Hogwarts executioner

Chapter 117 1 small goal

Mag looked at the French and foreign wizards present, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, apparently in a very good mood.

It's a great feeling to be on someone else's territory and have someone else's talent at your feet.

Betty gave up her plan to continue interviewing Mag. If the conversation continued, she still didn't know if the professor would complain about the shady story of the French wizard chess competition. It's one thing to know something, but it's another thing to say it. There are many wizards present, and she doesn't want a good thing to turn into a bad thing.

Betty turned to William and asked, "Mr. Smith, do you have any plans for this game?"

William stood tall and faced the crowd, wearing a suit with a graceful demeanor. He raised a finger and said, "Well, let's set a small goal first and win first place."

"Wow." The wizards at the scene all laughed. This little guy, who looked no more than fifteen years old, boasted boldly. His small goal was to be ranked first, and his big goal was to defeat the French chess king.

"Hush." ​​Some French wizards couldn't hold back their anger on the spot, booing bursts, and many even raised their middle fingers.

Betty was excited. The photographer just clicked several times, and tomorrow's headline photo was ready.

Betty continued to ask: "Your Excellency provoked the pre-match duel in advance, but later changed it to a match. Did you reschedule because you were worried about lack of strength?"

William said: "My time is very tight, and I still have a lot of school work to complete. After winning the first place, I can challenge it on the spot, which can save me a day."

Haha, what an arrogant little guy. Several experienced wizards shook their heads.

"It can be seen that Mr. Smith is very confident. Do you think that after defeating Professor McGonagall, you can defeat others?" Betty continued to ask, with a hint of provocation in her tone.

"Of course not. I'm just a twelve-year-old child. The world is so big. It's my first time to go out and see. How can I know if there will be hidden dragons and crouching tigers? But precisely because of this, it is even more important to set a small goal, and then Move towards your goal.”

William said seriously, seemingly not hearing the words to defeat Mag.

Betty immediately asked: "Then why did you set the number one goal, and it is still a small goal?"

William said: "People must have a goal, so as to have the motivation to move forward. If you are busy every day, but you don't even know what you want, what is the meaning of such busyness? I firmly believe that only those who dare not set a goal can There is no threshold that cannot be overcome when it comes to goals. Those hurdles that you think you cannot overcome are just because you have short legs!"

Betty Lancers immediately blushed. I am proud of my short legs. I save fabric for the country!

Professor McGonagall couldn't help chuckling when he heard William's last words.

An old wizard sitting on a bench at the scene who knew the inside story of the "War between Britain and France" chuckled to the three young wizards beside him: "Ha, it seems that this year's competition will be interesting."

"Hahaha." The illegal wizards at the scene burst into laughter, amused by William's seriousness.

"Pfft, hahaha, short legs, haha." A tall female wizard who was holding a drink and looking at the scene meaningfully was so amused by these words that she choked.

What you said makes sense, little friend, the French wizards watched William pretending to be aggressive, wishing they could step on them a few times.

"He only knows how to be sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued. Damn the British guy. He had the ability to win the chess title back then!"

Several young wizards looked at William with bright eyes, feeling that they had found their idol.

"cool."

Old wizards will naturally not be tempted by a few words of chicken soup. This kid is so clever, and he will probably harm many good girls in the future.

The corner of Betty's mouth twitched, and she asked again: "Professor McGonagall just said that after you learned Wizard Chess, she hasn't won once. Did she let you on purpose, or do you think her chess skills have regressed?"

Mag stood tall and sneered at the female reporter.

William, who felt the temperature drop, said without hesitation: "I just learned wizard chess last month. Of course Professor McGonagall let me. But the professor said that my strength is very good, and there is no problem in defeating people like Bill Jones." .”

There was a burst of laughter at the scene. A guy who only learned wizard chess last month actually came to participate in the competition, and even boasted that he wanted to challenge the chess king.

Betty was very satisfied with this answer and said again: "I have one last question. If you don't make it into the top 10, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by everyone?"

William pretended to be confused and asked curiously: "I will obviously win, how can I be laughed at?"

A madman, a psycho, an idiot!

Everyone murmured in their hearts and quickly labeled William.

perfect!

Betty and the photographer laughed happily. For such a provocative interview, the female reporter did not need to imitate those predecessors and take quotes out of context. They could just copy them all. And it will definitely be put on the headlines by the editor-in-chief, and then given special comments.

If you don't make a fuss or hang yourself, how can you be in the news?

Finally being able to make headlines, Betty mentally shouted three times long live the news.

She even thought of the title - Idiot Professor and Crazy Student from Hogwarts, England.

The French like to watch British jokes the most. This big joke will make all French wizards happy. This year’s year-end award is guaranteed.

Looking at Betty who was about to interview someone else, William suddenly said: "Miss Lancers, if you can't stay in France, you can go to England to find me."

Betty smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, but I think Mr. Smith is still thinking about how to return to England."

"Of course we fly back," Mag said coldly.

"Just don't fall into the sea halfway." said a French wizard.

A group of wizards laughed.

"Even if it falls, it is still our British sea." William smiled calmly.

As we all know, the United Kingdom has monopolized the world's sea power for nearly a hundred years, and challengers such as France and Germany have followed the British to eat turtles.

"Little devil, you have a sharp mouth now, don't cry tomorrow." A French wizard sneered.

"Idiot." McGonagall said disdainfully, leading William out of the Ministry of Magic hall, leaving behind the laughing crowd.

"You are so arrogant, is it because of that letter? Are you going to beat the face of a chess king, and beat up all the French wizards by the way?" Ao Hai hid in William's sea of ​​consciousness, amused by William's arrogance.

"This is not what you want." William exchanged words with Ao Hai.

"Hit, hit hard, the French are not good!" Ao Hai laughed.

As soon as he went out, he stopped a taxi. McGonagall told him the location, and then said to William: "The place we are going to is the home of the old wizard Gary Anderson. He used to be the school's Defense Against Dark Arts professor. He is also a potion master and has great influence in France. But he is French, so we only stayed for a few days to avoid complicated hotels."

The two came to an old house in Paris and knocked on the door. A house elf opened the door and said, "Welcome to visit Professor McGonagall or Mr. Smith."

An old wizard in green clothes, a green hat, and green trousers walked slowly down the stairs next to the gate, and said to Mag in a deep voice, "You're here."

"I'm here." Mag replied standing by the door stairs.

"You shouldn't have come." The old wizard came down with a serious expression.

"But I'm still here." McGonagall said (in William's mind).

William suppressed a smile in his heart. The old man was only about 1.8 meters, a little shorter than the tall Mag., but because he was on the stairs and Mag was at the bottom, the distance was evened out.

"Master, there are two guests, do you want some tea?" Another elf asked in a very low voice, holding tea and looking at the two old men, one tall and the other low.

"Hmph, sit down." The old wizard muffled.

Mag was not polite and took William directly to sit on the sofa.