Chapter 252

“Exclusive interview…”

Mr. Weasley murmured.

“No.”

En replied.

He did not wish to disrupt his quiet life at Hogwarts.

Alchemists were all measured in their conduct, and the British Ministry of Magic maintained a certain understanding with the Alchemy World, but wizards in the realm of fame and fortune were not so restrained.

For instance, the upcoming professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts…

If En remembered correctly, Harry had once been kept back for a long time, helping Professor Gilderoy Lockhart reply to letters.

For En, Chocolate Frog cards held more honorary value than practical utility, and he did not believe fame was particularly important.

Magic was the foundation of everything.

“I understand, Mr. Green.”

Professor Quirrell nodded, asked nothing further, and intercepted the middle-aged witch, preparing to leave.

At that moment, the middle-aged witch’s calm expression shattered—truly an outcome within reason, yet unexpected.

Even the Chocolate Frog card, one of the highest honors in the Wizarding World, could not sway every wizard.

She was astonished: a young wizard of such age could so easily refuse such an honor…

No wonder he was called the Thrice-Great Hermes.

“Please reconsider—we do not require all your information.”

The middle-aged witch said this before leaving.

En felt puzzled; he furrowed his brow slightly, and Professor Quirrell halted, waiting silently for further instructions.

“The Chocolate Frog card aims to record all wizards worthy of preservation in magical history; we do not care whether your details are complete.”

In fact, for historical figures whose records cannot be verified, we merely create imagined portraits or leave the space blank.”

The middle-aged witch spoke quickly, then bowed respectfully, awaiting his response.

Aside from Mr. Weasley, few wizards would notice this secluded corner.

Mr. Weasley suddenly felt he had stepped into something extraordinary, and overheard something even more extraordinary.

His back grew damp with sweat—how had the guest transformed from a Hogwarts student into a figure like young Dumbledore?

“Do I need to appear in person?”

En’s voice was youthful, yet no one present dared to ignore it.

“If that is your wish—I mean, of course.”

Said the middle-aged witch.

En ultimately decided to listen.

“Goodbye, Mr. Weasley.”

En bowed politely.

“Oh—you’re busy, child.”

Mr. Weasley waved his hands frantically.

Not long after.

The middle-aged witch, heart pounding with excitement, entered the compartment.

The Chocolate Frog Card Committee imposed strict requirements on wizards featured on the cards, for they collected wizards from every corner and field of the world.

With so many wizards, naturally, there were different levels of priority.

Of the current hundred-plus cards, renowned scholars or experts in magical history held higher priority and occupied most slots.

For example, famous magical theorists (Adelbert Wolflin), Muggle Studies experts (Blenheim Stock), Arithmancy scholars (Bridget Winlock), geographers and astronomers (Ptolemy), and inventors of notable magical objects and spells, among others.

Next came the top celebrities.

For instance, the most famous rock band in the Wizarding World, “The Weird Sisters,” whose entire lineup—from lead singer to every instrumentalist—appeared on wizarding cards.

Also included were singer Celia Wobble and the “Vampire Singer” Bradwyn Brad.

Naturally, celebrities from sports and literature were also numerous.

Finally, there were wizards who achieved the first of their kind in magical history, such as the first female Minister of Magic (Artemisia Lufkin); the first person to cross the Atlantic on a flying broom (Jocuda Saxes), and so on.

But the highest priority, and the one the Chocolate Frog card could never be without, was the greatest living wizard!

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and the four founders of Hogwarts—of course, their appearances on Chocolate Frog cards were perfectly normal.

These wizards were symbols of their era; if they did not appear on the cards, the card’s credibility would plummet.

And now, this small wizard was precisely the one the Chocolate Frog Committee had identified as the next greatest wizard of the coming age.

His importance had once surpassed Harry Potter.

Thus, they dispatched Louise Vike, head of the Information Collection Department, to conduct what might become a historic meeting.

The compartment had a small fireplace, enchanted to illuminate the entire room.

Books filled every corner—personal treasures once collected by Professor Quirrell.

En sat on a soft leather stool, Professor Quirrell standing silently beside him; Louise felt he resembled a butler.

“Just a silhouette will do, esteemed Mr. Green…”

Louise explained softly.

…

The noise outside soon faded, and the Fairy Biscuits were nearly sold out.

The middle-aged witch exited the compartment, clutching a folder, satisfied; Professor Professor Tela raised an eyebrow and saw the witch stride straight toward her.

“Master Professor Tela of Vagadu, will you have time for an exclusive interview with us next week?”

Said the middle-aged witch.

As an alchemist, Master Professor Tela’s reputation was just barely sufficient for inclusion; now, it was enough.

Professor Professor Tela understood perfectly; she gave a slight nod.

This time, she would once again outshine those old relics.

In youth, she had; in middle age, she had; now, in the era of comparing disciples, they could not even see their own shadows.

She had won utterly, completely.

Truly… delightful.

Diagon Alley gradually awoke; nearly all shops had opened for business.

The Fairy Biscuit Shop, located at number seventy-seven, had gone from nearly empty to bursting with customers within three hours.

This left the Weasley twins, watching from the shop next door, utterly baffled.

“What do you think, George?”

Fred leaned out the window.

“I’m using a telescope, Fred.”

George said.

Soon after, only wizards casually strolling through Diagon Alley remained in the Fairy Biscuit Shop; these wizards had just entered, just glimpsed the nearly unbelievable creations—and were instantly stunned by the price.

“No wizard would refuse to become a fire dragon, unless his wallet held him back.”

A wizard in a blue robe gazed longingly, his expression one of yearning and helplessness.

Almost all wizards in the shop now looked like this—possessing some purchasing power, yet unable to afford the price.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the biscuits sold out.

“The entrance notice says the remaining series will remain available…”

One observant wizard understood what this terrifying implication meant.