Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 85 Interview
"Grindelwald - "Blood of the Demon Lord" conquers the Magic Summit."

This was the headline on the front page of the "Daily Prophet", the best-selling newspaper in the wizarding world on the second day of the Magic Summit.

"It's unbelievable, that's the First Class Medal of Merlin!"

On the simple dining table, Mrs. Weasley picked up Mr. Weasley's newspaper and clicked her tongue.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned to look at her little son.

"Rolo, this Grindelwald is not your classmate, is he, the kid who gave you the wand."

"Don't call me Rollo"

Ron muttered in his ill-fitting shirt.

But meeting his mother's eyes, he shrank his neck again and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"Wow, that's amazing."

Mrs. Weasley marveled.

"Of course, Klein is a real genius!"

As a backbone member of Gryffindor's "Keep Trio", Ron's admiration for Klein is like a torrent of water.

In his heart, there is no one better than Klein.

"That's a cool guy." "Yeah, pretty cool!"

Hearing the conversation between their younger brother and their mother, George and Fred, who had been engrossed in enjoying their breakfast, couldn't help echoing excitedly.

Now it was Mrs Weasley's turn to be surprised.

She knows the temper of her two sons, and there are not many people who can make them praise, but
"Gellert Grindelwald's relative?"

Scanning the words "Blood of the Demon King" on the headline of the newspaper, Mrs. Weasley frowned deeply.

The kids might not know what that meant, but she had.

In the past, her grandparents often told her the story of Gellert Grindelwald leading his followers to launch terrorist attacks in the magic world.

"He can't choose his origin, Molly, you don't know how many masters stood up to applaud him yesterday.

For God's sake, he's the most gifted kid I've ever seen, and even Secretary Fudge likes him a lot. "

Seeing his wife's eyes, Mr. Weasley smiled and recalled yesterday's scene.As a member of the Ministry of Magic, he had the privilege of witnessing the magic summit in the background.

Except for the unexpected oath to Sauron, almost all the focus was on that child.

After the meeting, their ministers even gave death orders to the "Auror Office" and the "Department of Mysteries" to master the latest "Guardian Curse" as soon as possible.

Five new enchantments!
Order of Merlin First Class!
Such a great contribution should have enjoyed flowers and praise from the wizarding world.

but.
Now the magic world's attitude towards him is very divided.

Some old people who have experienced the dark age can hardly bear the surname "Grindelwald" to appear in their lives again.

"Oh, poor boy."

After hearing her husband's words, Mrs. Weasley shook her head slightly.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Although it is necessary to become famous as soon as possible, the difficulties that the child will encounter in the future may be many, many.

"Can you tell me about your time in Germany?"

In a cafe on the streets of London, a middle-aged woman with curly hair and big wavy face is covered with thick makeup, and her thick and fat fingers take out a bright quill pen from her crocodile leather handbag.

She pushed the big pair of black-rimmed glasses that almost covered most of her face, and stared at the young man who was quietly drinking coffee with extremely curious eyes.

This is an extremely rare interview.

As the gold medal reporter of "Daily Prophet", Rita Skeeter cherishes this opportunity very much.

"of course."

Klein smiled, turning a blind eye to the gaze that seemed to be eating him.Stirring the coffee cup with a spoon, he paused for a second, then talked lightly about the past.

"Actually, there is nothing to say, just like many orphans living on the streets. They form gangs, steal bread from bakeries, and sleep in parks and roads."

"theft?!"

Other words were automatically filtered, and Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up.

Really dozed off on the pillow.

The youngest winner of the "Merlin Medal" in history actually stole!
"Ah."

Slightly taken aback, Klein revealed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, stared at the unscrupulous reporter opposite and nodded.

"Not only that, I also murdered and set fire, and committed all kinds of evil."

"What else, what else?"

Rita Skeeter almost cheered her luck.

She thought that a talented young man like Klein should have been bright since birth, but who would have thought that he could dig out so much information.

Theft, murder, arson.
and many more!

Rita Skeeter, who was dazzled by the excitement, suddenly recovered, her face collapsed.

The damn child is playing with her!

"When I kill until no one dares to resist me, I will become the emperor, the real emperor.

Responding to all calls, rampant without hindrance. "

Seeing Rita Skeeter's face getting darker and darker, Klein's mood became better and better.

He didn't lie, he told the truth

"Enough, Mr. Grindelwald."

Rita Skeeter slapped the table, and the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose slid down.

"Stop your meaningless lies, what I want to hear is the truth."

It never occurred to her that she would be tricked by a brat, Rita Skeeter's face was extremely distorted.

"You want to hear the truth?"

Klein seemed surprised.

"Humph!"

Feeling the other party's ridicule, Rita Skeeter snorted coldly, looking at Klein as if she was looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board.

Her pen is a butcher's knife!

As long as she returns to her office, she can easily destroy anyone who doesn't respect her.

"Why are you so irritable?"

Klein shook his head, and picked up the coffee cup on his own.

"At the very beginning, I thought about cooperating with you well."

He seemed to be speaking to Rita Skeeter, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

"If you could truthfully report everything about me, then we could have gotten along very happily, and I could even praise your taste against my will.

But why, why just not give me a chance to be a "good guy"? "

At the end, he raised his head and looked directly into Rita Skeeter's eyes.

"I"

I wanted to say something, but when I met those eyes that looked like cold springs, Rita Skeeter felt her mind go blank, and then she lost consciousness.

"Do your job well and don't let me down."

As if he didn't even look at Rita Skeeter, Klein turned his head and looked out the window.

The rainy weather made the atmosphere on the streets a bit dull.

"Yes."

Replied unconsciously, Rita Skeeter began to write quickly, and when the manuscript was finished, she showed it to Klein first, and after getting approval, she stuffed the roll of parchment into the crocodile leather handbag.

"Having learned a lesson once, how could I make a second mistake?"

After Rita Skeeter finished this "exclusive interview", Klein relaxed on the back of the chair and muttered to himself.

To control public opinion, it is useless to just do practical things, he also needs to have his own "mouthpiece".

(End of this chapter)