American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 713: Ruiwen: Reporter? I think you are here to cause trouble on purpose!

Harry and Mark were stunned by Snape's words.

Is this what a teacher should say?
Harry glared at Snape, "Professor Snape, you should apologize to Hermione."

Mark also stood up and said, "You're going too far, professor."

"Let me think."

Snape's voice sounded soft and creamy as he stared at the two of them.

"Gryffindor will be deducted 50 points, and Potter and Padraic will each be sentenced to detention. Now, gentlemen, go to your classes and do not be late for my classes, or you will be detained for a whole week."

Harry's ears buzzed at Snape's words.

This is just so unfair and assholeish!
At this moment, Harry really wanted to cast a spell on Snape and turn him into countless slimy, dirty slug fragments.

Mark also wanted to take action, but when he saw Peter not far away, he had to suppress his thoughts.

The two of them walked past Snape indignantly and came to the back of the dungeon together.

Harry slammed his bag down on the table.

"I swear, one day I'll make him apologize to Hermione!"

Harry said firmly.

Mark opened his mouth but said nothing.

The situation of both of them is not very good now. The students in the school all think that they cheated and were selected by the Goblet of Fire.

It's better for both of them to keep a low profile.

On the other side of the Potions classroom, Malfoy turned his back to Snape, pressed his badge with his hand, and smiled triumphantly at the two of them.

On his badge was written "PORTER STANK TUCK", the words glowing brightly.

Harry could see it even from this end of the room.

After the class started, Harry sat in his seat and stared at Snape, imagining all kinds of disasters befalling Snape.

I really wish I knew how to say the Cruciatus Curse.

If he could have done it, he would have had Snape lying on his back, twitching and struggling and whimpering like the spider.

“Antidote!”

Snape said as he looked around the class.

There was an unpleasant light in his cold black eyes.

"You should prepare your potion recipe by now. I require you to brew it carefully. Then, we will choose someone to try it."

Snape's eyes met Harry's.

Harry knew exactly what was going to happen - Snape was going to poison him.

"Dangdang!"

Harry picked up the cauldron, rushed to the front of the classroom, and slammed the cauldron down on Snape's greasy head.

"Potter, perhaps you could come up and demonstrate."

Snape's words interrupted Harry's reverie.

In reality, he sat in his seat and didn't move at all.

Harry stood up, a little confused.

He actually didn't know how to demonstrate it.

He was totally unprepared for today's lesson.

Just then, there was a knock on the dungeon door, interrupting the confrontation between Harry and Snape.

It was Colin Creevey's classmate.

He sidled into the classroom, grinning at Harry and Mark, then headed for Snape's desk at the front.

"What is it, Mr. Creevey?"

Snape asked him impatiently.

"Excuse me sir, I need to take Harry Potter and Mark upstairs."

Snape's eyes dropped from his hooked nose to look at Colin.

Seeing Snape's unfriendly look, the smile disappeared from Colin's face.

"Potter, and Padraic, both of them have another hour of Potions class."

Snape said to Colin coldly, “After class, the two of them will go over.

Colin's face turned red instantly.

"Mr. Snape, it's Mr. Bagman who wants Mark and Harry to go."

He said a little uncomfortably, "All the warriors have to take their pictures."

"very good!"

Snape said to Harry in a sharp voice: "Potter, leave your things here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote. And Mark, you go take pictures!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Snape, but Harry has to take his things."

Colin said nervously: "All the warriors"

Snape glared at Colin and said, "Potter, take your schoolbag and get out of my sight!"

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and walked towards the door with Mark without changing his expression.

As he passed the Slytherin table, the words "Potter Stinky Shit" flashed at him from all directions.

This made him even angrier and more depressed.

When Harry and Mark entered the room, they saw Raven and the others.

Several connected desks were covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk there were several chairs, and in one of them sat Ludo Bagman.

He was talking to a woman Harry had never seen before, a strange-looking woman in a magenta robe.

Viktor Krum stood in the corner with a gloomy face, just like before, not talking to anyone.

Raven was talking to Fleur.

Furong smiled happily and shook her head constantly, her long silver hair shining with dazzling luster.

Loki was talking to a man with a big belly.

The man with a big belly was holding a large black camera that was emitting a little smoke.

Tom clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Bagman came over quickly when he saw Harry and Mark coming.

"Harry, Mark, come here, there's nothing to worry about, it's just a wand testing ritual."

Mark asked in surprise: "Detection wand?"

"Yes, and take some pictures. This is Rita Skeeter."

Bagman introduced the woman in the red robe next to him, "A reporter from the Daily Prophet, planning to write a few short articles about the tournament."

Rita Skeeter stared at Mark and Harry. "Maybe it's not a small matter."

Then he turned his gaze to Bagman, "Mr. Bagman, do you mind if I talk to the four Padraic children? Their father is Peter Padraic, who is said to be a financial backer of the Ministry of Magic and has close ties with Minister Fudge."

Bagman coughed awkwardly, "Mr. Padraic is a good man. If Raven and the others agree, I think you can interview them."

Raven and the other three did not refuse and were taken to a separate room by Rita Skye.

She pulled out a green quill and a scroll of parchment.

He dipped the quill with his spit and the pen began to write automatically on the parchment.

Rita Skeeter turned her gaze towards Raven, "Very well, let's start with Miss Padrick. Why did you decide to sign up for the competition?"

"I do not have."

Riven immediately said that she didn't do it.

But she was shocked to find that the green feather pen had written a line of words on the parchment.

"Raven Padrick is the eldest daughter of the Padrick family. She grew up in a magic family and has complicated feelings towards her father. She loves him madly, which may be a kind of Oedipus complex, but she also hates her father for looking down on her identity as a woman. So in order to take revenge on her father, Raven decided..."

Raven glanced at what the quill wrote, then looked at her in astonishment, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, never mind the pen."

Soon Rita Skeeter turned her gaze to Rocky and asked, "Rocky, will your father tell you about the content of the levels of the tournament?"

Loki thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. Dad is very strict with us."

The quill wrote on the paper: "In Rocky Padrick's eyes, his father is a very strict man. He has hunted countless dark creatures, but he also has a set of beast-like training methods for his children."

Loki: “?!”

After questioning Rocky, Rita Skeeter asked Mark, "Mark, do you think your father is cheating behind the scenes? Why do you think he did this? Was it to help you win the championship?"

Mark said to her dissatisfiedly: “No, not Dad, my father has nothing to do with this.”

He really wanted to ask if this reporter came here on purpose to cause trouble.

at the same time.

Peter was standing outside the school, unaware that Rita Skeeter had written him as a villain. At this moment, he was comforting Hermione.

"It's all right, Miss Granger."

While comforting her, Peter used rune magic to remove the big buck teeth in Hermione's mouth.

After Hermione touched her big teeth with her hand, she adjusted her mood and thanked Peter with red eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Padraic."

"You're welcome."

Peter patted Hermione's shoulder gently and said to her, "If you still don't feel well, maybe I can ask Headmaster Dumbledore for leave for you."

When Hermione heard that Peter could help her ask for leave, she immediately became excited and completely forgot about her previous "beaver teeth".

"Mr. Padraic, can you ask for leave for me and come to visit the farm?"

Hermione thought about going to Peter's farm again.

Peter was stunned, then he pondered for a moment and said, "It should be possible."

A few minutes later, Peter fell silent as he watched Hermione get on the car happily.

He suspected that Hermione was playing tricks on him.

"You look like this girl's idol, she has a little crush on you."

Gwen, who was standing next to Peter, said to him.

"Yeah, I'm an idol to many people, and my best-selling books are very popular here."

Peter looked at Gwen's mouth and asked her, "What are you eating, Gwen?"

"The strange-tasting beans in the magical world are said to have various flavors, including rotten eggs, bananas, candied fruits, marshmallows, vomit, lemon candy, and earthworms."

As she spoke, Gwen suddenly stopped and a strange expression appeared on her face.

"Oh no! I think I ate some booger-flavored beans!"

Peter: "."

Night at Padraic Farm.

Peter was in the study, looking at the level design for the Triwizard Tournament that he had already written, with a malicious smile on his face.

For the first level, let these naughty kids of yours experience the difficulty of hell.

The first level he set up was the same as the original tournament level, with several different scenarios, and asked Raven, Harry and others to draw lots.

No matter which scene you draw, you can go in and be a warrior.

(End of this chapter)