Owen walked over to Hermione and beckoned Colin, who had just arrived at the door, to hurry over and take pictures.

"I've heard of you." Rita Skeeter raised a greasy smile, and the thick rouge powder on her face even showed signs of loosening, and said, "You defeated hundreds of Dementors last year. ”

As a reporter for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter certainly remembers the news.

News that once caused a sensation throughout the UK.

"Since you're so powerful, why didn't you participate in this tournament?"

"Hey—old Deng gave me a sum of money. Advised me not to participate in the competition. After all, the buddy is too strong, and it is easy and pleasant to deal with the little wizard. ”

"Oh?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up instantly.

Shameful money transactions, the favorite subject of the general public.

"How much?"

"Twenty thousand!" Owen said flatly.

"Twenty thousand?!" Rita Skeeter almost crushed her back molars.

However, as a professional journalist, for a moment, she remembered a news story published by the International Alchemy Society in the Daily Prophet a few months ago, shortly after the start of Hogwarts.

A young wizard at Hogwarts won the best alchemy award of the year, the Sage's Cup, with a prize of exactly 20,000 yuan.

And that little wizard

"It's you!" Rita Skeeter was surprised, "You're the little wizard who won the alchemy prize?" ”

Her heart was in turmoil.

With her IQ, she would never believe that a little wizard could make any major alchemical invention, and there must be a conspiracy behind this.

"This unknown teacher is a high apprentice! It's all taught by the teachers well. That's what I'm where I am today. Owen said in a relaxed tone as he directed Granger and Fleur to pose.

"Famous teacher?" Rita Skeeter was overjoyed, and the fat on her cheeks trembled with excitement.

Big news!

This is definitely big news!

It must involve a famous wizard, or even Dumbledore, who is very successful in alchemy.

Dirty money deals, the dark side of the famous White Wizard, and the bribery of the Alchemy Society are all big news that can be talked about.

Now it's all in one person.

How could you not excite her.

"Oh! Yes. Nicola May, you know! My alchemy professor. He likes me. ”

"Why, why does he like you so much?" Rita Skeeter asked with trembling excitement, the green automatic sketch pen didn't stop for a second, and through the shadow of her muscular body, looking at the parchment, she could vaguely make out the words - academic fraud, circle hereditary, and so on.

"Maybe it's because I'm Headmaster Dumbledore's favorite boy!" Owen explained.

"Don't fiddle with your hair, Miss Granger, it's your DNA, give up struggling."

"Then why does Dumbledore like you so much?" Rita Skeeter's eyes were red, and her eyes were full of greed with excitement that were about to protrude.

"Well—maybe it's because my grandfather is a Grindelwald relationship." Owen continued.

"You're a descendant of Grindelwald?" Rita Skeeter was dumbfounded.

Big news, another big news.

"Grindelwald and Old Deng Tou are old CPs in the wizarding world, how can they have offspring, my grandmother is the current headmaster of Durmstrang, Wenda Rozier.

Oh! By the way, haven't I introduced myself yet?

My full name is: Owen Wendy Rozier. ”

"Rozier?" All of a sudden, Rita Skeeter remembered the famous pure-blood wizard family.

"The current head of the Rozier family in France." At this moment, the other three warriors walked in, and Owen hurriedly beckoned them to stand together, so that they could take a group photo and make the front page of the newspaper. "Former vice president of the federation, you know! Personally handed over the genealogy tree to me. ”

"Merlin's beard!" At this time, even the battle-hardened Rita Skeeter couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

This child, with such a huge network of relationships enveloping him, was simply born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

- except that his brain is not very good, good fellow - she told all his darkness and filthiness in one go, and she did not even use the means of inducement.

It made her feel a little frustrated.

But it didn't matter, because by this time, her sketchpen was almost out of sparks.

A son of a noble family with a noble blood and a close relationship with several famous wizards jumped on the page.

She even concocted a vein of sordid money transactions that spanned the Federation to the International Academic Association to the British Ministry of Magic.

I believe that as long as this newspaper publishes it, it will definitely cause an uproar.

She fastened the quill and parchment into her crocodile bag and fastened the buckle.

Ha ha!

Becoming famous is right now—right now!!

"That's—this Big Wave Aunt, are you going to publish what you just made up in the Daily Prophet?" Watching Rita Skeeter put away the parchment, Owen began interviewing the Warriors as well—that was impossible.

Miss Granger will do this for you!

Roar Roar - let the warriors check the warriors, let the reporters deal with the reporters!

"Oh! Sure, it's going to be good news, isn't it? Rita Skeeter smiled and walked straight for the rest of the warriors.

Mmmm——— the staple has been eaten, and the next thing is just some pastries.

"Uh-you're funny." Just as she turned around, Owen's voice reached her ears, "Did you graduate from Ravenclaw?" ”

"What an insult to the word wisdom. If you have a slightly normal head, you should know what happens if you send out that nonsense article. ”

Owen sat on the table, his hands behind his back.

"I'll give you a summary of what you've written."

"A little wizard, his grandmother is the headmaster of another magic school, the assistant of the Dark Lord who once started the first wizarding war, his grandfather is the Dark Lord himself with the Animagus disguise, oh - he also has a deep relationship with the most powerful white wizard in the world, maintains a friendship with a famous alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years, and most importantly, this little wizard's family has a pivotal position and power in the International Federation of Wizards, and also maintains influence in various associations.

And now - are you going to slander him? ”

"I mean, is it possible, you shouldn't come to Hogwarts, you should go to St. Elizabeth's Hospital, because you are specified to be a little mentally ill."

“.”

Owen said clearly word for word.

And Rita Skeeter's face darkened more and more with his words.

In the past, she slandered all kinds of wizards, even Dumbledore, knowing that the other party might be angry, but would never do anything to her.

Specializes in bullying honest people.

But, that's Grindelwald!

If it is published. It didn't matter if her life was in vain or not, because what she should be worried about was whether she would be divided into eight sections.

"Hmm—maybe you should go back?" Owen looked at her with a deep look on his face.

For at this time, suddenly the door of the house was opened.

The sudden knock on the door made Rita Skeeter tremble like a frightened bird.

Then, her eyes glazed over, and she turned around with an embarrassed face.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter shouted.

She turned around and saw the smiling white-bearded old man!

And the one next to Old Deng Tou - oh my God! I read that right!

That's - Dark Lord Grindelwald!!

"Hello." Dumbledore greeted with a kind greeting, his eyes burning and shining, "I read the article you wrote about the International Federation of Wizards Congress in the summer. ”

He said: "It's awesome, and I love reading the part where you portrayed me as a rigid old madman." ”

“.” At this time, Rita Skeeter wanted to die.

But not because of the old headmaster's bad jokes, but Gellert Grindelwald, who is not a hot spot for this one.

As we all know, readers' favorites are the fall of angels and the return of prodigal sons, the collapse of towering idols, picking bones in eggs with a magnifying glass, and so on.

This is the evil of human nature.

And Rita Skeeter is good at describing this kind of thing, and it's hard to believe what kind of image Grindelwald would be in her pen.

"It's just artistic processing, artistic processing."

"Oh~ and that biography of Ms. Bathilda Basshat, though it's just a briefing, but—you know, the person may not agree with some of the points in your article." As he spoke, Dumbledore smiled and looked at Grindelwald to the side.

And his grandfather's response was just a sneer.

Lady Bathilda Basshat, a well-known historian of magic in the wizarding world and the author of the history of magic textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was friends with Dumbledore and was a neighbor of their family.

Many years ago, it was she who introduced her nephew, Grindelwald, to Dumbledore.

Last year, when rumors about Grindelwald spread in the wizarding world, Rita Skeeter, the pioneer of the hot spot, naturally ran to 'visit' Ms. Bathilda Bassat in person.

According to her vile character, of course, it is impossible to get any news from Ms. Bathilda Basshat, but it can't stop the guy from making things up randomly.

In her portrayal, Ms. Bathilda Bassat is a eccentric, eccentric, fanatical pervert with a passion for all kinds of celebrity stories.

"I-"

It's like someone is stuck in the neck.

Her face flushed, and she stared at Grindelwald with horror in her eyes.

She knew Dumbledore wouldn't do anything to her, but Grindelwald - that was the famous Dark Wizard.

I can be regarded as having poured blood mold this time.

Moreover, Why is Grindelwald here?

Dumbledore shielded him!!

In an instant, Rita Skeeter, who thought of something, was even more cold in her heart.

"Roar, roar, roar! Looks like someone can't make it out of Hogwarts alive! ”

Behind her, Owen's weird voice was still heard.

It's like a demon whispering.

The contempt is mixed with schadenfreude and some kind of temptation of death.

"Get out!"

A cold, disdainful, heavenly voice suddenly sounded in Rita Skeeter's ears, and immediately a flattering salty smile appeared on her face, and she held her crocodile leather bag.

nodded at the crowd, and the tight green clothes were bulging, which added to the greasy feeling.

Then, as if she had run out of the room, she ran out of the room as if she had run away.

Don't look back.

"Hmph~~~" Looking at Rita Skeeter who fled in the wilderness, Owen's heart was not turbulent.

He deftly jumped off the table and turned to discuss with Luna how to write the manuscript.

He's never going to cross paths with people like Rita Skeeter.

They are people of two worlds, and an unexpected encounter will not be an inconspicuous footnote on the road of life.

On his way to the top, it was always people like Dumbledore Grindelwald who really accompanied him.

Maybe someone will go with him in the future.

But for a clown like Rita Skeeter, he just needs to maintain a certain deterrent effect on her.

She is a smart person, otherwise she would not have stirred up trouble in the wizarding world for so many years without stepping on anyone's red lines.

So she will know how to write about him.

On the other hand, the interview of "Singing Against the Tune" is also in full swing.

To be honest, there are no interviews at all, Miss Granger will not mention it, Cedric and Fleur Owen are not familiar with him, and as for Krum, this big Quidditch star, various tabloids about his background have long been dug up.

The only one who didn't know was probably the Ilvermorny witch Koyatl Stewart.

It's a pity that this woman is so cold that even Hermione, who is also a warrior, can't ask any information about her, no matter what she says, all she gets is a contemptuous sneer.

The people who watched were on fire!

If it weren't for Dumbledore's presence, Owen would have beaten her to a pig's head in no time.

In the end, Owen only planned to go to Professor Yuralie to find out about her background.

He's not Rita Skeeter's scum, he's just making things up.

Next, it seems that Ollivander helps the warrior check his wand.

This book has nothing to do with him.

The only thing that made Owen curious was what kind of expression would Ollivander have when he saw his grandfather Grindelwald again?

It's interesting to think about.

So he stayed firmly!

But—Dumbledore seemed to see through his thoughts, and Grandpa didn't come in, and he didn't stop after Rita Skeeter left.

This made Owen feel sorry.

"Warriors, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore stood still and said to the five warriors, "He's going to check your wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game." ”

As his words fell, an old wizard with two large light-colored eyes quietly walked in through another door.

He sketched his body, trembling all over.

His face was pale and there was no trace of life.

It was Mr. Ollivander, who looked the same as before, in the same rage.

"Oh! Hello, Mr. Ollivander! Owen waved his hand enthusiastically, trying to add fuel to his anger.

"Mr. Sanchez." He looked up and said word by word, "You must be an honest child." ”

Mr. Ollivander tilted his head to look at the exit of the other door.

"Ever since you left, I've always thought you were cheating on me, just trying to get that wand out of my hands."

He said resentfully.

And he was greeted by Dumbledore's gaze, "Okay, Ollivander, the grievances of the previous generation, I think, don't bring them into Hogwarts." ”

"Miss Delacour, will you be the first to come?" He said.

"Yes sir." Fleur nodded, walked lightly over to Mr. Ollivanders, and handed him her wand.

After a few breaths, Mr. Ollivanders finally looked a little better, and he calmly took Fleur's wand, and let it spin between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks.

Then he held his wand close to his eyes and studied it carefully.

"Not bad!" He whispered that after touching the wand, Mr. Ollivander seemed to have changed back into the familiar professional European master of the three great staffs.

"Nine inches, very strong, made of maple wood, contains . Well? ”

"Contains a baby's hair." Fleur said, "It's my grandmother's hair." ”

Fleur's words attracted the attention of the young wizards present.

Although most of them had different expressions, it was quite surprising that such a living wizard with a magical bloodline stood in front of everyone.

Luna, in particular, blinked her silver eyes and looked at Fleur carefully.

Because she knew that Owen also had some kind of magical blood.

"Yes!" Mr. Ollivander said, "Of course, I have never used the hair of a baby myself. I think wands made of the baby's hair are too sensitive and willful, but everyone has their own hobbies, since it's right for you."

Mr. Ollivander ran his wand through his fingers, apparently checking it for abrasions and bruises.

Then, in a low voice, he said, "Orchids are blooming!" ”

The next second, a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand's head.

"Very good, in good shape!" Mr. Ollivander said, putting away the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand, "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn. ”

Fleur withdrew her wand, then smiled and walked towards Hermione.

Cedric's wand is a product made by Ollivanders, one-twelfth of an inch, made of oakwood.

This wand is bouncy and has a core of male unicorn tail hair.

"yes, I remember it well." Mr. Ollivander said that there was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn, five or six feet long, and Hagrid said she was a docile child, but when I plucked her tail hair, it almost poked me in the hole with its horns. ”

Mr. Ollivanders' complaint made the young wizards of Hogwarts smile.

Hagrid!

His aesthetic is always different from ordinary people.

"The magic of this wand is so strong that only a good wizard can harness it."

Mr. Ollivander was full of praise for Cedric's wand and nodded in satisfaction.

With a gentle wave, a string of silvery-white smoke rings emanated from the head of his wand that floated from one end of the room to the other.

(End of chapter)