DNF Meets Harry Potter

Chapter 479 Karl is not inferior to me

"..."

Harry, who was thinking about how to answer him, suddenly had black lines all over his head when he heard this, what the hell is this?

"Why do you think about this every day..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and finally said helplessly: "He just told me that today is the day to test the wands, to make sure there is nothing wrong with them...

I can’t remember the details, but I heard from him that there seemed to be reporters from the Daily Prophet who came to take pictures and interview..."

"Oh, the detection wand... so it's like this~..." Carl nodded slightly, and seemed a little disappointed that his plan had failed again.

But a few seconds later, his eyes widened: "Wait... You mean that reporter was sent by the Daily Prophet, is it a female reporter?!"

"Female reporter!...Huh..." Harry took a few steps back with an exaggerated expression, and his expression became thick and wet in seconds, "You don't think you want... hiss... I didn't expect you to be such a Carl!"

"What are you thinking?!" Karl laughed angrily at him, is he like that? of course not!

"I usually tell you to stop looking at those colorful things when you're in bed! You still don't listen!"

After calming down, Carl began to accuse Harry's ugly heart righteously. When did this kid become so dirty?

"Then why did you have that expression just now?" Harry stepped back a few steps and asked curiously.

He had never seen Carl make such a shocking gesture for someone he had never seen before.

"If it's really that woman who came, then I'll have a headache later. This person's skill is not inferior to mine."

Carl frowned, how could he forget this before.

"So, who is she?" Harry asked again, it must be no small role for Carl to take it so seriously.

"Rita Skeeter, the gold medal reporter of the Daily Prophet, but she is not a good person...An ordinary sentence can be misinterpreted by her as the end of the world..."

Carl replied briefly while recalling the plot about the annoying reporter.

In his memory, that Rita Skeeter seemed to be an illegal Animagus, who especially liked to distort the facts, and taking things out of context could only be regarded as base practice for her.

In her writing, one sentence is a complete story...

A writer who hits the streets often fantasizes that if he had an automatic quill like the one in Rita Skeeter's hand, what a wonderful thing it would be!

"That's really scary..." Harry frowned, of course he knew what it was like to be interviewed by such an annoying reporter.

"That's right, so, don't talk if you can stop talking later, let me fight her in line, such an opponent is not so easy to meet...

Look at me later! "

During their conversation just now, the destination was already in front of them. After Carl briefly reminded him, he pushed open the door of the classroom ahead.

For some reason, Harry felt like Carl was in high spirits and couldn't wait to take on the reporter.

The classroom behind the door didn't look too big, most of the desks were moved to the back, leaving a large space in the middle, where Krum and Fleur had already been sitting.

A long velvet covered the blackboard, and behind a velvet-covered desk stood five chairs. Bagman was sitting on one of them, talking to a witch who was dressed exaggeratedly and looked extremely exaggerated.

The witch was wearing a purple robe, and her pale golden hair was carefully combed into big stiff waves. Compared with her big chin, she looked very strange.

She wore a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses, which looked extremely expensive. Her fingernails were more than two inches long, covered with deep red nail polish, and her fat fingers were tightly clutching her crocodile leather bag.

Harry's heart tightened, and he immediately understood that the witch was the Rita Skeeter Carl had just mentioned to him. At the same time, Karl looked at her with great interest. Unlike Harry's nervousness, Rita Skeeter had left a good impression on him when he saw Rita Skeeter for the first time.

From the point of view of dressing and dressing, she is very rich, she should be a crop of high-quality leeks, which belong to the same lifeblood as those genius doctors, the kind that can grow out of it...

"Ah! The two Hogwarts warriors have also arrived!" Bagman said with a happy smile on his chubby round face after seeing Karg Harry walking in one after another, "Then we can start! "

"First of all, before the game starts, we have to check your wands to make sure they're all right and there's nothing wrong with them.

Know that they are an important tool for you to complete the task before you! "Bagman clapped his hands and said slowly, "The expert is upstairs now, with Dumbledore. But before we get started, we need a photo of Rita Skeeter. "

He added, and gestured towards the purple robed witch, "She will write a small report about the contest for the Daily Prophet."

"This report may not be too small, Ludo~..." Rita Skeeter faced Bagman, raised her glasses, and showed an awkward but polite smile on her face.

"Oh... my fault! My fault!" Bagman laughed, with an apologetic look on his face.

"Then before I start taking pictures, I think it's okay to have a private chat with the two from Hogwarts?" Rita asked Bagmon with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on Harry and Carl. look.

"The youngest contestants since the first Triwizard Tournament seven hundred years ago, there are at least two, you know... I need to understand first, so as to add more color."

"Of course!" Bagman said with a smile, "if they don't object!"

"This..." Thinking of Carl's exhortation just now, Harry couldn't help hesitating.

"Of course! I've never been interviewed by a reporter!"

Carl said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, that's great, honey...then what are we waiting for? Excuse me, Mr. Bagman..."

Rita was suddenly excited, and regardless of whether Harry agreed or not, her scarlet hand had grabbed his arm in the blink of an eye.

Her strength was amazing, and she pulled Harry effortlessly. After taking him outside the room again, she opened the door of the nearest room.

"We can't stay in such a noisy place! The interview needs to be quiet, so that my mind can quickly enter the state. It is not easy to write a headline of one or two thousand words~..."

Rita Skeeter spoke cheerfully, the smile on her face was so strong that she couldn't melt it.

"Yes, honey. You two will be in the headlines tomorrow..."