Xingzhe didn't like the tone in which Snape called him, and it was obvious that the words of the great god were definitely making fun of his novels, and Xingzhe added a lot of more anachronistic titles to the serialized novels, such as the great god, Dick Si and the like. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But one thing can be proven, Snape is now going to watch "Singing Against the Tune", and on the basis of supporting Luna's father's career, he won't care about him.

"Well, Great God? Why does he call you that? Penelope was obviously still struggling with Snape's salutation just now, but Xingzhe didn't answer, but said wittily: "In which room?" ”

"I'll take you there." Penelope's train of thought was distracted, and they walked outside a room.

Seong-cheol knocked on the door and walked in.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch that Xingzhe had never seen before, dressed in a magenta robe.

As soon as Xingzhe saw it, he saw through that this was an out-and-out Animagus.

Victor Krum, as usual, stood in a corner, with a gloomy face, not speaking to anyone. Cedric is talking to Fleur. Fleur was very happy, and Xingzhe thought in his heart, Cedric's kind of man is in line with her aesthetics, her attitude is good, she is really a face control element who can't see people's inside. She kept shaking her head, causing her long silver hair to shine with a dazzling sheen. A pot-bellied man with a large black camera that smokes slightly is watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Bagman suddenly saw Xingzhe, quickly stood up, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here he comes! The Fourth Warrior! Come in, Owen, come in...... There's nothing to worry about, it's just the ritual of detecting the wand, and the other referees will be there soon-"

"Detection wand?" Xingzhe asked suspiciously, he didn't like to be touched by his wand.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in the future." Bagman said, "The Expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then it's time to take a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the magenta-robed witch, "who was writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet......"

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said, her eyes fixed on Xingzhe.

Her hair was made into delicate, stiff, grotesque curls that looked particularly awkward with her big chin. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. Fat fingers clutched the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were more than two inches long and painted red.

"Before we get started, can I have a few words with Owen?" She asked Bagman, but her eyes were still firmly fixed on Seong-cheol, "You know the youngest warrior...... To add a little color to the article. ”

"No problem!" Bagman exclaimed, "It's just—I wonder if Owen is against it?" ”

"I'm against it." Xingzhe said coldly.

"Ah, little boy, don't be willful, it won't take much of your time." Rita Skeeter said, and in the blink of an eye, her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Seong-cheol's arm with incredible force. She wanted to drag him out of the room, but...

Xingzhe was like a stone statue standing there, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull Xingzhe.

"Uh, Owen, it's good for you to have more exposure, please... Give me a face..."Mr. Bagman kept begging Xingzhe, Xingzhe's heart moved, this cliff is because two people have some kind of cooperative relationship, so they will say such things.

Xingzhe still went in with her, in a small room.

"We can't stay in there, it's too noisy." She said, "Let me see...... Ah, okay, it's quiet and comfortable. ”

It's a small cubicle where you can put a broom.

"Come on, honey - that's right - that's great," Rita Skeeter said, sitting on an upside-down bucket with her ass dangling as if she was going to fall down at any moment, and Seong-cheol leaned against a cardboard box and raised his hand to close the door, plunging the two of them into darkness, "Now, let me think about ......"

She opened her crocodile-skin handbag, pulled out a candle, and with a wave of her wand, set them all on fire, and magically suspended them all in mid-air so they could see what they were about to do.

"Owen, I'll use a shorthand quill to make notes, you won't object, will you? So I can have my hands free and talk to you normally......"

"Hmph." Xingzhe snorted coldly, but he wanted to see what tricks this woman was going to play.

The smile on Rita Skeeter's face was even more pronounced. She showed the three gold teeth in her mouth. She reached into her crocodile pouch again, pulled out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment, and spread the parchment on a box between the two of them, which contained Mrs. Skoll's all-purpose miracle stain remover. She shoved the tip of the green quill into her mouth, sucked it tastefully for a moment, and then placed the pen vertically on the parchment. The quill tube rests on the nib, trembling slightly.

"Experiment...... My name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet. ”

As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, 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 quill.

Xingzhe saw the doorway, this thing will automatically generate something exaggerated, and the magic that he automatically writes a book is similar to the magic, Xingzhe suddenly felt funny, and his eyes rolled at the moment, and an idea popped up in his heart.

There were words in his mouth, and then the pen moved inadvertently.

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, tearing off the first piece of parchment, crumpling it up, and stuffing it into her handbag. Then she leaned over towards Seongzhe and said, "So, Owen...... What made you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament? ”

"I didn't sign up, I don't know who put my name in." Xingzhe said.

The quill began to work, but the content was what Xingzhe said it had recorded, and Skeeter turned a grimace as if he had noticed something was wrong with the thing.

Before Rita Skeeter could speak, the door to the broomroom was opened. Bright light shone into the room. Albus Dumbledore stood there, looking down at the two of them, as he squeezed into the broomroom.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter exclaimed, looking delighted—but Xingzhe noticed that her quill and parchment had suddenly disappeared from the box of the magic stain remover, and Rita's claw-like fingers were hurrying to clasp the clasp of her crocodile-skin handbag. "How are you?" As she spoke, she stood up and held 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." ”

Rita Skeeter didn't look ashamed at all.

(To be continued.) )