Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 274 The Rita Skeeter Interview - I Decline
"Hera, good afternoon." Fleur finally got rid of Cedric, she returned to her sister and greeted Hera.

"Good afternoon, Furong." Hera nodded, he straightened up and said with a smile. "Did you get the news you wanted to know?"

Fu Rong smiled with a sullen face, it seemed that things were not going as smoothly as she expected.

"I don't think this is going to bother you, is it?" Hera patted Fleur's shoulder. He wanted to rub her long silver hair, but considering that Penello was on the side, his palm fell on Fleur's shoulder.

Fleur raised her head and replied quite confidently, "That's natural, nothing will trouble me, Fleur Delacour."

Gabriel also clapped her little hands excitedly, and said in a childish voice, "Sister is the best, sister is the best!"

Seeing this scene, Penello's heart almost melted. She directly hugged Gabriel and teased the little girl.

While the two were chatting, the other referees also arrived in the classroom. Professor Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime looked as if they were sure of winning, and they didn't seem to be worried that their students would fail in the first project, but Karkaroff looked terrible. He had a stinky face and stood in the corner with Krum.

At this time, Madam Maxim could not see the original appearance of appealing for injustice, and the smile on her face seemed to be chatting with Hagrid, even though Dumbledore was quite a few heads shorter than her.

"Hera, it's great to see you. I heard that they also want to do an exclusive interview with you?" Dumbledore blinked, and heard about this from nowhere.

Hera tightened her cloak and said embarrassingly, "I think so, but I really don't know what to do with me. I'm just an ordinary wizard."

"Don't talk nonsense, you are Beauxbaton's best professor in recent years." Mrs. Maxim covered her mouth with a light smile, and her words were also approved by Dumbledore.

"Alastor only promised to help me for one year, and the position of professor of Defense against the Dark Arts is still vacant." Dumbledore said, looking at Hera with shining eyes. "But Rita Skeeter is not a simple person, and her writing is simply terrific."

"That woman is Rita Skeeter?" Hera pointed in the direction of the door, and couldn't believe that the disgusting woman was Rita Skeeter, a columnist of the "Daily Prophet". You know, that woman repeatedly mocked Dumbledore as a rigid old lunatic.

OMG!

Hera declined any interviews, especially Rita Skeeter.

Several people stood together and chatted for a while. Mr. Ollivander finally came late with his suitcase. Shanshan was late. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, everyone. I was delayed on the road. Have the four warriors arrived yet?"

"I think everyone is here, wait, where's Harry?" Dumbledore said with a smile, looking down around the classroom, but he didn't see Harry, which made him a little annoyed.

"He was just dragged into the broom closet by that woman." Cedric finally interrupted.

"I think I need to rescue Harry. I can imagine that he is not having a good time." Dumbledore joked, but everyone present did not laugh.In this regard, Dumbledore can only shrug helplessly. He doesn't often liven up the atmosphere, does he?

Dumbledore only left for two or three minutes before returning to the classroom. Mr. Crouch also returned during his absence.Harry and Rita Skeeter followed behind Dumbledore.

Rita Skeeter was still talking to Dumbledore while walking, "I don't know if you read my article about the International Wizarding Conference in the summer?"

"It's wonderful," said Dumbledore, his eyes seeming to light up. "I especially loved reading the part where you described me as a petrified old madman."

Rita Skeeter showed no sign of shame.

"I just wanted to say that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, many wizards out there—" She was still thinking about making excuses, but Dumbledore interrupted her directly.

"I would love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," said Dumbledore, smiling slightly and bowing politely, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later. The wand-testing ceremony is about to begin."

After Dumbledore returned to the room, he sat down directly on the referee's seat and said to the warriors, "Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander. He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match."

Mr. Ollivander, with his large pale eyes, was standing silently by the bed, holding his case.

Without further ado, let's get straight to the point. Ollivander walked to the open space in the middle of your vacation, and said directly to Fleur, "Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

Hera and Penello found a corner behind Madame Maxime and stood there. Penello was still playing with Gabriel. Hera just watched Ollivander test everyone's wands quietly. In fact, he was quite curious. He took out his wand and looked at it. He seemed to have never maintained his wand.

It was covered with finger prints. He picked up the corner of the robe and secretly wiped the wand clean. There were a few sparks on the tip of the wand. Penello patted him angrily, because the sparks almost hit Gabriel. Hera had to give up, but silently remembered the matter of going to Mr. Ollivander to buy a wand maintenance package.

Fleur walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Um"

He twirled the wand between his slender fingers as if fiddling with a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.

"Nice," he said softly. "Nine and a half inches. Very strong. Made of maple with oh my God."

"Contains a veela's hair," Fleur said, "my grandmother's hair."

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I find a wand made of Veela hair too capricious... But everyone has their preferences, and since it suits you..."

Hera, who heard this, couldn't help being a little stunned. He remembered Ollivander's words, the wand chooses the wizard.

Did his wand really match him the way he remembered it, after all the decisions he'd made?

Hera smiled lightly, probably she has changed.

　My mobile phone finally arrived. It has been a week without a mobile phone, and I found it pretty good not to go out, at least I can concentrate on typing.It's still ten thousand rewards plus updates, book friends who want to reward remember to join the group, the rudder owner has group management! (Yes, it is so willful)
　　The computer is broken, the mobile phone is lost, and the small treasury has been exhausted, so they can only survive by tipping.

　　Group number: 1132647091
　　
　
(End of this chapter)