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Another day passed.

This morning is Transfiguration class.

For the first time, Errol did not use a substitute - tomorrow is the official day of the competition, and she remembered that there would be a routine ritual of wand testing today.

Sure enough, after she scored five points for Hufflepuff, she was called away by Ludo Bagman.

Ludo Bagman took Errol towards the hall at the entrance of the castle.

"Erol, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Bagman."

"How about it? There's a competition tomorrow. Are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"You are the youngest warrior."

"Sir, age doesn't mean anything. The fire dragon can crush most wizards at the age of two."

Talking about nothing, the two came to a small classroom.

Errol didn't know what kind of classroom this was. She guessed that it was probably used by the professor of a certain course to give students intensive classes for sixth and seventh grade students.

Most of the desks in the classroom have been moved to the back, leaving a large space in the middle. Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour are already waiting here.

A fat man - who seemed to be a reporter from the Daily Prophet - was holding a camera and gesticulating at Fleur. Fleur was very cooperative in various postures, but in Errol's view, Fleur in the photo did not have a Veela. The accompanying charm bonus may seem to readers to be just a 17-year-old wizard who is slightly more beautiful than the average person.

Yes, Errol thinks she is the best-looking one.

She is proud.

Errol also saw a purple-robed witch talking to Viktor Krum. Judging from her face, this woman was a bit mean and cunning. Needless to say, this must be the famous reporter Rita Smith. Kit.

"Oh, this must be the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Miss Errol Weasley!"

Rita Skeeter quickly left Krum and walked towards Errol,

"I have long admired you, Miss Weasley, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, the youngest Triwizard Champion, and the sister of the heroine Lin Lan! In my opinion, all the ingredients for fame are gathered in you! "

Errol gave her a very formal smile without saying anything.

"Mr. Bagman, the wand testing ceremony has not started yet. Can you lend me Miss Weasley for a while? I would like to have a few words with her."

"Of course, of course, Rita."

Bagman seemed to be very familiar with Rita Skeeter. Errol thought about it for a moment and understood. Ludo Bagman was once a famous Quidditch player, so he was related to a big reporter. Friendship is not surprising.

Bagman looked at Errol, "Is that okay, Errol?"

Errol frowned slightly, but seemed to think of something again, nodded and said: "Okay, just a few words."

"This is great."

Rita Skeeter grabbed Errol and led her out the door,

This woman was quite strong, but in front of Errol, who had modified her physical fitness, it was completely insufficient.

After two tugs, Errol couldn't be moved at all, and instead she staggered.

She laughed out loud in embarrassment, "You are worthy of being a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament. You are so energetic!"

Then she added, "But this is a wizard's competition, so strength is of no use - after all, can you be stronger than those magical animals?"

Finally, Errol followed Rita Skeeter to a small room next door.

"We don't want to be in such a noisy place,"

Rita Skeeter said,

“It’s nice here, warm and comfortable.”

Errol rolled her eyes - this woman is really a master at mistaking a deer for a horse -

The room they were in now was clearly the closet where the broom was kept - a sweeping broom, not a flying broom - this closet had obviously not been opened for a long time after Filch learned magic, and there was a smell of dust as soon as they entered.

"Come on, honey,"

Rita Skeeter sat on a rickety upturned basket, took out a handful of small candles from her bag, and flicked her hand, causing them to light up and float in the air, which made the dark closet There is some light inside,

"You don't mind if I use a shorthand pen, do you?"

Errol smiled and said,

"No, I don't mind."

——Who doesn’t know that the purpose of your shorthand pen is not for shorthand at all, but for writing novels?

(The author really wants to have a shorthand pen of the same style as Rita)

"No, no, no,"

Rita concealed her dissatisfaction with a smile, showing three gold teeth,

"I can talk to you better only if I use a shorthand pen."

Ignoring Errol's "mind", Rita Skeeter took out her shorthand pen.

"function test,"

She said,

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Following Skeeter's words, Errol saw the stenographic pen tilted upright on the parchment begin to write rapidly:

[The charming Rita Skeeter, 43 years old, blonde, her ruthless pen has debunked many exaggerated reputations. 】

"Great, there's nothing wrong with my pen,"

Skeeter tore off the part of the parchment that had a line written on it, and turned to look at Errol.

"So Errol, what made you decide to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Errol replied:

"It's not that I wanted to participate, but my sister Lin Lan threw the parchment with my name on it into the Goblet of Fire for me. When I knew this, I had already been chosen by the Goblet of Fire."

The shorthand pen shuttled across the parchment at high speed:

[A recipient of the Order of Merlin, Level 3, and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Level 2, the relationship between these envied sisters is far from what people imagine.

Errol Weasley, who left her homeland when she was a child, apparently has a very ordinary relationship with her sister Lin Lan.

She blamed her sister for signing her up for the Triwizard Tournament without asking for her consent. Perhaps this incident would be the trigger for a break between their sisters.

But no matter what, the sister with the third-level medal still accepted this challenge, just to get more glory and catch up with the sister with the second-level medal. 】

Errol almost couldn't help but applaud.

The expansion and rewriting capabilities of this shorthand pen are even better than AI!

Seeing Errol staring at the shorthand pen without blinking, Rita Skeeter waved her hand.

"Never mind it, Errol, let's move on - How do you feel about the task you're about to face? Excited? Nervous?"

Errol spread her hands,

"Are you excited and nervous about going to your living room to get a snack?"

Rita Skeeter blinked at the answer she hadn't expected.

It's just that although she was stunned, her shorthand pen couldn't read:

[The arrogance of young people, Errol Weasley regarded the challenge of the Triwizard Tournament as dessert. Perhaps she did not know that in the past few hundred years, countless warriors have died or been disabled because of the Triwizard Tournament. ,

In an interview with Rita Skeeter, Errol Weasley said:

"The Triwizard Tournament is just a kid's game. These tests don't make me nervous as much as the Potions exam."]

Errol raised her eyebrows.

interesting.

"Okay, let's continue,"

Rita Skeeter looked a little excited;

"Do you think your family, I mean the Weasleys, would be proud? Or worried? Or angry that you were participating in the Triwizard Tournament?"

However, Errol stood up and pushed open the closet door.

"Sorry, Miss Skeeter, we agreed that we would only chat for a few words, and now the two sentences are up,"

Errol turned around,

"Also, I would like to correct one thing. As someone who has published no less than ten papers in potions professional journals, I will not be nervous about the potions exam at all. If you insist on writing like this, you may get it later. Many potions masters come to chat with you."

"Oh!"

The cupboard door slammed shut with a loud bang that jolted Rita Skeeter.

Then she gritted her teeth bitterly and stared at the cupboard door without moving.

"Hmph, do you really think you can look down on me because you have the Lin family behind you? I will let you know the price of offending the pen!"