DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Let me see, ah, yes...it's not bad here, warm and comfortable." Rita stepped on high heels and pulled Harry into the room.

"But here's the broom compartment!"

Just as Harry walked into the room, a large cloud of dust came over his face. Now he finally understood why Carl said that this woman was difficult to deal with. This skill of talking nonsense with eyes open is MAX!

"Come on, honey, it's okay..." Rita showed no embarrassment at all. Years of journalist career had already made her invulnerable. She twisted her waist coquettishly and sat in a On an upside-down basket, swinging precariously...

After Carl also came in, she quickly shook her wand and closed the door, and they were immediately immersed in darkness.

Carl's eyes lit up, Rita's operation was exactly what he wanted!

"Hmm...now let me see..." She opened the crocodile leather bag, pulled out a small handful of candles, lighted them up with a wave of her hand, and stayed in mid-air, "Now we can have a good interview!

Rita fantasized that if she could break the news about the two youngest warriors in history, then the next issue of the newspaper would be a hit, and her status in the newspaper would definitely rise by then, so she laughed even more happily.

Seeing the exaggerated yet familiar smile on Rita's face, Carl was extremely suspicious of any shady deal between her and Lockhart.

"Do you mind if I use a shorthand pen? Then I can talk to you normally and comfortably."

She reached into her purse, took out a green quill and a roll of parchment, put them on the box next to her, cleared her throat, and was about to ask questions.

"Of course I don't mind!" Carl glanced at the green quill, with a wider smile on his face.

Of course he knew how powerful that enchanted quill was, but so what? Let her be happy for a while first, and she may cry later.

Life is interesting with its ups and downs.

Carl couldn't even imagine that when Rita was about to leave with the report that made her heart ecstatic, the scene of being hit by his words into a sharp sword pierced her heart~...

"Great! Wait for me quietly, let me check if there is something wrong with my quill. It made me a little bit distressed when it was wrong last time. It took me a whole night to get that manuscript out Come out, almost exhausted me..."

Rita nodded in satisfaction, secretly thinking that such an obedient little wizard is rare, and she can make some changes to the manuscript later.

When she was usually on missions, those annoying wizards would look as if she owed them millions of Galleons when they saw her take out that pen, obviously she was just reporting the truth!

"My name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a gold medal reporter for the Daily Prophet..."

Karl looked down at the quill. The parchment was placed at a tricky angle. Coupled with the dim environment with candles, it would be impossible to see the content on it if it was completely observed with the naked eye.

But if it is the transcendent perception of the dimension walker coupled with the extremely strong spiritual power, it will be different. Carl relied on these two natural talents to kill the thousand-year-old basilisk alone with his eyes closed, far from Harry. This kind of cuteness can be compared.

He saw that Rita Skeeter had barely opened her mouth when the pen began to slide across the parchment, writing: "The charming Rita Skeeter, although she is 43 years old this year, she is still young and struggling. On the front line, so far, her ruthless writing has exposed many exaggerated reputations..."

Such a simple self-introduction, this pen can actually make up so many, the corners of Carl's mouth twitched, he felt that he still underestimated the shamelessness of this old woman.

"Great! Looks like it's all right!" Rita tore off the beginning of the parchment, crumpled it up and stuffed it into her bag, leaning towards Harry and asked, "So, Harry, what's the reason?" Did you make up your mind to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"This..." Harry hesitated to speak. After the conversation just now, he had already realized how difficult this reporter was, and he was afraid that what he said would cause bad reactions.

"Come on, Harry, it's okay!" Carl patted him on the shoulder and cheered him up with a smile.

"I never thought of participating in the Triwizard Tournament at all!" Harry took a deep breath, but still replied with a little trepidation: "I don't know how my name got into the Goblet of Fire, it wasn't me Let it go!"

After Harry finished answering, Carl looked with interest at the small theater in the lower right corner of Rita: an ugly scar, a reminder of a tragic past, which ruined Harry Potter's charming face and his clear eyes... …

Rather awesome!

Karl couldn't hold back the burning spirit of complaining in his heart.

Rita raised her thick black eyebrows and said coquettishly, "Say it, Harry, there's no need to worry about getting in trouble, we both know you shouldn't sign up at all. But don't worry, our readers like traitor……"

"I didn't!" Harry yelled again.

"Oh... let's not talk about this..." Rita had a fake smile on her face, and her years of journalist career told her that it was time to change the subject, "Then how do you feel about the upcoming mission? Excited or anxious?"

"I haven't seriously thought about it..." When he said this, he felt nervous and uncomfortable.

Then Rita asked a lot of questions, and when she was satisfied, Harry didn't say a word, and then turned his attention to Carl.

The twinkle in her eyes was familiar to Carl, because he had looked at Voldemort, Quirrell, Snape, and Sirius that way before.

"Is this planning to kill me?" Carl thought absurdly in his heart, having exposed his intention so early, it is not sure who will eat who later.

"Okay, Mr. Harris! Now it's finally our turn!" Rita said briskly, with an undisguised smile in her eyes, "I heard that you broke the age limit set by Dumbledore from the front. Those seniors took the Warriors spot, right?"

"Naturally!" Carl replied with great confidence, "The three principals all admitted it!"

"I heard that you have a younger sister, so what's her attitude towards you participating in the competition?"

Rita got so close to Carl's face that Carl could even see the three dazzling gold teeth in her mouth by the candlelight.

"She just said that this game is too boring, and it's not difficult for me at all..." Carl shrugged and said very casually.

There is almost nothing in this world that can impress Nayari except for beautiful clothes and delicious snacks.