Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 476 Magic Drama Academy
In the crowd, Harry shrank his neck, gritted his teeth, and walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop.

He didn't know where Ron got the shamelessness from.

He had originally just wanted to wait until Filch and the others were gone before wandering around.

But Ron walked in directly out of curiosity.

As he opened the door, three pairs of eyes were instantly cast on him.

"Here comes another one."

"Harry Potter, are you here to ask stupid questions too?" The muscles on Filch's face twitched slightly, revealing an ugly smile.

"What a stupid question!"

"My questions are all very important!" Ron replied before Harry could reply.

"Are you a Squib too?" Then Ron looked at the dark-skinned lady with lightbulb eyes.

"To be precise, it was some time ago, but now--" Ms. Campbell smiled and showed the wand in her hand.

The dark-skinned lady was very talkative, and she asked Ron familiarly about Filch's work at Hogwarts.

Harry, who had expected to be scolded, stared blankly at everything in front of him.

He finally understood why Filch, despite his bad temper, couldn't get rid of Ms. Campbell.

Because she is a shameless person like Ron.

".Is your name Wayne Campbell? Are both your parents wizards?"

"Then you are much better than Filch. After all, he is also a Squib from the Rawl family!"

"He probably got into Hogwarts thanks to his family connections!"

"I think you deserve better." Ron rarely praised Ms. Campbell.

This is indeed a compliment, at least that's what Ron himself thinks.

Filch, on the other hand, had a conflicted look on his face, mixed with gratitude and resentment.

It seems that Filch has unknowingly developed a crush on Ms. Campbell.

Amid Ron's slander against Filch, Filch couldn't help but speak up, "I'm still here, Ron Weasley!"

"You're here!" Ron rubbed his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

Harry was speechless.

Ron actually forgot about Filch just now, even though Filch was right next to him.

"I almost forgot, I'm going to school with Filch after I buy my wand." Harry and Ron widened their eyes when they heard this.

"what?"

"Magic school?"

"Hogwarts?" Harry asked three times.

I don't think all those Squibs-turned-wizards are going to school at Hogwarts.

Take advantage of the summer vacation of other normal students.

In Harry's mind, he could already see Filch in his inappropriate student uniform, mixing potions under Snape's scolding.

"This isn't Hogwarts!"

"How can people like us go to Hogwarts?" Filch seemed hurt by Harry's words.

"Harry! You are so rude!" Ron said from the side.

"Me? Impolite?" Harry was speechless.

Especially when it was Ron who said it.

"We go to the School of Magic and Drama."

"A school specifically for adult wild wizards."

"Now we also accept wizards like us who were transformed from Squibs." Ms. Campbell said with a smile. She had a dimple at the corner of her mouth, which made her look particularly friendly.

"Magic and Drama School?"

"It can't be a quack magic introductory correspondence course like the Quick Chanting Class," Ron questioned.

In fact, he couldn't help but question it.

Because in the past, there were indeed many fake schools that targeted duds to cheat money.

What’s worse is that their scams are actually very careless.

It's so clear that anyone with a wizard friend can see through it.

This largely screens out a group of Squibs who are rich, eager for magic, but have no wizard friends.

They are easily deceived and have no channels to protect their rights after being deceived.

One of them is the Speedy Spell Class. The advertisement is also lame, claiming to teach people how to quickly spell, but the case is a housewife who is ridiculed for her poor potion.

The name is also very careless - The Obnoxious Lady of Mount Top.

"The School of Magic and Drama is a great school that is not restricted by region and accepts wizards from all countries."

"It is also a professional magic school recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards." Filch spoke at this time.

He acted very proudly and pulled his robe straight, revealing a silver badge with a gold border.

Harry understood immediately.

Ron might not know, but Harry knew that this was probably similar to a vocational and technical school in the Muggle world.

"Why do you need to add a major?" Ron looked at Ms. Campbell. Although they had just met, he trusted Ms. Campbell's words more because they got along well.

"Because it does not foster magical knowledge."

"At least not primarily."

"It cultivates the technology needed in factories in the wizarding world."

“If you are good enough, you can go straight to work in the partner factory after completing your studies,” Ms. Campbell explained.

"In our country, for example, Charlie's Candy Factory, which makes chocolate frogs; William Pharmaceuticals, which has recently become famous and has occupied the low-end magic potion market; and the Nimbus Racing Broom Company all have cooperation with the Academy of Magical Drama," Filch emphasized.

Ron wanted to ask something else, but the sound of clicking behind them interrupted it all.

It was Ollivander who showed up to ride his slide.

And just like that Filch and Ms. Campbell left the wand shop.

Filch acted very reserved and seemed reluctant to meet Ollivander again.

Before leaving, Ms. Campbell signaled Ron to owl.

"Hello, Harry Potter, and Mr. Ron Weasley." Ollivander suddenly appeared behind Harry and Ron.

“What’s going on?”

"I'm clearly facing where you might be," Ron complained bluntly.

Harry also secretly complained that this Ollivander probably had a bad habit of suddenly appearing behind people and scaring them.

"Harry Potter, an extraordinary combination, flexibility, holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. I read in the newspaper that you did a great feat with my product, and I am right, you will achieve great things." Ollivander did not continue.

Perhaps because Ron was there, he didn't even mention the holly wand's brother wand.

He turned to look at Ron. "Fourteen inches, willow. Unicorn hair wands are different from ordinary willow wands. They don't make a whirring sound when you wave them."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid to hear the same evaluation of his mother's wand from Ollivander's mouth, "Ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow, swishes when waved, and is a good wand for magic."

If so, he would feel something was wrong.

"Why don't you tell me my name? I've done a lot of great things recently."

"The invisible beast guarding Ravenclaw Tower, protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and my latest invention - the smoke bottle!" Ron shouted dissatisfiedly.

(End of this chapter)