I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 267 Owen: I heard someone wants to report on me

Owen walked towards Hermione, and called Colin, who had just arrived at the door, to hurry up and take pictures.

"I've heard of you." Rita Skeeter raised a greasy smile, the thick rouge powder on her face was even showing signs of loosening, and said: "You defeated hundreds of dementors last year. "

As a reporter for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter certainly remembers the news.

News that once shocked the entire UK.

"Since you are so powerful, why didn't you participate in this competition?"

"Hey—Old Deng gave me a sum of money. He advised me not to participate in the competition. After all, my buddy is too strong, and it is easy and enjoyable to deal with the little wizard."

"Oh?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up instantly.

Shameful money transactions, a favorite subject of the general public.

"A specific amount?"

"Twenty thousand!" Owen said flatly.

"Twenty thousand?!" Rita Skeeter almost gritted her back molars.

However, as a professional reporter, she immediately thought of a news article published by the International Alchemy Association in the Daily Prophet a few months ago, not long after Hogwarts started school.

A little wizard from Hogwarts won this year's best alchemy award - the Sage's Cup, and the bonus was exactly [-].

And the little wizard
"It's you!" Rita Skeeter said in surprise, "Are you the little wizard who won the alchemy award?"

Her heart was in turmoil.

As far as her IQ is concerned, she would never believe that a little wizard can make any major alchemy inventions. There must be a conspiracy behind this.

"You don't know how good teachers make disciples! It's all the teachers who taught me well. I'm what I am today." Owen said in a relaxed tone while directing Granger and Fleur to pose.

"Famous teacher?" Rita Skeeter was overjoyed, the fat on her cheeks trembling with excitement.

Big news!
This is definitely big news!

There must be a famous wizard involved, even - Dumbledore, who has made great achievements in alchemy.

Dirty money deals, the dark side of the famous white wizard, the bribery issue of the Alchemy Association, each of these is a big news that can be talked about.

Now it's all coming together on one person.

How could it not excite her.

"Oh! Yes. Nicole May, you know! My professor of alchemy. He likes me."

"Why, why does he like you so much?" Rita Skeeter asked tremblingly and excitedly. The green automatic sketch pen didn't stop for a second, looking at the man through the shadow of her strong body. A piece of parchment, vaguely recognizable - words such as academic fraud, circle hereditary, etc.

"Maybe it's because I'm Principal Dumbledore's favorite boy!" Owen explained.

"Stop fiddling with your hair, Miss Granger, Dumbhair is your body, give up struggling."

"Then why does Dumbledore like you so much?" Rita Skeeter's eyes were red, a pair of eyeballs that were so excited that they were about to protrude were full of greed.

"Well—maybe it's because my grandfather is Grindelwald." Owen continued.

"Are you a descendant of Grindelwald?" Rita Skeeter was dumbfounded.

Big news, another big news.

"Grindelwald and Old Dengtou are old CPs in the wizarding world. How could they have offspring? My grandmother is the current headmaster of Durmstrang, Wenda Rozier.

oh!By the way, have I not introduced myself yet?

My full name is: Owen Wendy Rozier. "

"Rozier?" Rita Skeeter immediately thought of the famous family of pure-blood wizards.

"The current head of the Rozier family in France." At this time, three other warriors walked in, and Owen quickly asked them to stand together so that they could take a group photo and make it the front page of the newspaper. "The former vice president of the federation, you know! He personally handed over the genealogy tree to me."

"Merlin's beard!" At this moment, even the experienced Rita Skeeter couldn't help exclaiming.

This child, with such a vast network of relationships hanging over him, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

——Except that her brain is not very good, good guy——said all his darkness and filth in one go, and she didn't even use the means of inducement.

This made her a little frustrated.

But it doesn't matter, because at this time, her sketch pen is almost scratching out sparks.

A dandy from a powerful family, born of noble blood, who has close relationships with several famous wizards, emerges vividly on paper.

She even concocted a thread of dirty money dealings that spanned the Federation to the International Academic Association to the British Ministry of Magic.

I believe that as long as the newspaper you want is published, it will definitely cause an uproar.

As quickly as she could she loaded the quill and parchment into her alligator handbag and fastened the buckle.

Haha!

Make a name for yourself now—now! ! !
"Um - this Big Wave Aunt, are you going to publish what you just made up in the Daily Prophet?" Watching Rita Skeeter put away the parchment, Owen also began to talk to the Warriors Their interview - that was impossible.

This kind of thing is naturally done by Miss Granger!

Ho Ho Ho - Let the Warriors check the Warriors, let the reporters deal with the reporters!
"Oh! Of course, this will be good news, right?" Rita Skeeter smiled gently, and then walked straight towards the other warriors.

Mmmmm——the main course has been eaten, and the next one is just some pastries.

"Well - you are really interesting." The moment she turned around, Owen's voice reached her ears, "Did you graduate from Ravenclaw?"

"It's really an insult to the word wisdom. If your head is a little normal, you should know what the consequences will be if you post that nonsense article."

Owen sat on the table with his hands behind his back.

"Let me summarize for you what you wrote."

"A young wizard. His grandmother was the principal of another magic academy and was the assistant to the Dark Lord who once launched the first wizard war. His grandfather was the Dark Lord himself who had the disguise of Animagus. , oh - he also has a deep relationship with the most powerful white wizard in the world, and maintains friendship with a famous alchemist master who has lived for more than 600 years. The most important thing is that this little wizard's family is in the International Federation of Wizards He has a pivotal position and power, and he also maintains influence in various associations.

Now—you intend to slander him? "

"I mean, is it possible that you shouldn't have come to Hogwarts, and you should have gone to St. Elizabeth's Hospital, because you're specified to be mentally ill."

"."

Owen spoke clearly every word.

And Rita Skeeter's face became darker and darker following his words.

In the past, she slandered all kinds of wizards, even Dumbledore, because she knew that the other party might be angry, but she would never attack her.

Specialize in bullying honest people.

But, that's Grindelwald!
If published.It doesn't matter whether her life is worthless or not, because what she should worry about is whether she will be divided into eight sections.

"Well—maybe you should look back?" Owen looked at her with deep meaning on his face.

Because at this time, the door was suddenly opened.

The sudden sound of pushing the door made Rita Skeeter tremble like a frightened bird.

Then, her eyes were dull, and she turned around with an embarrassed expression.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter yelled.

She turned around and saw the smiling old man with white beard!
And the one next to Old Deng—oh my god!Did I read that right?

That is - the Dark Lord Grindelwald! ! !

"Hello." Dumbledore greeted kindly, his eyes shining brightly, "I read the article you wrote in the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference."

He said: "It was brilliantly written, and I especially loved reading the part where you described me as a petrified old madman."

"." At this moment, Rita Skeeter wanted to die.

But not because of the old headmaster's bad jokes, but Gellert Grindelwald, who has been a hot topic for a long time.

As we all know, the readers' favorites are the Fall of the Angel and the Return of the Prodigal Son, the collapse of towering idols, picking bones in eggs with a magnifying glass, and so on.

This is the evil of human nature.

And Rita Skeeter is good at describing this kind of thing, it is hard to believe what kind of image Grindelwald would be in her pen.

"It's just artistic processing, artistic processing."

"Oh~ and the biography of Ms. Bathilda Bagshot, although it's just a briefing, but—you know, the person concerned may disagree with some of the points in your article." , Dumbledore smiled and looked at Grindelwald aside.

And his grandfather's response was just a sneer.

Ms. Bathilda Bagshot, a well-known magic historian in the magic world, the writer of the history of magic textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a friend of Dumbledore and a neighbor to their family.

It was she who introduced her grandnephew Grindelwald to Dumbledore many years ago.

When rumors about Grindelwald spread in the wizarding world last year, Rita Skeeter, the pioneer of the hot topic, naturally ran to personally 'visit' Ms. Bathilda Bagshot as soon as possible.

Given her vile nature, it was of course impossible to get any information out of Lady Bathilda Bagshot, but that didn't stop the fellow from making things up.

In her description, Ms. Bathilda Bagshot seems to be an eccentric, dying, crazy pervert who is crazy about all kinds of celebrity stories.

"I--"

It's like being stuck by the neck.

Her face flushed, and she stared at Grindelwald with horror.

She knew that Dumbledore would not do anything to her, but Grindelwald—that was a famous dark wizard.

This time I can be regarded as a bloody bad luck.

And, why does Grindelwald appear here?
Dumbledore covered him! ! !

For a moment, Rita Skeeter's heart turned cold when she thought of something.

"Hohoho! It seems that someone can't get out of Hogwarts alive!"

Behind her, Owen's strange voice was still heard.

Like a demon whispering.

Contempt mingled with schadenfreude and a certain lure of death.

"roll!"

An indifferent, disdainful, heavenly voice suddenly rang in Rita Skeeter's ear, and immediately a flattering salty smile appeared on her face, and she was holding her crocodile leather bag.

Nodding and bowing towards the crowd, the tight green clothes were bulging, adding to the greasy feeling.

Then, like oiling the soles of her feet, she ran out of the room as if escaping.

Never looking back.

"Hmph~~~" Looking at Rita Skeeter who fled in despair, Owen felt nothing in his heart.

He skillfully jumped off the table, turned around and went to discuss with Luna how to write the manuscript.

He would never have anything to do with someone like Rita Skeeter.

They are people from two worlds, and an unexpected encounter will not be an inconspicuous footnote in the journey of life.

On his way to the top, people like Dumbledore Grindelwald will always be with him.

Maybe someone will walk with him in the future.

But for a clown like Rita Skeeter, he just needs to maintain a certain level of intimidation over her.

She is a smart person, otherwise she wouldn't have been stirring up wind and rain in the magic world for so many years without stepping on anyone's red line.

So she would know how to write about him.

On the other hand, the interview of "The Quibbler" is also hot.

To be honest, there are no interviews at all. Let’s not mention Miss Granger. He is not familiar with Cedric and Fleur Owen. As for Krum, the big Quidditch star, various tabloids have long discovered his life experience. clean.

The only thing that everyone present didn't understand was perhaps the Ilvermorny witch Coatel Stewart.

It's a pity that this woman is a group of aloof, even Hermione, who is also a warrior, can't ask her any information. No matter what she opens her mouth, all she gets is a contemptuous sneer.

The people who watched it burst into flames!
If it weren't for Dumbledore's presence, Owen would have beaten her into a pig's head in no time.

No way, in the end, Owen only planned to go to Professor Eulalie to find out about her life experience.

He's not a Rita Skeeter kind of scum who just makes things up.

Next, it seems that Ollivander helps the Warrior check the wand.

This has nothing to do with him.

The only thing that makes Owen curious is, what kind of expression will Ollivander show when he sees his grandfather Grindelwald again?
It's interesting to think about it.

So he stayed firmly!
But—Dumbledore seemed to see through his thoughts, grandpa didn't follow in, and he didn't stay after Rita Skeeter left.

This makes Owen very sad.

"Warriors, please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander to you." Dumbledore stood still and said to the five warriors, "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

As his words fell, an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes quietly walked in from another door.

He outlined his body, trembling all over.

His face was pale and there was no trace of anger.

It was Mr. Ollivander, looking just as angry as before.

"Oh! Mr. Ollivander, hello!" Owen waved his hands enthusiastically, trying to add some fuel to his anger.

"Mr. Sanchez." He raised his head and said word for word, "You are really an honest boy."

Mr. Ollivander turned his head and looked towards the other door.

"Ever since you left, I've thought you were deceiving me, just trying to trick that wand out of my hand."

he said angrily.

Dumbledore's gaze greeted him, "Okay, Ollivander, the grievances of the previous generation, I think, don't bring them into Hogwarts."

"Miss Delacour, will you be the first?" he said.

"Okay sir." Fleur nodded, walked towards Mr. Ollivander briskly, and handed him her wand.

After taking a few breaths, the calm Mr. Ollivander finally looked a little better. He calmly took Fleur's wand, and twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton. Many pink and gold sparkles.

Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.

"Not bad!" he said softly. After touching the wand, Mr. Ollivander seemed to have changed back to the familiar professional three major European wand masters.

"Nine inches, very strong, made of maple wood, contains... hmm?"

"Contains a veela's hair," said Fleur. "It's my grandma's hair."

Furong's words attracted the attention of the young wizards present.

Although most of them had different expressions, it was quite surprising that such a living wizard with magical blood stood in front of everyone.

Especially Luna, she blinked her silver eyes and looked at Fleur carefully.

Because she knew that Owen also had some kind of magical blood.

"Yes!" said Mr. Ollivander. "Of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too capricious, but everyone has their preferences." , since it suits you."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.

Then, he whispered, "The orchids are blooming!"

In the next second, a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

"Very well, in good shape!" said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur, along with his wand. "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn."

Fleur withdrew her wand, smiled, and walked towards Hermione.

Cedric's wand is a product of Ollivander's work, [-]/[-]th of an inch, and made of Eustaceus.

This wand has good elasticity and the core is the tail hair of a male unicorn.

"Yeah, I remember it pretty well," said Mr. Ollivander, and there was a hair in it from the tail of a particularly handsome male unicorn that must have been five or six feet long, said that fellow Hagrid. She was a docile child, but when I plucked her tail, it nearly poked a hole in me with its horns. "

Mr. Ollivander's complaints made the little Hogwarts wizards smile knowingly.

Hagrid!
His aesthetics are always different from ordinary people.

"This wand is so powerful that only a good wizard can wield it."

Mr. Ollivander praised Cedric's wand and nodded in satisfaction.

He waved it lightly, and a string of silvery-white smoke rings spewed out from the tip of the wand, and the smoke rings drifted from one end of the room to the other.

(End of this chapter)