I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen walked towards Hermione and called Colin, who had just arrived at the door, to come over and take pictures.

"I've heard of you." Rita Skeeter raised a greasy smile, and the thick rouge 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 shocked the entire UK.

"Since you are so powerful, why didn't you participate in this competition?"

"Hey - Lao Dengtou gave me a sum of money. He advised me not to participate in the competition. After all, my brother is too strong. It is easy and enjoyable to deal with the little wizard."

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

Shameful money transactions are a favorite subject among the general public.

"A specific amount?"

"Twenty thousand!" Owen said flatly.

"Twenty thousand?!" Rita Skeeter almost broke her back molar.

However, as a professional reporter, she immediately thought of a news article published by the International Alchemy Association in the Daily Prophet a few months ago, not long after Hogwarts started school.

A young wizard from Hogwarts won this year's best alchemy award, the Sage's Cup, with a bonus of exactly 20,000.

And that little wizard

"It's you!" Rita Skeeter said in surprise, "Are you the little wizard who won the alchemy award?"

Her heart was in turmoil.

With her IQ, she would never believe that a young wizard could make any major alchemical invention. There must be a conspiracy behind it.

"You don't know how good teachers make disciples! It's all the teachers who taught me well. I'm what I am today." Owen said in a relaxed tone while directing 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, even Dumbledore, who was very successful in alchemy.

Dirty money transactions, the dark side of the famous white wizard, and the bribery problem of the Alchemy Association, each of these is a major news that can be talked about.

Now it has gathered on one person.

How could she not be excited?

"Oh! Yes. You know it, Nicoléme! My alchemy professor. He likes me."

"Why, why does he like you so much?" Rita Skeeter asked tremblingly and excitedly. The green automatic sketch pen did not stop for a second, looking at that person through the shadow of her strong body. On a piece of parchment, you can vaguely make out the words academic fraud, hereditary circle, etc.

"Maybe it's because I am Principal Dumbledore's favorite boy!" Owen explained.

"Stop playing with your hair, Miss Granger. The hairy hair is your true body, so give up struggling."

"Then why does Dumbledore like you so much?" Rita Skeeter's eyes turned red, her eyes almost bulging out of excitement and full of greed.

"Well - maybe it's because my grandfather is Grindelwald." Owen continued.

"Are you a descendant of Grindelwald?" Rita Skeeter was stunned.

Big news, big news again.

"Grindelwald and Old Deng are old CPs in the wizarding world. How can they have descendants? My grandmother is the current principal of Durmstrang, Wenda Rosier.

oh! By the way, haven’t I introduced myself yet?

My full name is: Owen Wendy Rozier. "

"Rozier?" Rita Skeeter suddenly thought of the famous pure-blood wizard family.

"The current head of the French Rozier family." At this time, the other three warriors walked in, and Owen quickly asked them to stand together so that they could take a group photo and make it the front page of the newspaper. "You know the former vice-president of the Federation! He personally handed the family tree to me."

"Merlin's beard!" At this time, even Rita Skeeter, who had experienced hundreds of battles, couldn't help but exclaimed.

This child, with such a huge network of connections surrounding him, was literally born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

——Apart from her brain, good guy, she told him all the dark and dirty things in one go. She didn’t even use any inducement method.

This made her feel a little frustrated.

But it doesn't matter, because at this time, her sketch pen is almost scratching out sparks.

A playboy from a powerful family who was born into a noble bloodline and had close relationships with several famous wizards appeared on the page.

She even concocted a thread of dirty money dealings spanning from the Federation to the International Academic Association to the British Ministry of Magic.

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

As quickly as she could she loaded the quill and parchment into her alligator handbag and fastened the buckle.

Ha ha!

Make a name for yourself now—now! ! !

"Um - 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 also began to talk to the Warriors Their interview - that was impossible.

Naturally, Miss Granger will take care of this kind of thing!

Ho ho ho—let the Warriors check the Warriors, and let the reporters deal with the reporters!

"Oh! Of course, this will be good news, right?" Rita Skeeter smiled gently, and then walked straight towards the other warriors.

Uh-huh—the main food has been eaten, and the next thing is just some pastries.

"Well - you are really interesting." The moment she turned around, Owen's voice reached her ears, "Did you graduate from Ravenclaw?"

"It's really an insult to the word wisdom. If you have a normal mind, you should know what the consequences will be if you publish that nonsense article."

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

"Let me summarize for you what you wrote."

"A young wizard. His grandmother was the principal of another magic academy and was the assistant to the Dark Lord who once launched the first wizard war. His grandfather was the Dark Lord himself who had the disguise of Animagus. , oh - he also has a deep relationship with the most powerful white wizard in the world, and maintains friendship with a famous alchemist master who has lived for more than six hundred years. The most important thing is that this little wizard's family is famous in the international wizards The federation has a pivotal position and power, and it also maintains influence in various associations.

Now - you plan to slander him? "

"I mean, is it possible that you shouldn't have come to Hogwarts and you should have gone to St. Elizabeth's Hospital because you were designated to be mentally ill."

"."

Owen spoke clearly and clearly.

And Rita Skeeter's face became darker and darker as he spoke.

In the past, she slandered various wizards, even Dumbledore, knowing that the other person might be angry, but would never take action against her.

Specializes in bullying honest people.

But, that's Grindelwald!

If published. It no longer matters whether her life will be in vain, because what she should worry about is whether she will be divided into eight segments.

"Well - maybe you should look back?" Owen looked at her with a deep look on his face.

Because at this time, the door was suddenly opened.

The sudden sound of pushing the door made Rita Skeeter tremble like a frightened bird.

Then, her eyes were dull and she turned around with an embarrassed expression.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter yelled.

She turned around and saw the smiling old man with a white beard!

And the person next to Old Dengtou—oh my God! Did I read that right?

That is - the Dark Lord Grindelwald! ! !

"Hello." Dumbledore greeted kindly, his eyes shining brightly, "I read the article you wrote in the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference."

He said: "It's so well written. I especially loved reading the section where you described me as a rigid old lunatic."

"." At this time, Rita Skeeter wanted to die.

But it wasn't because of the old principal's cold jokes, it was because of Gellert Grindelwald, who she often took advantage of.

As we all know, readers' favorites are the Fall of Angels and the Return of the Prodigal Son, the collapse of towering idols, using a magnifying glass to pick out the bones in an egg, etc.

This is the evil of human nature.

Rita Skeeter is good at describing this kind of thing, and it’s hard to believe what Grindelwald will look like in her writing.

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

"Oh~ and the biography about Ms. Bathilda Bagshot. Although it is just a briefing, but - you know, the person involved may not agree with some of the views in your article." He said. , Dumbledore smiled and looked at Grindelwald aside.

And his grandfather's response was just a sneer.

Ms. Bathilda Bagshot, a well-known historian of magic in the wizarding world and the author of the History of Magic textbooks at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was friends with Dumbledore and was a neighbor of their family.

It was she who introduced her great-nephew Grindelwald to Dumbledore many years ago.

When rumors about Grindelwald spread in the wizarding world last year, Rita Skeeter, the pioneer of the hot topic, naturally immediately went to personally 'visit' Ms. Bathilda Bagshot.

According to her despicable character, it was of course impossible to get any information from Lady Bathilda Bagshot, but this could not stop the guy from making up random things.

In her writing, Ms. Bathilda Bagshot seems to be a pervert with an eccentric temper, who wants to die, and is extremely enthusiastic about stories about various celebrities.

"I--"

It was like someone had stuck his neck.

Her face turned red and she stared at Grindelwald with fear in her eyes.

She knew that Dumbledore would not do anything to her, but Grindelwald was a famous dark wizard.

This time I was really unlucky.

And why is Grindelwald here?

Dumbledore covered him up! ! !

For a moment, Rita Skeeter's heart became even colder when she thought of something.

"Ho ho ho! Looks like someone can't get out of Hogwarts alive!"

Behind her, Owen's sinister voice was still coming.

Like a devil whispering.

Contempt mixed with schadenfreude and a certain temptation to die.

"roll!"

A cold, disdainful voice, like the sound of nature, suddenly sounded in Rita Skeeter's ears, and immediately a fawning smile appeared on her face, and she held her crocodile leather bag.

He nodded and bowed in front of the crowd, and his tight green clothes were bulging, which added to the greasy feeling.

Then, with oil on her soles, she ran out of the room as if running away.

Never looked back.

"Hmph~~~" Looking at Rita Skeeter running away, Owen felt no emotion in his heart.

He jumped down from the table skillfully, turned around, and went to discuss with Luna how to write the manuscript.

He would never have anything to do with someone like Rita Skeeter.

They are people from two different worlds, and an unexpected encounter will not be an inconspicuous footnote in the journey of life.

On his way to the top, the person who truly accompanies him will always be people like Dumbledore Grindelwald.

Maybe someone will walk with him in the future.

But for a clown like Rita Skeeter, he just needs to maintain a certain level of intimidation over her.

She is a smart person, otherwise she would not have been making trouble in the magical world for so many years without stepping on anyone's red line.

So she'll know how to write about him.

On the other side, the interviews for "The Quibbler" are also in full swing.

To be honest, there were no interviews at all. Let’s not mention Miss Granger. Cedric and Fleur Owen were not familiar to him. As for Krum, the Quidditch star, every tabloid had already dug into his background. of cleanliness.

Perhaps the only person present who didn't understand this was the witch of Ilvermorny, Coatl Stewart.

Unfortunately, this woman was aloof. Even Hermione, who was also a warrior, could not ask for any information from her. No matter what she said, she would only receive a contemptuous sneer.

The people watching were furious!

If Dumbledore hadn't been there, Owen would have beaten her into a pig's head immediately.

No choice, in the end, Owen just planned to go to Professor Eulalie to find out about her life experience.

He's not a scumbag like Rita Skeeter who only makes up random things.

Next, it seems that Ollivander helps the Warrior check the wand.

This book has nothing to do with him.

The only thing that makes Owen curious is what kind of expression will Ollivander show when he sees his grandfather Grindelwald again?

It's interesting to think about it.

So he firmly stayed!

However - Dumbledore seemed to have read through his thoughts. Grandpa did not follow him in, nor did he stay after Rita Skeeter left.

This makes Owen very sad.

"Warriors, please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander to you." Dumbledore said to the five warriors while standing there. "He will check your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the game."

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

He was trembling all over as he outlined his body.

His face was pale and lifeless.

It was Mr. Ollivander, looking just as angry as before.

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

"Mr. Sanchez." He raised his head and said word by word, "You are really an honest boy."

Mr. Ollivander turned his head and looked towards the other door.

"Ever since you left, I've always thought you were lying to me just to get the wand out of my hands."

he said angrily.

What greeted him was Dumbledore's gaze, "Okay Ollivander, I don't think we should bring the grievances of the previous generation into Hogwarts."

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

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

After taking a few breaths and calming down, Mr. Ollivander finally looked a little better. He took Fleur's wand calmly and twirled it between his slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand spurted out. Many pink and gold sparkles.

Then he brought the wand closer to his eyes and studied it carefully.

"Not bad!" he said softly. After touching the wand, Mr. Ollivander seemed to have returned to the familiar and professional three major European wand-making masters.

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

"Contains a Veela hair," Fleur said. "It's my grandma's hair."

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

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

Especially Luna, she blinked her silver eyes and looked at Fleur carefully.

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

"Yes!" said Mr. Ollivander. "Of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too sensitive and willful, but everyone has their own preferences. , since it suits you."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.

Then, he whispered, "The orchids are blooming!"

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

"Very good, in good condition!" Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand, "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn."

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

Cedric's wand was an Ollivanders product, one-twelfth inch, made of oak.

This wand has good elasticity and a core made of male unicorn tail hair.

"Yes, I remember it very well," said Mr. Ollivander. There was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn. It must have been five or six feet long, said Hagrid. She was a docile child, but when I pulled out her tail hair, she almost poked a hole in me with her horn. "

Mr. Ollivander's comments made the little wizards at Hogwarts smile knowingly.

Hagrid!

His aesthetics are always different from ordinary people.

"The magic of this wand is very strong, and only an excellent wizard can control it."

Mr. Ollivander praised Cedric's wand and nodded in satisfaction.

He waved it gently, and a stream of silver-white smoke rings blew out from the tip of the wand, and the smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other.