"No way?"

Rita Skeeter's toad glasses reflected a strange light, and her other, unpetrified hand, pointed at Allen, her tone full of indignation, "What are you doing!

Alan politely kept a smile: "As you can see, stop your aggression - besides, ma'am, if you don't put away your provocative behavior, I will fulfill my duty as a prefect and expel the undesirable, and I will not guarantee what will happen to you then." ”

"You are rude, barbaric, trampling on the freedom of the press!"

"If you make any more noise, then I'm going to have to send you out - trust me, it's something that no one wants to see. Alan remained polite - but when Rita opened her mouth again to say something, her tongue and palate stuck directly together, and she could only make a few whimpering sounds.

Allen's attack came so fast that before anyone else present reacted, Rita was hit - after all, Eren doesn't like to quarrel very much, and it would be too tiring to solve problems that could be solved with magic.

Well, it's as simple as that, the reporter from the Daily Prophet just shut up, so magic's really convenient.

It's a pity that things are not so simple - because Director Bagman looked at Alan with a shocked face at the moment, and his tone was so surprised that he seemed to have seen something beyond his ability to understand: "God, Allen-san, what did you do - you attacked a reporter!"

His tone was no less than seeing someone beat the Minister of Magic in front of him, which was understandable, after all, after more than ten years of peace in the wizarding world, all kinds of moths have come out, and in this era of great pressure from public opinion, the beating of Rita as a journalist is not a trivial matter.

So, almost at the same time as he questioned Alan, he helped Rita unravel the magic - as the tongue regained its freedom, the female reporter angrily pulled out her wand, only to find that Alan's wand was already pointed at her: "Be quiet, ma'am, it's just a necessary measure to calm you down, and if you do anything else, it's really an expulsion." ”

It was obvious that she was not reconciled, but after a struggle with her expression, she lowered her wand, and her face became cloudy—there was no doubt that Alan had been blacklisted by her, and she was going to write about it later.

After taking a few deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down.

"As the actual reporter of the Triwizard Tournament, I think I have the right to do an interview with all the Warriors, and this - well, Allen-san, you don't seem to have a reason to refuse. ”

"You can report on the venue, the weather, and even the environment, but as for the characters, you don't even think about them unless you get permission from the principal and yourself. Alan rolled his eyes and pushed back the words.

It's a pity that his efforts and so on quickly came to naught.

Because Dumbledore is here.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter said loudly, looking delighted—"How are you?" she said, standing up and holding out a large, manly hand to Dumbledore, "Have you read my summer article about the International Council of Wizards?"

"That's wonderful," said Dumbledore, his eyes burning, "I love reading the part where you describe me as a rigid old madman." ”

Or the principal can play, Alan silently bowed to the big guy.

But unfortunately, if everyone's magical talent is outstanding in one aspect or another, Rita Skeeter must be full of defense in her face.

There was no shyness on her face, but on the contrary, she said very calmly, "I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly and bowing politely, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later." The wand detection ritual is about to begin, and if we continue to grind, the ritual will not be able to proceed. “

But it's a pity - thick-skinned people never take into account the time and atmosphere.

"Your prefect just told me that you need your consent to interview them, and I think such an interview is necessary—isn't it?"

Dumbledore glanced at Alan, who nodded.

Then, Dumbledore said in a very pleasant tone, "Of course, there is no problem, but it needs to be agreed by the parties." ”

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Principal, is there something wrong with our communication?

Or - are you kidding me?

It's a pity that there are no more opportunities to communicate - because there are too many warriors, the wand identification ceremony must be hurried up, and Rita Skeeter, who got Dumbledore's promise, has the cheekiness to get the right to interview with all the headmasters, and the headmasters who don't know the bottom line of the news weaver are very happy to grant her the rights.

Yes, they are all a bunch of unreliable guys, and in the end, Alan has to take care of things.

After all, I know with my toes that this reporter, who is accustomed to using chicken feathers as arrows, will never leave him any positive news in the newspaper - especially her talent for finding out the news is in most wizards, and the real material plus the nonsense or something, is even more awesome than the water army.

In fact, she didn't even have to wait for her wand to detect an explanation before she pulled out her shorthand quill and parchment to quickly record something, and judging by the hateful glances she threw at Alan from time to time, there was probably nothing good to say in it.

Each warrior's wand is handed to it and then the investigator, Mr. Ollivander, tells it a rough picture of its state and function, and declares it to be in good condition and ready for the next test.

It's a traditional Triwizard Tournament - after all, a wand is a wizard's best assistant.

When all the wands had been tested, Bagman, who was the head of the department, jumped out with excitement on his face.

"Picture, Dumbledore, picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly, "What do you think of the referee and the warriors taking a picture, Rita?"

As a reporter hired by the Ministry of Magic, Bagman's move was obviously to help his own people - it was clear that Rita would not pass up this good opportunity, and the news with the pictures could hit the front page, and without the photos, it would be thought-provoking where to stay.

"Well, of course, perfect news with perfect photos," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes wandering in the crowd, "maybe a few more solo shots later." ”

Inexplicably, Alan felt that if he took a solo photo, there would be a few needles or other props on his photo.

For this reason, he took the initiative to cooperate and said: "There are also individual interviews in the back, if you come all at once, I don't know when it will be, and I can take a group photo." ”

I don't know if it's Rita Skeeter who wants to dig up more news material or something else, anyway, to Allen's surprise, she actually agreed to his proposal, and made a lot of effective proposals while taking pictures, making the speed of taking pictures much faster.

It's not an easy thing to do - you know, there are eight Warriors now, and the Warriors selected by each school don't have a good relationship, so it's really difficult for them to take such a picture safely.

In addition, Madame Maxime was a big problem - it took the photographer most of the time to make her less visible, and the rest of the time to coordinate the rest of the warriors.

In the end, Windsor stood next to Fleur, and Alan separated the two living treasures in Brazil - and Harry, as for the camera, stood at the front of the camera and became the center of attention.

Obviously, Rita Skeeter knows very well how to stir up a piece of news, and she has a keen grasp of blind spots, so much so that Allen, whom she so desperately wants to deal with, is temporarily abandoned by her.

After a long and painful photoshoot, she finally picked up Harry and ran straight to the broomroom next door—so fast that Alan didn't even have time to say a word.

Gotcha Alan spread his hands angrily, then took out a small packet of nuts from the bag, pinched it casually, and the hard husk broke, then threw it into his mouth and began to eat.

"Windsor, do you want to eat some?"

After being picked up by a frowning Windsor, he pulled out another bag and enjoyed it himself, waiting for Harry to accept the end of his punishment.

Sure enough—it wasn't until he had changed to a third snack, pine nuts, that Harry was let out of it, and the next thing was the Warriors lining up to enter.

"That's, outright liar - watch out!" said Harry.

However, the combined interview time of the other six Warriors did not reach Harry's own interview time - and even two Warriors clearly cast envious glances at Harry.

Young people - the most showy grade, was finally selected from the crowd, but the most eyes were attracted by Harry alone, if Harry was not famous enough, maybe it would be not just envy but deliberately provoked trouble.

After the last warrior, Krum, came out, Rita Skeeter's face was smiling.

"Come on, Mr. Allen—we have enough time for that. ”

She was smiling happily - it was clear that she had sped up the pace to deal with the other Warriors' interviews in order to leave enough time for Allen.

The more time she has, the more black material she will make up through distortion, and when the time comes, when she makes the news, she can do whatever she wants.

As a well-known journalist that even Dumbledore criticized in the newspapers, Rita Skeeter considered herself a popular and well-known journalist who dared to expose the facts of the wizarding world.

Therefore, in this interview for the Triwizard Tournament, she plans to take the front page of the Daily Prophet and write a popular news story to show her strength as a well-known journalist - however, this natural thing is almost ruined by a little imp who has not even graduated from Hogwarts.

That bastard doesn't know what respect is!

He even foolishly came up with the strange rule that the headmaster could only be interviewed with his consent - he had to write this out in the report so that people outside the house could see what a rotten place Hogwarts had become, and that anyone could become a prefect!

The guy who can't hold up the wall in the mud - what about that rule, didn't Dumbledore finally agree to her request for an interview?

She's ready to report on this guy's stupidity and ignorance, and make this guy understand that in the wizarding world, his troll-like behavior is shameful and despicable!

By the time the owl flies over this guy's head like rain, he'll know what regret is!

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Alan smiled at a smug Rita Skeeter, sat down on a cardboard box that had clearly been sat by multiple people, and watched her perform her own show.

Judging by the thick parchment leaking from her handbag, the reporter had done a great deal of work, and at the moment she was laying out a new stack of parchment, and then holding the long, green quill and sucking it for a long time—which made Alan suspect that all the records were written by her saliva.

"Very good - although we had an unpleasant start, but trust my professionalism, we will have a very pleasant exchange and interview. ”

"Now, let's experiment a little... My name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet. ”

As she spoke, the green quill began to write, the tip of the pen deftly gliding across the parchment.

[The charming blonde Rita Skeeter, now forty-three years old, has revealed many flashy false names with her unruly quills-]

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Sure enough, thick-skinned people are so powerful that they even lie to themselves!

"What, what do you say!" After a reprimand, Alan saw the quill draw the following language.

[However, this respectable lady was subjected to an rude, almost insulting verbal attack in today's interview, and it is hard to imagine that anyone would say such a humiliating thing in front of a respectable lady—God, such a slander, Rita Skeeter's heart was about to break, and yet, she still mustered up the courage to shout at the shameless man her displeasure at this behavior, and at the same time gave him one last chance to forgive— Yes, even after being insulted like that, the beautiful lady Rita Skeeter still said that sentence -

The words were full of hope and understanding for the delinquent boy to be able to turn back: 'What?'

That's right, Rita Skeeter actually pretended not to hear that faux pas!

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Alan was stunned, he had just accidentally said what he was thinking, however, the shamelessness of this quill was beyond his imagination...