The Day of the Duel at Hogwarts.

Chapter 173 The Story of the Editorial Department (asking for a subscription, asking for a monthly pass)

Editorial Office of The Golden Crucible, Ministry of Magic.

The editor-in-chief looked at the papers in his hand, and frowned slightly. This time, the number of papers was sufficient, but the quality was too weak, and none of them could hold the field. The best academic journal of Potions, "Golden Crucible" must be the best, just being able or qualified is absolutely not enough.

"Editor-in-Chief, the typesetting and printing side are starting to rush."

Glancing at the intern editor who just came this year, the editor-in-chief said dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up, they will know how to remind them. If there is no good paper, how will they typeset and print it, what a fart."

"Editor-in-Chief, how do I reply to them?"

Hearing this, the editor-in-chief looked at the newcomer helplessly. Since his apprentice was able to take charge of his own work last year, he has arranged other jobs for him. He is still under his command to conduct the preliminary review of papers. The editorial department with some experience The veteran employee has already seen that the editor-in-chief is cultivating him as a successor, but he himself has not noticed this.

"What the hell, I haven't prepared the thesis yet, what should I do, anyway, there is still time, so let's procrastinate.

In addition, immediately write to several masters and ask them if they have high-quality papers. It doesn't matter whether they are academically high or low in practicality. is what I asked for. "

"Okay, I understand, then I will now..."

Just as the intern editor was about to leave, the door of the editor-in-chief's office was pushed open. Last year's newcomer editor and this year's responsible editor rushed in and placed a paper in front of the editor-in-chief.

Of course I know the apprentices I brought out.

Seeing the other party's actions just now, the editor-in-chief knew that his apprentice had found a good paper!
Without saying a word of nonsense, the editor-in-chief immediately picked up the paper and checked it.

Seeing their appearance, the intern editor withdrew out very tactfully, and gave up the office to the two of them.

The editor-in-chief looked carefully at the paper in his hand, and gradually became elated.

"Good thing, good thing, if this paper is true, it will definitely have a very profound impact on the magic world. It will not only reduce the price of materials for mental recovery potions, but also improve the quality. Who wrote this paper? "

The responsible editor looked at the editor-in-chief, smiled and said, "Look at the name, I think you should have an impression."

"I have an impression? Could it be a master? Has anyone among these guys started to take the pragmatic route? Then I really want to thank them."

Talking and laughing, the editor-in-chief opened the cover of the paper and looked at the name on it.

Sean Burst...it's...

Um?and many more……

Sean Burst? !

The grandson of the Burst family?
The grandchildren of both parents are Squibs?
Was it Sean Burst who wrote about changing the recipe and cooking process of the forgetting potion last year to shorten the time?
How could he write such a thesis!

Yes, yes.

This paper also has a lot about the new potion brewing method in the previous paper, it seems that I underestimated that new method, they can have a greater effect.

"Editor-in-Chief, how about this paper?"

Looking up at his apprentice, the chief editor finally showed a smile on his face, and said: "The academic quality of this paper is not top-notch, but it is definitely top-notch in terms of practicality. It has changed the formula of the spirit recovery potion. The cost has been reduced, the effect has been improved, and it is qualified enough to be on the headlines of the "Golden Crucible" this time!"

"I really want to meet this Master Sean Burst, even though he is only twelve or thirteen years old."

"The master is the teacher, in no particular order. There is no need to pay attention to his age. Now prepare the thesis and send it to typesetting."

The finalized thesis was prepared very quickly. After proofreading, the thesis was sent to typesetting.

Poured himself a cup of black tea, and the editor-in-chief sat in his seat enjoying himself, tasting the precious black tea from South Africa.

"The editor-in-chief..."

The intern editor walked into the office with a rather uneasy expression on his face.

"Editor-in-Chief, some people disagreed with the headlines on the typesetting side this time. They said that there was no need for that paper to exist. The existing mental recovery medicine is already very good. There is no need to continue to improve it. It is meaningless to improve that effect. .”

The editor-in-chief who was drinking tea paused slightly, the black tea in his hand stopped at his mouth, and the last sip of black tea in the cup still didn't reach his mouth after all.

Enduring it, but finally couldn't, the editor-in-chief threw the cup out casually, it shattered into pieces, and the remaining sip of black tea in it also splashed out.

"These fucks, it's probably because the good days are too many, and I can't tell the priority. It's really funny that the typesetting is the head of my editorial department. Tell them, if they give me any other ideas, they just go away."

Pursing his lips, the intern editor said in a low voice: "The director of the typesetting side asked me to tell you that he couldn't do anything about it. Someone in the Ministry of Magic put pressure on him. He said that he had to do something to save his face. Don't be angry, he still listens to you,"

Hearing this, the editor-in-chief frowned, and immediately knew that this was wrong. At first, he thought it might be that the typesetting director might have some connection with a certain manufacturer of the mental recovery potion.

But now it seems that the forces within the Ministry of Magic are intervening. These bastards really thought they could cover the sky with one hand.

Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief took out a piece of parchment, wrote a note, and said to the intern editor: "Take it, and send it to Mr. Gavin Burst with a snow sculpture."

Hearing this, the trainee editor nodded immediately, and was about to go out with a note.

But before he walked out of the office, he heard the editor-in-chief continue to say: "Also, tell the typesetting directly, proceed normally, and leave the rest to me."

"Understood!"

The trainee editor walked out quickly.

The editor-in-chief looked at the intern editor who left, poured himself a cup of black tea again, took a sip, and muttered to himself: "The sky is falling and there is a tall man supporting it. If Sean Burst doesn't have a backstage, then I will naturally If he wants to stand up, but he has a backer and is strong enough, then there is no need for me to stand up in person, let his own grandfather stand up."

Having said that, the editor-in-chief smiled and continued to enjoy his own black tea.

At the same time, Gavin looked at the note sent by Snow Sculpture, thought for a while, and wrote a letter, which was sent to the Wizengamot Academic Committee.

The letter emphatically raised the issue of academic objectivity and independence, and put forward his idea of ​​zero tolerance for any academic interference.

In contrast, the members of the Wizengamot Academic Committee took it seriously, and began to increase inspection and management work in this area.

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