DNF Meets Harry Potter

"..."

Harry, who was thinking 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, to make sure they are not wrong...

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

"Oh, the detection wand... it turned out to be like this..." Carl nodded slightly, and seemed disappointed when his plan fell through.

However, after a few seconds, 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, "You shouldn't have thought...his...Unexpectedly you are such Karl!"

"What are you thinking?!" Carl laughed angrily at him. Is he such a person? of course not!

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

After Cal calmed down for a while, he rightly began to criticize Harry's ugly heart. When did this kid become so dirty?

"Then why did you look like that?" 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. It must be no small role to make Karl take it so seriously.

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

Carl replied briefly as he recalled the story about the disgusting reporter.

In his memory, that Rita Skeeter seemed to be an illegal Animagus, who liked to distort facts, and taking out of context could only be regarded as a basic exercise for her.

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

A certain street writer often imagined 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.

"Yes, so, don't talk if you can talk later, let me line up with her, such an opponent is not so easy to meet...

See me winking later! "

In the process of their conversation just now, the destination was already in front of him. After Carl briefly reminded him, he opened the door of the front classroom.

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

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

A piece of long velvet covered the blackboard, and five chairs were placed 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 purple-red robe, and her pale blonde hair was carefully combed into a large 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 clutching her crocodile leather bag.

Harry felt tight, and 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.

In terms of dressing and dressing, she is very rich. It should be a stubble of high-quality leeks. It 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 is nothing wrong with them.

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 gestured 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, raised his glasses, with an awkward and polite smile on her face.

"Oh... my fault! My fault!" Bagman slapped haha, with a sorry expression on his face.

"Then before I start taking pictures, I wonder if I can talk to the two of Hogwarts alone first?" Rita asked Bagmont with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on Harry and Carl. Look.

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

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

"This..." Thinking of Carl's instructions just now~www.readwn.com~ Harry couldn't help but hesitate.

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

Carl said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, that's great, 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 pulled Harry effortlessly, and after taking him outside 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..."