v2 Chapter 475： scared beetle

When Rita Skeeter faced other students, even if they were warriors who were about to compete in the Final Four, she didn't have much respect.

She's a reporter, a guest of the Daily Prophet, and even the Ministry of Magic has to pay attention to her writing—a group of kids that Rita Skeeter doesn't have to worry about.

Lady Beetle originally thought so.

Or rather, she thinks so now.

But Rita Skeeter could no longer maintain her pomp after seeing the face of the incoming man.

As an outlaw Animagus, she has always prided herself on being able to transform into an imperceptible creature like a beetle, which is a great tool for her to gain access to information that other reporters can't.

However, to this day she hadn't figured out one thing.

A few years ago, I inquired about news from various channels and summarized it, and finally found a clue that there was a "special relationship" between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Who is that? Dumbledore! Grindelwald!

The two most powerful wizards in the wizarding world today are also the principals of two magic schools!

If she can dig out some news and add some "artistic processing", then her status in the wizarding media world will reach an unprecedented level.

So, Rita Skeeter, who was in high spirits, went to the old old Bathilda. She was going to hide there for a while, and after making sure that there was no new news to dig out, she would use some small means to make the old Bathilda spit out more information. Lots of news - like Veritaserum or something...

When she transformed into a beetle and lurked, the group of children came.

Rita Skeeter didn't take the kids seriously at all, who would pay attention to a little beetle that was all over the place? Not to mention children, the great wizard can't find his identity.

The only thing that worries her is that these children stay in the room for too long and affect her digging process.

And then, the most handsome boy, a little boy with a harmless smile—he was twelve or thirteen years old at most, right? Rita Skeeter thought so.

In one fell swoop, the beetle that transformed itself was buckled under the vessel!

At first, she thought it was a mischievous act of a naughty child, thinking that she would throw away the beetles when she was tired of playing, right? - I will pretend to be dead myself.

But, the boy didn't play her by playing with a beetle at all, he actually locked himself in a bottle? !

This level is...

Rita Skeeter had forgotten how many days she had been locked up, all she knew was that she was starved to death.

She even thought that she, the big reporter in the wizarding world, was really going to die in that little glass bottle.

In the end, the boy let herself go, and Rita Skeeter even thought it was a trap when the bottle was opened, until the boy spoke up.

"Time to go out, Miss Skeeter."

He always knew who he was!

From that moment on, this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy has become Rita Skeeter's dream demon. After escaping from the devil's lair, she has not been turned into a beetle again for two years, and she has not dared to use any Products related to glass bottles.

And now, that boy has grown up and is standing in front of him...

Nothing has changed! That gentle-looking sunny smile is all disguise!

this devil...

"Ms. Skeeter? Ms. Skeeter?" Ludo Bagman shouted at Skeeter in a daze. He saw the cold sweat dripping from Skeeter's forehead, and how big and small he was at that time. Tong Kong, like the highest level of fear spell.

But, nothing happened here?

"Ms Skeeter?" he called again.

Sean smiled secretly, he stepped forward, and showed a smile with concern and concern: "Ma'am, are you alright?"

Skeeter almost thought he was going to faint after seeing the other person's face enlarged.

Taking a step back subconsciously, she pushed her glasses tremblingly: "No, it's fine..."

"That's good." Sean said with a smile.

Ludo Bagman glanced at Skeeter with some doubts, then patted Sean on the shoulder: "This young man is here too, Ms. Skeeter, it's time to start your interview."

Interview... Skeeter nearly sat down with a weak leg.

"What's the matter? Didn't you say you wanted to interview alone, um, this extra team?" Bagman asked puzzled.

Skeeter was wailing in his heart, why did he interview this demon alone...why did he make such a death request...

She turned her head quietly and looked at the demon's expression. He smiled, but the look in his eyes... was threatening himself, right? !

He must be trying to keep himself silent!

Thinking of this, Skeeter swallowed his saliva and showed a stiff smile, even the lipstick stuck to his teeth: "Here, come here, Mr. Wallup."

Um? Why is it so neat? Sean is a little weird.

Still, he readily followed Rita Skeeter into the cubicle.

Skeeter huddled herself in the corner of the cubicle, her quill slumped over her master's shoulders, too, without her pompous, unpleasant air.

"That, that, Mr. Wallup?"

she asked in a tentative tone.

Sean scratched his head: "Let's start your interview directly."

"Okay, okay..." Skeeter swallowed, "Well, do you follow the procedure?"

Is there a process for this? Sean glanced at the quill and nodded thoughtfully.

"Let me introduce myself first... Daily Prophet reporter, Rita Skeeter..." The other party laughed harder than crying.

The quill jiggled, and began to write on the parchment.

Attractive blonde Rita Skeeter, now forty-three, whose unruly quill has debunked many pompous names—

"Pfft..." Sean couldn't help laughing.

Skeeter explained with a bitter face: "Sir, this quill has already been set... I, I will revise this manuscript well."

Sean held back his smile and waved his hand, motioning her to continue.

"Then... Mr. Wallup, what prompted you to enter the Final Four?"

The deft nib of the quill slid across the paper, leaving the following line:

With deep lake blue eyes and an extremely handsome face, this is the most popular student at Hogwarts College, Sean Wallop, his eyes are so charming, his curly hair is so elegant, whenever others I always feel my heart pounding when I look at him...

Sean: "…"

This feather pen is also really dare to write...

"That, remember it as it is—" Sean mentioned, and Skeeter nodded quickly.

"The reason I entered the competition is simple, on the one hand, it is a very interesting adventure, on the other hand, I also want to win more glory for Hogwarts."

Quill went on to write: What kind of mentality is this brilliant wizard taking the Final Four as a great adventure? ! If there is no excellent psychological quality, strong magical strength and confidence in himself, no wizard dares to say such a sentence so lightly...

This quill is evil enough...

Skeeter showed a pleasing smile: "Mr. Wallop, do you see this?"

"You don't need to write such a fake statement to please me, just record it as usual..."

"Okay, no problem, I will write another copy, and when the manuscript is ready to be published, I will send the owl to show you the final manuscript..."

Sean scratched his head, why was Skeeter so afraid of himself - didn't he just catch her and lock her up for a while?

Still, it's good not to have to deal with Rita Skeeter's otherwise tough questions.

As the eerie interview in the cubicle continued, the students outside were chatting in groups.

Durmstrang's three people didn't seem to be too familiar with each other. Krum stood by the bookshelf alone, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't seem to have the tough guy temperament he had before, but he was rather naive.

While Rita Skeeter had previously made him impatient, Hart Nott was shaking his legs impatiently, his face was irritable, and another Durmstrang's Leon Schneider was standing in the corner. , seems unwilling to communicate with anyone.

Fleur and the other two Beauxbatons students chatted from time to time, but it seemed that she was more interested in Cedric, and the two chatted with smiles on their faces.

Among the students of Nurmengard, Daniels stood there silently, while Patricia and Hugo, who were also members of Golden Dawn, were chatting hotly with the Wesley twins, and Patricia also hugged Dai, who was beside him. West, joke a few words from time to time.

Stephanie, as usual, found a place to sit down and read a book.

Footsteps came from the corner stairs, and the jury and Mr. Ollivander walked down.

"I think you're all here?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, oh, Ms. Skeeter is interviewing Mr. Wallup, it should be soon... oh, they're out," Bagman said.

Sean and Skeeter came out of the cubicle, with Skeeter following, nervously scanning the press release he had just recorded, lest there should be a recording error—if he mistyped Wallup's words , I'm afraid it's going to be bad luck...

"Oh, how are you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, sir." Sean nodded, and Skeeter nodded as well.

"That's good-"

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to all the warriors after taking his seat in the referee's bench. "He is going to check your wands and make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Grindelwald didn't show up here and seemed to have other things to do.

And the old man with two big light-colored eyes was standing in front, it was Mr. Ollivander.

Checking the wand... Sean suddenly remembered something, his wand was no longer the original one...

His original wand with elm wood and tree peak dragon heartstring should still be at Grindelwald's. It was exchanged by the other party during the night of Paris - of course, the purpose of the exchange was to make his own branch wand. For Sean, the wand was then given to Grindelwald Jr.

Sean, on the other hand, bought a large number of wands and used his monthly wand transformation technology to experiment all the time.

Wandmaker's Glory (Gold): Within ten hours after use, you will gain keen observation of the wand wood and core material, and gain the ability to [Embed], with a cooldown of one natural month.

[Embedding]: You can embed a second magic material into an already-made wand, and the wand's power and control will be improved, depending on the fit between the second material and the original wand.

At the same time, you can embed a variety of wand cores for a new wand embryo (wand without a wand core), and the number of embedded wand cores is related to the material of the wand wood and the fit of the various wand cores.

Tip: rash insertion may cause the wand embryo and wand core to be destroyed together, please be careful.

This ability is the basis for Sean to transform his wand. However, because he has not systematically studied it, although the ability exists, it is not very efficient to use. Sean must have about five or six magic wands.

He is now using the first success wand he's remodeled. The oak is paired with unicorn hair and phoenix tail feathers, and the bottom hole is inlaid with a fang of the Selma monster - the little one he kept. Contributed by the Lake Monster.

After inlaying, Sean will be more powerful when using magic spells underwater, and he has a certain ability to swim in water.

Of course, Sean has always covered the true face of his wand, except for Hermione and others, he is still using his elm wand.

It's just that Sean has the confidence to hide from the wand detection device, but if it's Mr. Ollivander... Sean is a little uncertain...

At this point, it's a bit of a hassle...

Sean looked up at Mr. Ollivander, who was examining Cedric's wand.

"Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" said Mr. Ollivander, more excited than before, as Cedric handed the wand over. The hair plucked from the tail of the particularly beautiful male unicorn...must be five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail and it nearly poked a hole in me with its horn. Twelve and a quarter One inch...made of ash...great elasticity. Excellent condition...do you take care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night," Cedric said, grinning.

At this time, a small voice sounded from his ear: "I will give a hint to Grandpa."

It was Stephanie who was holding her tan-blue slender wand.

Sean was a little surprised, he didn't say it, but she found out?

"I'm sensitive to wands, and that's the gift of the Ollivanders," Stephanie whispered.

"I see…"

After everyone in front had checked it out, Stephanie handed over her wand before Sean.

Mr. Ollivander looked at his granddaughter with a smile, and he was holding the very strange blue wand: "Your own work... The wand is made of bold acacia wood, powerful but only for the gifted. Open your heart, so an underrated wood... The core of the wand is a dragon heartstring, but it is mixed with some material I don't know, no surprises appear, but it is more powerful than the original... Thirteen and a half inches... Graceful crafting technology , even coated with a magic coating... yes, your exclusive invention..."

Mr. Ollivander's tone was full of pride.

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