was his most painful past.

"But! One day this year, my fate changed! He, Alvin Margrave! He brought me a golden potion!

After I drank it, I just slept, and the next day I magically discovered that I could use magic!

Do you know how I felt when I used my magic to take the cup on the bedside into my hand through the air?

I am very lucky that I have the opportunity to be the first squib to use magic. This title used to be a shame in my opinion.

but now! I have forever taken off this hat that has brought me endless suffering!

Here I would like to thank again, classmate Alvin Margrave, it is you who gave me the opportunity to regain my life, thank you! "

As he spoke, Filch, with tears in his eyes, bowed deeply to Alvin beside him.

Alvin smiled and helped him up and said, "You're welcome, sir."

But I'm thinking in my heart, this guy's little words are very good! It looks like it took a long time to prepare!

This is a clear-cut, serious speech with small words. I never saw it before. It is so hidden!