Hogwarts: When the live Q&A goes live

Chapter 252 Harry: The unknown hangs over my head

The three chatted happily.

From time to time, Viktor would tell Harry about things he had done in Durmstrang.

Especially what Tom has done.

In order to find the basement, the floor of the school was dug up and so on.

"Obviously Nadia told me that Durmstrang has a basement that contains Durmstrang's wealth for hundreds of years."

"So, that's why you almost blew up the school."

"Huh? Is there something wrong with this? To find treasure, of course you have to dig three feet."

"Look, I just said that Tom's character is very bad. That time he dug through the floor of the school, and then pinned it on my head."

Viktor, who was held by Tom on the shoulder, rolled his eyes and said to Harry.

The glorious deeds Tom has done are revealed in the words.

He exposed him without hesitation.

Harry covered his mouth and smiled.

Suddenly I felt that Tom was more capable of getting into trouble than himself.

It's enough to cause trouble on its own, to give Professor Dumbledore a headache.

Who knows, there is another person who can cause more trouble than himself.

"Okay, okay, Viktor, if you go on, I will lose my image."

Tom covered his face and said helplessly.

It was also at this time that the glorious Rita Skeeter came back with the ashen-faced Cedric.

Looking at Cedric's face, Harry thought something was wrong.

Before following Rita Skeeter, Cedric's face was ruddy and his spirit was high.

Now his face is pale, his lips are slightly pursed, and his brows are frowning, as if trying to suppress his anger.

What did Cedric go through inside?
Harry felt a little curious.

The expression on the face of this woman, Rita Skeeter, did not change much.

His face is still flushed, and he is proud of the spring breeze.

It's just that the huge change in expression after inviting people to interview twice in succession has given Harry a different view of this woman.

If it is not necessary, you must not contact her in the future.

When she came back, seeing Harry, Tom, and Viktor embracing each other, Rita Skeeter's eyes also became a little strange.

However, she doesn't discriminate against such things too much.

On the contrary, she felt in her heart that the following news would be popular, and that the Daily Prophet would be a hit.

She has the title in mind.

The unlucky love between the Quidditch player Krum and Harry in the German magic world.

The intervener came from Hogwarts!

When you think about it, it's perfect.

Rita Skeeter also changed her mind about inviting Viktor.

She planned to interview Harry first, and then interview Viktor after getting certain information from Harry, and finally Tom.

The story between the three men will surely make her Rita Skeeter's name known to all wizards.

Thinking of this, the smile on Rita Skeeter's face became even brighter.

"Mr. Potter, the famous savior Harry Potter, you must have been waiting impatiently."

No, I'm not desperate to wait, and I don't want to be interviewed.

Harry grumbled inwardly.

But on the surface, he was very calm, he pursed his lips and didn't want to say a word.

Just watching the woman Rita Skeeter continue to speak without any embarrassment because he didn't speak.

"Since you can't wait, let's start our topic today."

"Come on, Mr. Potter."

Harry glanced back at Tom, who gave him a helpless look.

By the way, there is also the meaning of doing things for oneself.

He also very cleverly let go of his arm around Harry's shoulder.

It was clear that he wanted him to hurry up and go into that small dark room with Rita Skeeter.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Harry's mouth twitched, apparently chilled by Tom's "doing nothing".

He turned his head tragically, looked at Rita Skeeter's back, and followed slowly.

Every step carries a kind of sadness that the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone.

He is that strong man, destined to be gone forever.

"Look, Viktor, Harry still likes being interviewed by that woman Rita Skeeter."

He hadn't gone far when he heard Tom teasing him behind him.

Hearing those words, his steps were much faster than before.

Until he walked into the little dark room.

The heart is still beating.

An ominous premonition enveloped his whole body.

With a bit of coolness, it seems that something bad is about to happen.

He looked at Rita Skeeter, the woman had already been sitting on the chair next to her.

Rita Skeeter leaned back on the chair, looking lazily at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, sit down, our interview is about to start."

Paying attention to the eager look in Rita Skeeter's eyes, Harry shifted his gaze, and then looked at the seat where he was about to sit.

There is only one thought in my mind.

Run away now... is it too late?

Seeing Rita Skeeter almost eating him, Harry walked over with his scalp numb.

Every step was like a hammer hitting his heart.

One after another, he could completely imagine what it would be like when he walked out of the small black room.

That must have been a time when life was worse than death.

But when Harry sat down, he finally relaxed a little.

Rita Skeeter didn't make things difficult for him, and when he walked over step by step, she had a professional smile on her face.

The automatic quill next to it is writing something in a small notebook.

Harry's eyes flicked to a few words.

The famous savior Harry Potter looked a little proud.

He walked over with big strides and gave me a hard look, his eyes were full of disdain, as if he didn't think highly of me as a reporter.

Or maybe he was thinking that the other warriors in the Triwizard Tournament were completely inferior to him.

He also looked down on the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, thinking that it could not compare to the fame and the world's admiration brought by him defeating the mysterious man.

Look, he is so proud and full of confidence.

Harry's eyelids kept twitching.

He felt that he must have read it wrong just now.

Hahahahahahaha, maybe it was about Cedric.

What a big step, the disdain in the eyes, the look full of pride...

This should, probably, possibly, not write about him.

Did he act like this when he came in just now?
Didn't he walk in cautiously when he came in just now, with a solemn expression on his face?

In this regard, Harry had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He roughly understood why Fleur and Cedric had such a big emotional change when they walked out of the small black room.

(End of this chapter)