Chapter 1021: The first wizarding drama in the magical world
Chapter 1021: The First Wizarding Series
When it comes to pranks, Peeves is the only one in Hogwarts who can take on the twins.
After Filch was inexplicably attacked by a giant dung ball while frying fish in the office in the morning, he was buried in a sticky swamp and unable to move during his nap at noon.
The most infuriating thing was that the door was locked from the outside, and no one came to rescue him even after he struggled to break free from the swamp and screamed at the top of his lungs.
If Dumbledore hadn't asked him to help decorate the hall for the Christmas ball that night, there's no telling how long he would have been locked in the office.
No need to guess, this was definitely done by the extremely naughty twins from the Weasley family.
You caught their sister last night, so you want to take revenge today, right?
Punishment! It's too much punishment!
Filch gave Mrs. Norris a bath, then took the lantern and began patrolling the castle with murderous intent.
He searched every corner, even going so far as to stay in the kitchen until 11 a.m. after the 3 p.m. curfew, but he couldn't find the damn twins.
"Little bastards...you better not let me catch you...otherwise...otherwise you will..."
It was past four in the morning when Filch finally couldn't bear it anymore and went back to sleep.
He had a nightmare.
In the dream, he was being chased by two little demons holding steel forks. He ran forward desperately and finally ran to a cliff.
Either get stabbed to death by the steel fork, or bet there is a glimmer of hope at the bottom of the cliff.
Filch jumped off the cliff decisively, and when he landed he felt as if his chest was hit by a sledgehammer.
Then, something terrible happened.
When he opened his eyes, he found that the two little demons holding steel forks were chasing him again.
This time he chose to fight back, and was stabbed straight through.
The nightmare kept repeating, and when I woke up it was already noon.
Filch felt sticky all over, probably because he was scared and broke into a cold sweat.
He just wanted to sit up, but found that he couldn't move again.
He looked around and found that his hands and feet were tied to the corner of the bed, and Mrs. Norris was sleeping soundly on his chest.
No wonder my chest either hit the ground or I felt a chill all over my body. It turns out this was a real feeling of oppression.
"Weasley's little bastard..." Filch gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the hemp rope, but no matter how he tried, he failed. In the end, it was Dumbledore who rescued him.
He did not patrol that night. After eating, he added a series of anti-intrusion measures to his office door.
But this did not pose a problem for the twins. After a smoke bomb containing dragon's breath pepper was used, his eyes became red and swollen for several days.
On Christmas Eve, before his eyes had fully healed, feathers had already started to grow back on his body.
Filch knew why this happened. Some time ago, the damn twins made a kind of canary biscuit that could make canary birds grow feathers when eaten. Of course, he immediately listed this damn thing as a banned item.
I didn't expect that less than half a month later, I would have the opportunity to experience the feeling of having feathers growing on my body. It's really great.
After Christmas, I will teach these two little bastards a lesson!
While Filch was decorating the auditorium in feathers, the activities of the Owl Court Club on the 5th floor were as lively as ever.
After Vincent completes the daily mission of defeating the challenger (1/1), he receives a video communication from Sirius.
The other party was in an open plain area, and there was some noise around.
"Busy now?"
Sirius turned around and focused the picture on a group of wizarding men and women dressed in medieval costumes in the distance.
"We've started filming. Do you think the kids from the Academy of Magical Dramatic Arts can do a good job of filming the show?"
The distance was quite far and Vincent couldn't see clearly.
However, judging from their slightly exaggerated movements, it seems that the series was filmed as a stage play.
"It's okay. We can't start with the Muggle mode. We have to let everyone get used to it."
Sirius nodded very casually.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s well-made or not, as long as the series comes out smoothly.
So what if Nobili is rich and powerful and wants to be the top? If there is no content, it will just be a decoration.
The solo drama "The Gryffindor Chronicles" tells the story of Godric Gryffindor's experiences in his youth, focusing on how he grew into a legendary duelist resounding throughout Europe.
The series is currently planned to have 10 seasons, and the script for the spin-off series "The Slytherin Chronicles" is currently being written, and of course Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will be involved in the future.
Vincent didn't expect that Sirius had everything sorted out in just a few days after just a casual mention.
"That's not that difficult. My family has invited the Academy of Magical and Dramatic Arts to perform every year. It didn't take me much effort to negotiate with their principal."
As for the script, that's easy. The Black family has plenty of gold Galleons, so they can find any gold medal writer they want.
Vincent finally understood why the rich second generation always had nothing to do.
They do things casually that others have to work hard to accomplish. There is no challenge at all. How can they not feel bored?
"By the way, who is your director?"
Sirius walked towards the crew that was filming.
He stopped behind a wizard who had his head pressed against a surveillance screen. "Hey - Remus, come say hello to Vincent."
Lupin turned around and waved his hand at him with an impatient look on his face. "Go away. If you're bored, think about what kind of magic to use to replace the new map. Don't bother me."
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The despised Sirius rolled his eyes and walked aside, "See, this guy is so arrogant now. If I had known, I would have just left him at the factory."
Letting Lupin, who has no filming experience, be the director... It can only be said that he has money and can do whatever he wants.
Vincent had a complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
The Black family has plenty of gold Galleons, and it is estimated that even if they struggle for a hundred years or so, they may not be able to empty their family fortune.
Besides, the first season was made to increase the competitiveness of the Prongs Magic Appliances brand. Even if it turns into a piece of shit, it is still better than the Nobili brand with no content.
"Okay, good luck to you guys." He looked at the friends who gathered around him curiously, "Let's not talk about it for now. Once the filming of the series is finished, we can arrange a time to celebrate."
After hanging up the phone, the twins squeezed over first.
"Dude, Dahei is going to film a drama? Professor Lupin is the director?"
Vincent briefly explained the situation.
Tomorrow is the release date of the Nobili brand magic home appliances. Their promotion has been very strong recently. Although Sirius doesn't say it on the surface, he must be very anxious in his heart.
Sales volume or something like that didn't matter. The main thing was that Lucius was always talking about his son, which made him sick.
It's just that he almost died under the claws of a violent fire dragon, but he's made to look like a hero saving the magic world. No matter how much false propaganda there is, there should at least be a bottom line.
So, Vincent suggested that Sirius invest in the filming of the first wizarding TV series in the magical world. By the time those old men realized and wanted to follow suit, Prongs had already reaped the first batch of dividends.
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