Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 653 The Passionate Wizard

"Dolores Umbridge!" George whispered the name softly, "This person should be the opposition forces behind them, an opponent who was brought up."

"What about Horace Slughorn?" Harry asked curiously.

George recalled, "Horace Slughorn's reputation is not bad, he is a smart and careful person. He likes to be in the company of the strong, but he will not take the initiative to steal the limelight. His character, he will not Take the initiative to stand opposite me."

"Want to stop those people from continuing to talk about this?"

Hermione looked at the intensifying wave of opposition on the opposite side, with some unease in her tone. In this case, almost no one could stand up and support George.

Just now, her doubts and objections were immediately suppressed by the other party in the form of a hat. Now the entire bar is full of voices against George becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Why stop it? Isn't it interesting?" George said lightly, with a look of interest on his face, observing the performance of the opponents.

"But their opposition will prevent you from becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts!" Hermione reminded in a low voice.

George smiled and said softly, "If their momentum is really big enough to change my mind, I will be very happy to see this scene."

Hermione looked at George with a puzzled expression, wondering what medicine he was selling in the gourd.

George did not explain much, in his view, any change requires actual action. If those wizards can come up with actions and awareness that are enough to make him change his mind, he doesn't mind changing his mind.

Neither the game nor the future of the entire magical world can become his one-man show. He was happy to see new powers in the wizarding world, happy to see changes in the wizarding world, even if they weren't so good. He also has the confidence to bring that power to the ditch where he needs it.

The worst thing is the indifference without the participation of other people. It is not fun at all to push the entire magic world forward.

Old John said loudly, "We are not against the great Mr. George Soros, but we need to be responsible to our children and our younger generation. Our children, our younger generation, should get a better education, Get a more competent principal."

He waved his hand and said excitedly, "We can't just stand by, we can't just sit back and watch. What we need is not silent silence, we need a positive response from the Hogwarts board."

He repeated impassively, "The board of directors of Hogwarts should listen to the voices of the residents of the magical world, instead of lazily throwing all the burdens on the great Mr. George Soros."

"At a moment as important as this, the great Mr George Soros deserves more quiet time when he is focused on improving his strength."

At this time, Old John was like an unyielding fighter. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and his heart was shining with the brilliance of justice. This is simply the most glorious moment of his life, and everyone is supporting and agreeing with him.

The others waved their arms and responded to Old John enthusiastically. They said loudly, "This is about all of us, this is about our children, our descendants."

A strong sense of responsibility, a strong sense of mission, haunted the minds of those wizards. At this moment, they seem to be heart-to-heart, holding hands, working together for the same thing and the same idea.

Old John said loudly, "It doesn't matter whether the Hogwarts board of directors really cares about the future of the wizarding world. But we must care about the future of the wizarding world. In our opinion, at this moment, the headmaster of Hogwarts needs to An authority figure with experience in education.”

"That's right." The others agreed loudly. "The headmaster of Hogwarts needs an authority with experience in education."

"Maybe we should consider the opinions of the students?" Little Walker suggested with some guilty conscience.

As a young wizard who had not graduated long ago, he also had a very good impression of George. Think about it, a student younger than him, a junior he had met in school, not only became the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, but would soon become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Thinking of this made him excited, and he couldn't help but want to see his classmates become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Or a great young wizard, who can better represent the future of the students." Little Walker suggested to the others.

No one cared about Walker's gregarious speech, they couldn't see him, let alone hear what he said.

They pushed little Walker aside, and pushed him from the bar to the middle of the bar.

They talked cordially, they talked enthusiastically, they talked about the importance of Hogwarts, and they talked about the great mission they shouldered.

Everyone seemed in high spirits and eager to try. A sense of mission with a heavy responsibility on their shoulders surrounds them, and a sense of responsibility that determines history makes them happy.

At this moment, they are no longer ordinary wizards, they are ordinary wizards who determine the future of the magic world, they are with the great figures in history, and they are honored.

"The Hogwarts Board of Trustees has to listen to us, and the headmaster of the school, it's up to us to decide. The headmaster of Hogwarts, what you need is an authority with experience in education, something like"

"It's like" Old John gave an example, he was so excited that he forgot the name of the principal candidate for a while.

Everyone else looked at Old John with nervousness and anticipation. At this moment, they were deciding the future and history of the wizarding world. They were deciding, for over a thousand years, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Old John turned his head anxiously, thinking desperately, what is the name of the principal candidate?

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he became restless.

In the eyes of others, the heavy burden on his shoulders, the heavy sense of mission, had already overwhelmed Old John a little bit out of breath. Immediately they felt the same way, only that the whole bar seemed sultry and irritable. Like a sweltering summer afternoon, a humid, steaming heat wave surrounds them.

They held their breath and didn't dare to pant loudly. They looked at Old John with anticipation, and wanted to hear him say a headmaster who would make everyone feel welcome.

(To be continued.)