HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 312: Quick Note Quill

Alison cast a cleansing spell on the quill that Skeeter had wet by sticking the tip of the quill in his mouth. Without parchment, she placed the quill horizontally against the wall.

"Well, ahem, my name is Alison Grindelwald, and I'm the warrior representing Hogwarts in this year's Triwizard Tournament!"

After saying this, the little red-haired wizard stared at the shorthand quill with excitement and anticipation, wanting to see what nice words it could turn the original sentence into.

He dipped the tip of the pen in ink, placed it on the wall, and began to write. Soon, a line of words was written out with a few "swish".

[Alison Grindelwald, behind this magical and charming name, is a brave and smart warrior! She is the daughter of Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gellert Grindelwald. ]

[At only 15 years old, he was full of enthusiasm and used his intelligence to cross the age limit set by Professor Dumbledore, and actively signed up for this year's Triwizard Tournament, becoming the best person selected by the Goblet of Fire and a warrior representing Hogwarts.]

[If she has any flaws, it's that she's too perfect! ]

After briefly introducing her identity, the shorthand quill immediately began to flatter and describe Alison's appearance from all angles.

The original owner was beaten and it itself was snatched away by the bully warrior.

The swift feather pen that the unlucky female reporter had trained naturally had a strong desire to survive, and it had no moral integrity. The tip of the pen slid across deftly, and the flattering words came one after another without stopping, directly praising the person to a fairy in heaven and on earth.

[This beautiful red-haired girl has a pair of rare and beautiful heterochromatic eyes. The right eye is a strange transparent pupil, representing the noble prophetic heritage of the Grindelwald family, who have foreseen the mysterious and changeable future many times. The left eye is as bright blue as Professor Dumbledore, as if it can see through people's hearts. ]

[The combination of her father's exquisite and pretty facial features creates a beautiful face that is enough to make everyone who sees her intoxicated. Under the brilliant red hair that burns like flames is skin that looks like fresh snow. I'm afraid that only the legendary Avalon's lake fairy can compare with her. 】

[Miss Grindelwald is like a red rose blooming in England, gorgeous and passionate. If you want to please this beauty, you have to use boiling blood! ]

Alison was so praised that she couldn't stop laughing, her face was full of smiles, the corners of her mouth were raised wildly, and she continued to give orders.

"At this year's Triwizard Tournament, Miss Grindelwald's fathers will be very proud of her..."

The tip of the shorthand quill paused slightly, then numbly changed direction and continued to flatter.

[When Miss Grindelwald's fathers got the note from the Goblet of Fire and learned that their daughter had become a warrior and would face such a dangerous competition, they were filled with tears, feeling both relieved and worried. However, they could only secretly decide to accompany their daughter, who they were worried about, to compete and face the danger together! ]

[She is the pride of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Grindelwald, and the star of Slytherin! She is destined to win honor and victory for Hogwarts and Slytherin! ]

Large amounts of compliments were recorded on the wall, and the little red-haired wizard was intoxicated by this interesting little gadget and the sweet words that it succumbed to his tyranny.

Generally speaking, the shorthand quill pens sold in major stores can only record what the speaker says quickly and accurately. Many journalists and writers will prepare one.

In school, some students have enough pocket money to sleep through Professor Spence's History of Magic class, and they also prepare a pen to write down their notes for them.

The ability to expand, rewrite, and distort a sentence into exaggerated text is actually very rare, and requires additional training from the user to allow the shorthand feather pen to record this habit.

It's no wonder that Alison didn't buy a new one, but instead grabbed the shorthand quill that she liked.

The foreign students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were attending classes with their peers from Hogwarts these days - if they were not selected as the Triwizard Tournament Warriors, many of them would have to face the Wizarding Level Examination when they returned. Although the courses on both sides were not exactly the same, it was not a good idea to take a year off and not study at all.

Fleur was in class, and now it was the wand testing ceremony. Naturally, Dumbledore had already asked students to go to the corresponding classroom to pass on the message, but they just had to wait a little longer.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were chatting with other guests upstairs, and Alison, who was free, was caught by the female reporter Rita Skeeter, who always liked to make up stories. Skeeter didn't dare to provoke the big guys too much, so as not to anger them. But a little cricket said a few words, distorted the facts, created a gimmick to make a little money, and no big shot would really care about her.

The innocent little red-haired wizard was dragged into a small room by a reporter with a bad reputation while interviewing the youngest warrior.

It’s hard to say who was more unlucky, but at least our Alison had enough fun from it.

The unfortunate female reporter got a sleep that was like returning to her infancy and fell asleep immediately.

It turns out that the journalism senior who makes up stories with a feather pen is still no match for the bandit junior who pulls out her magic wand when she disagrees with something.

Fleur was called over, the warriors were all present, and Dumbledore went into the cubicle to call for help.

As soon as the door was opened, the old principal, with "tears in his eyes" and "relieved and worried", was shocked by his "pride".

All four walls were covered with sweet words praising Alison from all angles, and the shorthand quill was still working hard, continuing to write on the ceiling.

Alison stood in the room, admiring the "murals" as if they were in a museum.

A female reporter was lying on the ground, sprawled out, sleeping like a baby.

Thick and fat, his claws with red nails were touching the ground, his jewel-encrusted glasses flew far away, and his strange big wavy curls completely covered his big chin.

Dumbledore let out a sharp blast.

A few years ago, the old principal never thought that his life would become so "colorful".

When people are in adversity, their ability to adapt to the environment is truly amazing.

Alison was dragged out by her dear father, grabbing her ears.

The flattering words on the walls and ceiling were also ruthlessly cleaned away by the old father, who was "tearful in his eyes" and "relieved and worried", using a cleaning spell.

The only thing that made Alison happy was the green shorthand quill, which was obviously a Slytherin feature. Her father paused and hesitated for a moment, but still took it with him.

As for Skeeter, who was lying unconscious on the ground...

Still no one cares.