"Weasley!" Snape shouted suddenly.

Startled Ron, who was staring at Dudley's crucible and swallowing.

Snape walked up to Ron and pulled out a pill.

"Ate this."

"Okay, Professor."

Ron knew that he had just provoked Snape, and now he must not argue with him, so he obediently took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

When I was done, I smacked my lips, and I felt that there was a taste of bitter almonds in my mouth, which was not particularly delicious.

As soon as he thought of the word delicious, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the pot of soup, if only I could eat a bowl of it.

Not much, just a bowl is enough.

Saliva is constantly secreted from the mouth.

What to do? I want to eat it!

After that, I begged Brother D to cook a bowl for himself.

"What is this? Professor. ”

It was a moment before Ron thought to ask Snape.

"Poison."

Snape said lightly, very briefly and directly elaborating on the pill.

Ron: "??? ”

"Since Dursley says he's doing the antidote, and he's going to the Warriors' meeting now, it's up to you to do it."

"Aren't you companions?"

Ron tried to spit it out with his throat in his throat, but the pill melted in his mouth and was already running down his esophagus.

Snape handed the soup Dudley had given him to Ron.

"Of course, if Dursley fails. Then we'll have to collect Mr. Weasley's body, and rest assured we'll put your ashes in a box and bury them in the back garden of Hogwarts, so I think everyone will remember him. ”

At that moment, Ron's face was green, and he was in a terrible mood, and Snape's face turned from black back to normal, and his eyebrows were stretched out, and he was in a good mood.

You think you're Dursley? Dare to sleep in my Snape's class.

This is only a minor punishment.

Well, the Potions professor can't afford to lose face.

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Dudley and Harry followed the young wizard to a room where there were several other people besides Victor and Fleur, who were participating in the tournament, and next to Bagman stood a witch wearing heavy makeup and magenta robes, Rita Skeeter.

Star reporter for the Daily Prophet.

"Warriors, please wait here for a moment, Dumbledore is waiting for the other judges to perform the wand detection ceremony, and before that you can be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter, who is preparing to write big news for the Triwizard Tournament." Bagman said.

Hearing this, Fleur asked suspiciously, "Wand detection?" ”

"Yes, before the tournament begins, you must check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, this is your important item to pass the level."

"Okay guys, I'll go up first, and I wish you a nice conversation with Miss Skeeter."

Bagman hurried upstairs after a brief explanation, seemingly unwilling to stay here any longer.

"I didn't expect to meet you for the first time here, Mr. Dursley."

Rita Skeeter completely ignored the other heroes, her eyes fixed on Dudley, her expression smiling.

She had been chasing after her to do an interview with her, but Dudley had mercilessly refused.

As for the reason why Dudley doesn't like the Daily Prophet, it's as simple as that.

His conflict with the Daily Prophet dates back to the initial submission, when the Daily Prophet's publishing house explicitly rejected Dudley's submission and disparaged his work as worthless.

"Can I talk to you individually? I went to the small room next door to do an interview, and of course I wanted to do an interview with the most legendary Mr. Potter. Rita Skeeter gestured to the small room next to her, trying to make a smile and try to be as polite as possible, but the thick foundation on her face made her smile look weird.

"Without this need, what content cannot be said publicly? That's it here. Dudley said lightly, and didn't mean to get up: "Besides, I don't need to do any interviews, no." ”

Seeing Dudley so faceless, Rita Skeeter wanted to forcibly pull him away, but when she thought of the huge difference in size between herself and the other party, she could only give up.

"So. All right. ”

Rita Skeeter said unwillingly, she pulled out a shorthand pen and a notebook and began to conduct the interview.

"Ms. Skeeter," but the two of them had not spoken for a few words, only to hear Dudley suddenly speak: "I don't want to appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow what I haven't said, or to speculate about me in any form or way, can this be done?" ”

Without thinking about it, Rita Skeeter nodded and replied, "The Daily Prophet has always been truthful. ”

"Really?" Dudley asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course."

Who knew that Dudley suddenly stood up and snatched the shorthand pen and manuscript next to Rita Skeeter before the other party reacted: "Then what is your shorthand pen recording?" ”

"I haven't said anything yet, so why is there a five-page manuscript?"

Just glanced at it, and Dudley's face immediately turned gloomy.

'Dursley, Porter, Granger's deformed love triangle', 'Scarhead, this life and past life'

He knew that this woman was orchestrating him.

"Give it back!"

Rita Skeeter tries to snatch the manuscript, but Dudley doesn't get what she wants.

"I think I, as the interviewee, have a right to know."

Dudley tore the manuscript to shreds with two brushes.

"Lady Rita Skeeter, I solemnly warn you that, based on your dishonesty, I will not be interviewed in any form by the Daily Prophet if I see even the slightest bit of false information about me in the Daily Prophet."

"I'd love to see you in the Wizengamot courtroom."

"Harry, I think it's time for us to go up."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Rita Skeeter, and threw the fragments casually, countless confetti spontaneously combusted out of thin air, and disappeared without a trace when the breeze blew it.

Dudley was not interested in playing any game with the other party to catch the threat of 'bugs', and the content of the shorthand pen just now had already made him angry, if the other party dared to take an inch

Then don't blame him, don't be unpredictable.

He's not Dumbledore, he's not that good-tempered, and he's also affected two of his important ones, his brother and um.

Rita Skeeter's face turned pale, this was the first time she had encountered such treatment in her career, and her big bulging eyes stared at Dudley's departing back viciously.

What if the manuscript is torn out? She could have written again, and she vowed to make the other party pay for today's actions. Who is she? She is Rita Skeeter, a righteous female journalist who is 'not afraid of power' and 'dares to speak out', so what is there to worry about the threat of a mere underage wizard?

Even the Minister of Magic, Fudge, had to give him three points of courtesy.

She had already figured out how to get revenge on her.

Obviously, the first pen of the Prophet's Daily did not take Dudley's words seriously.

(End of chapter)