I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Nineteen-year-old Margaery not only inherited Queenie's outstanding appearance, but also had an extremely tall figure. Wearing a pair of high heels, she was a full head taller than Rove.

Margery dragged Rove, who was about to suffocate, opened the door of the next room, and pushed him in. She followed suit, then waved her wand, and locked the door with magic from the inside.

Rove rubbed the "pinched" side of his cheek, and found that the room was pitch black. He snapped his fingers, and a flame appeared, and the light flickered, dispelling the darkness.

This is a small compartment for brooms. The space is very small. It is okay for one person to enter, but it is a bit crowded for two people.

"Why did you bring me here?" Rove asked.

"I'm a reporter, so of course I want to conduct an exclusive interview with you." Margaery sat gracefully on the only stool, swaying her slender white and tender legs, and said with a smile:

"It's really cramped here, and it's not easy for us to have in-depth communication. If you don't mind, you can sit on my lap."

"I mind!" Rove sat down on a cardboard box, listening to the movement outside the door, and warned:

"Don't mess around here, the sound insulation is not good here, let others hear you, I don't know what you think we are doing."

"If you hear it, you can hear it. This is a serious interview." Margaery giggled, then her expression changed suddenly, she covered herself with her hands, and said pitifully:

"Rove, you're not implying that you want to conduct an unscrupulous interview and unspoken rules for me?"

Rove rolled his big eyes.

"It's not impossible." Margaery propped her chin up with one hand, looked at Luo Fu with a charming face, and said:

"Sister, I just learned belly dance by myself recently. Would you like me to perform a dance for you, to help you gather energy before the start of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Don't make trouble." Rove stared.

"You really don't want to see it?" Margaret said with a pitiful and hurt expression on her face, in an intoxicating soft voice:

"It seems that I dislike my sister for being too old. She is indeed not as good as a fourteen or five-year-old girl, Shuiling. I will teach Shirley and Hermione later, and let them perform for you?"

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Rove couldn't stand Margaret's tiger-wolf words, so he hurriedly changed the subject and said:

"Seriously, you probably offended that woman Rita Skeeter just now."

Rita wanted to interview Rove several times, but was ruthlessly rejected. She was so angry that she hated Rove without a doubt.

And Margaret, as a colleague, took Luo Fu away so easily, she would definitely be hated by Rita.

"I've heard of Rita Skeeter, a reporter who mainly spreads rumors, likes to antagonize men and women, and eats bread from human blood."

Margaery raised her legs, hooked her high heels lightly with her toes, swayed back and forth, and said indifferently:

"What's wrong with offending her? It's nothing more than writing articles to scold me? I can also write articles to scold her."

"It's more than that." Rove shook his head, "She will dig out your black material, pry into your privacy, and if it's extreme, she may even secretly take pictures of you and threaten you with such obscene means."

"Are you sure she has this ability?" Margaret narrowed her eyes.

"If you're not careful enough, she does have this ability." Rove said softly:

"Rita Skeeter is actually an illegal Animagus. She can turn into a beetle and lurk on other people's bodies. It's hard to spot her without precaution."

"Is she an illegal Animagus?" Margaery's eyes lit up instantly, shining in the dimly lit cubicle.

"No wonder she can always reveal a lot of news in the first place. It turns out that it's in this way. It's interesting... Really interesting!"

She laughed and said, "Rove, this old woman has aroused my interest!"

"What do you want?"

"Play with her."

Margaery stretched her waist, and put her legs together on Rove's knees. Looking at it from the side, her slender thighs and raised buttocks were extremely curvaceous and alluring.

"I thought it would be boring to go back to the UK, but I didn't expect there to be such a fun guy here."

Seeing Margaret's smile, Rove mourned for Rita for three seconds. After all, every time she showed such a smile, nothing good would happen.

But then again, the wicked will be punished by the wicked, and this is also a good thing for the benefit of the British press.

Rove reached out and pressed Margaret's restless feet to prevent her from moving, and then asked:

"Why did you come to England suddenly?"

Margaery has always hated the weather in England, so after the Quidditch World Cup, she went to the United States with Newt and Tina, and there was no reason to come back specifically for some shitty interview.

"Why, I'm not welcome?" Margaery narrowed her eyes, "Afraid that I'll disturb you at Hogwarts, flirting with girls from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons?"

Rove didn't answer, but asked directly: "It's not really related to the Triwizard Tournament, is it?"

"Want to know?"

The teenager nodded.

Margaery did not answer, but pretended to be sad and said:

"I came to see you in high heels. After walking all the way, my legs are a little sore. If someone rubs your legs and feet, it will be fine."

Rove sighed helplessly, so he had no choice but to reach out to help Margaery knead and push her warm and soft calf.

He was often forced by Margaery to do this kind of thing before, so his techniques were professional and skillful.

Margaery smiled charmingly: I came back with my grandfather, and Dumbledore wrote to ask him to come to Hogwarts. "

"Dumbledore wrote?" Rove narrowed his eyes and asked strangely, "Could it be to guard against those Death Eaters?"

It would be good to leave this kind of matter to the Order of the Phoenix, so there is no need for Newt to do it, right?

"Not for the Death Eaters, but for your game," Margery said.

"Dumbledore said that there were dozens of warriors this time, and there were not enough magical creatures for the first event.

Dumbledore wanted Grandpa to come over, get some magical creatures from his chest, and help replenish it. "

"Isn't it?" Rove asked strangely, "Even if there is not enough time to transport fire dragons from Romania, there are still many fire dragons in England?"

There is a dragon sanctuary in the UK mainland, where Welsh green dragons and Hebrides black dragons live.

Although it may be repeated, it is absolutely enough to ensure that a warrior is assigned a fire dragon.

And Newt's box actually doesn't have too many fire dragons, so there's no need for him to help replenish them.

"Who told you that the first project was just a fire dragon?" Margaret said with a smile:

"Grandpa is here, and the magical creatures prepared are of course all kinds.

At twelve o'clock tonight, I will take you to see the magical creatures you will face... In short, many animals you have never seen before! "

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