DNF Meets Harry Potter

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　　 Harry, who was thinking about how to answer him, heard this suddenly full of black lines, what the **** is this?

　　 "Why do you think about this every day..." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally said helplessly: "He just told me that today is the day to test the wands, in order to make sure there is nothing wrong with them...

　　 I can’t remember the details. He said that there seemed to be a reporter from the Daily Prophet to come to take a photo interview..."

　　 "Oh, the detection wand... So that's it~..." Carl nodded lightly, and seemed disappointed when his plan fell through.

　　 Only a few seconds later, his eyes widened: "Wait... You mean that the reporter was sent by the Daily Prophet, is it a female reporter?!"

　　 "Female reporter!...Huh..." Harry took a few steps back with an exaggerated expression, the second became dirty and wet, "Couldn't you be thinking...his...Unexpectedly you are such Karl!"

　　 "What are you thinking?!" Karl laughed angrily at him. Is he that kind of person? of course not!

　　 "I usually tell you to watch less colored things when you are lying in bed! You still don't listen!"

　　 Carl calmed down for a while and then rightly began to accuse Harry's ugly heart. When did this kid become so dirty?

　　 "Then why did you look like that just now?" Harry stepped back a few steps again and asked curiously.

　　 He had never seen Karl make such a shocking gesture for someone he had never seen before.

　　 "If that woman is really here, then I will have a headache later, this person is not below me."

　　 Carl frowned, how he had forgotten this before.

　　 "So, who is she?" Harry asked again that it must be no small role for Carl to take it so seriously.

　　 "Rita Skeeter, the gold medal reporter of the Daily Prophet, but she is not a good thing...a common sentence can be misinterpreted by her as the end of the world..."

　　 Carl replied briefly while recalling the story about the disgusting reporter.

　　 In his memory, that Rita Skeeter seems to be an illegal Animagus, who likes to distort facts, and out of context can only be regarded as basic exercises for her.

　　 In her pen, one sentence is a complete story...

　　A certain street writer often imagines that if he had an automatic quill pen like Rita Skeeter's hand, what a wonderful thing it would be!

　　 "That's really scary..." Harry frowned. Of course he knew what it would be like to be interviewed by such an annoying reporter.

　　 "That's right, so don't talk when you can stop talking later, let me line up with her, such an opponent is not so easy to meet...

　　 Watch me wink and act later! "

　　 The destination was already in front of them during their conversation. After Carl reminded him briefly, he opened the door of the classroom in front.

　　 Somehow, Harry felt that Carl was in a good mood and couldn't wait to compete with the reporter.

　　 The classroom behind the door doesn't look too big. Most of the desks have been moved to the back, leaving a large space in the middle. Krum and Fleur have already sat there.

　　 A piece of long velvet covers the blackboard, and there are five chairs behind the velvet-covered desk. Bagman was sitting on one of them, talking to a witch who looked exaggeratedly dressed.

　　 The witch was wearing a fuchsia robe, and her pale blonde hair was carefully combed into a big stiff wave, which looked very strange compared to her big chin.

　　 She wore glasses studded with jewels, which looked extremely expensive. The nails were more than two inches long, covered with crimson nail polish, and her fat fingers were clinging to her crocodile purse.

　　 Harry's heart tightened, and he immediately understood that the witch was the Rita Skeeter that Carl had just mentioned to him. At the same time, Carl also looked at her with interest. Unlike Harry's nervousness, seeing Rita Skeeter for the first time, this woman made him a good impression.

　　 From the perspective of dressing and dressing, she is very rich. It should be a crop of high-quality leek, which belongs to the same kind of lifeline as those genius doctors.

"Ah! The two warriors from Hogwarts are here too!" Bagman showed a happy smile on his chubby face when he saw Calgharley walk in one after another. "Then we can start! "

　　"First of all, before the start of the game, we must check your wands to make sure they are all in order and there are no problems.

　　 You know, they are important tools for you to complete the tasks you face! "Bagman clapped his hands and said slowly, "The expert is now upstairs, with Dumbledore. But before this work starts, we still need to take a picture, this is Rita Skeeter. "

　　 He added a sentence and made a gesture to the purple-robed witch, "She will write a small report about the contest for the Daily Prophet."

　　 "This report may not be too small, Ludo~..." Rita Skeeter faced Bagman, lifted his glasses, an awkward and polite smile on her face.

"Oh... my fault! My fault!" Bagman made a haha, with a sorry look on his face~www.readwn.com~ Then before I start taking pictures, I wonder if I can talk to Hogwarts first. The two of you have a few words to talk separately? Rita asked Bagmont with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on Harry and Carl.

　　 "The youngest player since the first Triwizard Tournament 700 years ago, there are two, you know... I have to understand first so that I can add more color."

　　 "Of course!" Bagmon said, "if they don't object!"

　　 "This..." Harry couldn't help but hesitate when he thought of Carl's instructions.

　　 "Of course! I have never been interviewed by a reporter!"

　　 Carl said with a smile on his small face.

　　 "Oh, that's great, my dear... Then what are we waiting for? Let's get out of business, Mr. Bagman..."

　　 Rita was suddenly excited, and regardless of Harry's disagreement, her scarlet hand had grabbed his arm in a blink of an eye.

　　 She was so powerful that she dragged Harry effortlessly, and after taking him out of the room again, she opened the nearest door again.

　　 "We can't stay in such a noisy place! The interview needs to be quiet, so that my brain can quickly enter the state. It is not easy to write a headline of one or two thousand words~..."

　　 Rita Skeeter said happily, the smile on her face so strong that she could hardly disappear.

　　 "Yes, dear. You two will be in the headlines tomorrow..."