The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Professor Snape on the podium, despair began to spread, and he turned back to the previous Snape!And the other party gave him a colder feeling now, he was almost sure that after this Potions class, Gryffindor House would definitely lose points!

"Today we brewed an antidote," Snape said as he walked off the podium. Every time he passed by the little wizards, they would lower their heads and tremble. His aura today was truly terrifying. "It can counteract common poisons."

"Prepare your recipes and ingredients. When you are ready, I will choose a person and let him try it, so," Snape said, his cold eyes locked on Harry, "that person will either Pray that those antidotes are really useful, or you can successfully brew a qualified antidote yourself!"

It's over!He is going to poison me to death!Harry had started praying now, he longed for a miracle!

"Professor Snape!" Colin Creevey pushed open the door of the Potions classroom and walked in, with a happy smile on his face, "Professor, I have something to do with Harry."

Harry stared at Colin with wide eyes. Could this be a miracle?look!How warm is his smile!The sun shines on Colin through the classroom window, he looks like an angel!

"What are you looking for Harry?" Snape asked Colin angrily, "He still needs to brew an antidote, and this potion class has just begun!"

"Sorry, professor, the warriors need to take pictures before the Triwizard Contest, and there seem to be reporters waiting there." Colin also felt that something was wrong with Professor Snape today, he restrained his smile, and quickly explained the matter to Snape, "I've come to inform Harry, he's the only one missing."

"20 points from Gryffindor, Potter! Get out of my sight immediately..."

Before Snape finished speaking, Harry had already rushed out of the classroom. He could vaguely hear Snape yelling from behind, and Gryffindor deducted more and more points.

"Harry! You are going to be famous again. I saw that famous reporter when I came here. After you are interviewed by her, you will definitely be featured in the Daily Prophet!"

"Colin, I don't want to be famous, especially this time, I'm the fourth contestant, that would only embarrass me!"

"Be happy Harry, no one in Gryffindor will care about this, maybe the wizards outside won't care, we are here, you go in!"

Harry opened the door and entered the classroom in front of him. The desks and chairs here have been packed up. Fleur and Krum have arrived here, as well as the Director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic---Ludo Bagman, but He didn't seem to be as high as Crouch, and whenever Crouch was around, he basically didn't say anything, which made it easy for Harry to ignore him.

There is also a witch wearing an emerald green wizard robe and various green accessories. She is chatting with Director Bagman.

"Oh, you are finally here, Harry, the other referees will be here soon, we need to test your wand to make sure it is normal." Ludo Bagman pulled Harry who was hesitant at the door into out of the classroom.

"Detect the wand?" Harry subconsciously covered his wand. When buying the wand, Mr. Ollivander told him that his wand was the same as Voldemort's, and the core they used belonged to the same phoenix. tail feathers.

Another lady, seeing Harry's nervous face, came forward and shook Harry's hand generously.

"You are Harry Potter?" The witch held Harry's hand and did not let go, "I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter by profession, I think you don't mind if we have an exclusive interview?"

"I, I..." How did Harry go through this battle, he hesitated and couldn't speak, the lubricated and soft hand was still rubbing the calluses on his hand.

"Oh, I think we need a quieter place," Rita looked around, found a small cubicle, and walked into it together, holding Harry's hand.

"Well~ come on, honey, it's very quiet here," she closed the door softly, "It seems a bit too dark for you to sit here."

"Luminescence!" Harry shouted hastily, and a shiny ball of light floated in the air. The witch's words made his scalp tingle and his skin crawl.

"Ah, this is much better. It's really beautiful to cast without a wand. Don't be nervous, my dear," Rita nodded in satisfaction. "You can sit there, there's a box over there."

After finishing speaking, Rita sat on a bucket turned upside down on the ground, and took out a green quill and notebook from her handbag. They were suspended in the air, and the notebook opened automatically. The quill seemed to be alive, ready to go write.

"Harry, don't you mind if I use a shorthand quill to take notes?"

"Ms. Skeeter, I don't mind," Harry shook his head, "but can you let go of your hand first, I'm very uncomfortable."

"Sorry, sorry," Rita touched Harry's hand before letting go, her eyes lit up, and she leaned closer to Harry, "What a strong little wizard, I thought Krum would be enough Strong."

"You, what are you going to do?" Harry felt that he should never enter this broom room with her. He subconsciously folded his arms and clamped his legs, leaning against the wall. This place is too narrow, "Don't come here ah!"

"No, no, Harry, don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you," Rita smiled charmingly, and now she was very satisfied with her charm, "I'm working under Macon, don't tell anyone."

"You, you brought me here just to say this?" Harry was still a little worried about her, this witch was really embarrassing.

"Of course not, I need you to tell me some basic information about yourself, so that I can help you write some reports that are beneficial to you."

Ten minutes later, the two walked out of the broomroom. Rita looked satisfied, while Harry was a little downcast.

"Dumbledore!" Rita found Mr. Principal as soon as she came out, "Are you okay? Have you read the report I wrote about you?"

"Oh, you mean the one that made me a petrified old lunatic? Of course I read it."

"I just want to tell everyone that your views are outdated."

"···"

Harry looked at the two with complex expressions, and they satirized each other happily, that was something he couldn't learn, and what did Rita write?Calling Dumbledore a rigid old lunatic?He is now a little worried about tomorrow's newspaper.

With the referee in place, Dumbledore finished chatting with Rita Skeeter.

"Please allow me to introduce to you, this is Mr. Ollivander, he is a master wand maker," Dumbledore walked towards the referee's seat and sat down. "He will test your wands to make sure they are in the match. When it does, it can play its due role.”

Harry was relieved to see Mr. Ollivander. He still liked his wand, even though it had the same core as that one.

"Nine and a half inches, very strong, made of maple wood, oh my god, its core is a Veela hair?" Ollivander looked at Fleur Delacour, "It's too sensitive Willful, but everyone has their own preferences."

"This should be my work." Ollivander took Cedric's wand, "Yes, I remember it very clearly. Its core was plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn Yes, I nearly poked a hole in it, twelve and a quarter inches, made of Eucalyptus."

Krum walked up to Ollivander with an unrecognizable splayed step, and stuffed his wand in there.

"Grigovitch's work, hornbeam, dragon heart tendons, it's too hard, ten and a quarter inches, birds flock!" Ollivander cast the spell with a wave of the wand, There was a loud noise, and a flock of birds flew out from the tip of the wand.

"I don't like this style very much. In a duel between a group of wizards, be careful of being targeted!" Ollivander said and threw the wand to Krum. "The next one is Mr. Potter!"

He was a little pleasantly surprised, and took the wand handed over by Harry, his face full of excitement, and he carefully wiped off the stains on it.

"Eleven inches long, made of holly wood, with a core of phoenix tail feathers..." He carefully examined the wand, "It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable, since this wand is in your hands, its connection with you has become even stronger Close, it's been used a lot, you've formed a great friendship..."

After that, what Harry was worried about didn't happen. Rita Skeeter published Harry's report on the Daily Prophet, occupying the front page. It was indeed as she said, all positive reports, except for one thing , There are too many descriptions of his muscles between the lines in the article!