DNF Meets Harry Potter

"What about the report you just wrote? Why don't you show it to me?" Carl said with a crossed finger and a smile.

"This..." There was a hesitant expression on Rita Skeeter's face, which will be the headlines in the next few days!

"It's fine if you don't want to give it to me. Anyway, after I reveal your secret to the Ministry of Magic, no one will believe any of your articles anymore."

The smile on Carl's face gradually disappeared, and he became more and more indifferent in a blink of an eye, and his tone became full of threats.

Facts have proved that this is very effective. In the next second, Rita's face instantly turned pale as paper. She tremblingly opened her crocodile leather bag and took out a stack of parchment full of words.

Karl snatched it unceremoniously, without even looking at it, a wisp of dark purple flame appeared from his fingertips, and the parchment was burned to ashes in an instant.

"I think it's better not to publish such unrealistic reports, what do you think, Mrs. Skeeter?" Carl cracked his knuckles and said to her with a half-smile.

"Mr. Harris is absolutely right!" Rita forced an ugly smile on her face, shaking all over her body.

She could see that Karl did this on purpose, and from the moment they met, she had already been determined by him.

"I hope there won't be any untruths in the reports about me and Harry in the future, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will receive another report letter one day..." Carl warned again.

"Definitely not!" Rita bit her lower lip tightly. She never thought that such a day would come. Is this what it feels like to be controlled by others?

Harry licked his lips, and gloated at Rita, who had suffered a lot from Carl's hands. Wasn't she quite abusive just now, why is she so sluggish now?

"That's good!" Carl was very satisfied with Rita's attitude, "Maybe I still need your help in the future, and I hope you don't refuse at that time."

If eyes could kill at this moment, then Carl would have been torn to pieces by Rita long ago. Look, is this human? In other words, does she dare to refuse?

"It's my duty!" Rita uttered a sentence with great difficulty, feeling extremely bitter in her heart, she knew that her good days might be coming to an end.

"Very good!" Carl blinked at her with a smile, "We've been talking for a long time, Mr. Bagman and the others probably won't be able to wait any longer..."

Seeing the little wizard in front of her stand up and open the door of the compartment, and the sun shone on her again, Rita breathed a sigh of relief, and finally stabilized him.

After all, she has been running around all these years in order to break out those shocking news, but she has often used her Animagus form to follow the interviewees, which itself is illegal.

Adding to the fact that she was an outlaw Animagus long ago, it's even more sinful. If Carl really overturned his car and was reported by him, then she must have a place in Azkaban's private room.

In another classroom, Bagman had been waiting for a long time, and he first saw Carl and Harry walking in front with smiles on their faces. And behind them, Rita, who he expected to be the happiest, walked with a shaky, fluffy gait.

This immediately aroused his curiosity. After working in the Ministry of Magic for many years, he also often dealt with this old woman, Rita Skeeter. He knew exactly what kind of person she was.

To put it bluntly, in her eyes, Rita is no different from a mad dog who basically bites anyone she sees. The faces of the people she interviewed are no different from those of people who died at home. Carl is in such a situation. It's the first time I've seen you.

"It seems that you are going well." Bagman's chubby round face became more curious. He looked at Carl and said meaningfully.

"Of course!" Carl nodded and smiled at him: "Mrs. Skeeter also has a lot of insights on the Triwizard Tournament. We learned a lot of information from her, saving us the trouble of going to the library to search for information. effort!"

"That's good! That's good!" Bagman said with a chuckle, his eyes full of suspicion.

In fact, he would be a ghost if he believed this or that. Rita Skeeter's reputation in the wizarding world is no exaggeration, it can be described as notorious, would she be so kind?

Oh~! Give me a break! If she doesn't write you from a man to a woman, it's her high hand. Although I don't read much, don't lie to me like this! Anyway, make up a reasonable reason.

But now that Carl is unwilling to say more, he has no way to get him to tell him why, so he can only urge them to go over and perform the ritual of checking the wand.

"It's just the two of you, Mr. Ollivander is very busy!" Bagman said, pointing to the old wizard standing by the window, his eyes were big but dim.

"Okay, sir!" Carl smiled slightly, then took out his wand and walked over in three steps and two steps.

He handed over his wand and chuckled softly, "Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander!"

Not seeing each other for two years, Ollivander has become even older, and even his hair is almost gray. He took the wand from Carl solemnly, looking at it as if he were looking at a lover.

"Yes, ten and a quarter inches, walnut, dragon's nerve, the wand I remember most...

Long time no see, Mr. Harris, you are the most special guest I have ever met, a 100% perfect wand holder!

At the beginning, I concluded that you would have a wonderful life journey, and now it seems that it is so! "

Ollivander tightly held Carl's wand, and looked at it carefully while talking to Carl, his dim eyes regained their brilliance.

"Thank you~..." Carl was quite embarrassed by his praise, the life of cheating is so simple and boring.

Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, muttering words, apparently looking for scratches and bumps. Afterwards he muttered some incantation under his breath, and suddenly a bunch of bright gold stars appeared from the tip of Karl's wand.

"Very good, very good! It's in very good condition, not much worse than it was three years ago!" Ollivander stretched out his hands and put the wand on it and handed it back to Carl, nodding to him with satisfaction.

Then Harry's wand was checked by him after a while, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore stood up from his chair. "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs to have dinner. The wand test is here!"