It was a small classroom, and most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman.
A potbellied man was holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, and he was watching Fu Rong out of the corner of his eyes.
"What is your wand made of, Draco?" Fleur asked as if asking an ordinary thing, and the two chairs were now very close to each other.
"Miss Delacour, can I understand what kind of information you are spying on?" Malfoy raised his eyelids in a bit of trouble, and made a joke.
"Is there anything worth keeping secret about this? We're going to make it public later. Aren't we here today just to let them inspect the wand?" Furong said a little angrily.
"It seems that the two warriors from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have a very good relationship." There was applause from behind the two of them, Fleur quickly turned around and saw a witch in a magenta robe facing them both. man smiling.
"Cheeze." Malfoy sneezed at this moment, Fleur turned around suddenly, and the slightly shampoo-scented hair brushed the tip of his nose, making him feel a little itchy.
"Who are you?" Furong asked.
"Master Malfoy, we meet again!" With a smile all over her face, the woman approached the two of them at the same time, temporarily ignoring Fu Rong's question.
"Mr. Lucius will be proud of you." She said flatteringly, and then she stretched out her hand and said to Fleur, "Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter, and I am the special guest of the Goblet of Fire. Reporter, the Daily Prophet needs me to write a few short articles for them."
"Vulgar makeup, vulgar taste." Fu Rong took a step back in disgust, looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her, not even bothering to maintain the most basic politeness.
Her hair was arranged in delicate, stiff, curly curls that looked oddly odd with her big-jawed face. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. Thick fingers grasped the crocodile leather handbag, the nails were two inches long and were painted red.
Furong didn't think much of it when she was still at the door just now, but now that this woman was approaching, she was startled to feel a sudden strong and incomparably disgusting feeling in her heart.
"Oh, hehe..." Rita showed an awkward smile at this time, not sure if it was because of her habit or for some other reason.
"This is the famous Mr. Viktor Krum. You are more handsome than you look in the photo. Can I interview you with a few questions?" In order to ease the embarrassment, Rita chose to change the target. Targeted the silent Durmstrang warrior in the corner.
Krum closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was leaning against the corner and fell asleep.
It is impossible for only one person to hate her, but the way Krum used it was a little more tactful.
"Harry Potter!" At this time, her savior finally came, she found an interview subject who should not reject her, Harry was entering sideways from the door at this time, when he saw a middle-aged woman excitedly Pounced on him.
"Now everyone is here, hurry up, let's start, the referees can't wait." Ludo Bagman stood up at this time, ready to lead the Warriors to the next inspection.
"Before we start, can I have a word with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "youngest warrior, you know... just to add a little bit to the article." color."
"No problem!" Bagman exclaimed, "just— wonder if Harry objects?"
"Well—" said Harry.
"Well, that little devil is a bit pitiful." Furong showed rare sympathy at this time. "I almost choked on the smell of that inferior perfume." Then she waved her hand in front of her body, as if to drive away the smell.
"The kid you're talking about should be in the same grade as me." Malfoy shrugged.
"Of course you are different." Fu Rong looked straight at the boy in front of her, feeling a little complicated in her heart.
She never thought that there would be a day when she would "show courteousness" to a boy. It had always been the other way around before, and it was her treatment to be surrounded by stars, and even this boy was a few years younger than her.
Maybe it was Malfoy's indifference to her appearance that aroused her conquest mentality, or maybe it was the goodwill he added to him a few times before, in short, the situation has developed like this now.
But in fact, Malfoy is not as calm as she imagined. These days, getting along with this girl has made him feel a little bit distracted. Needless to say, there is always the charm bonus from Veela blood, which makes him feel very headache.
There is also the issue of age, Furong's age does not make him feel guilty at all.
"Fleur?" A woman's voice came from outside the door, and then Malfoy saw Fleur stand up from the chair immediately. He guessed that the voice was Madame Maxime's.
It should be the headmaster and the referee are here.
Sure enough, after Mrs. Maxim entered the room, several other relevant personnel were actually hiding behind the shadow behind her.
There is also a new face—an old wizard of medium build, who is ordinary in every respect, but the wisdom and confidence exuded by those two big light-colored eyes make people want to be convinced.
People who have studied to the extreme in a certain field generally have such qualities.
"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's seat and said to several warriors, "He is one of the three major wand makers in Europe. The wand testing works, and soon, he's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good shape before the match."
Ollivander stood by the window, nodded slightly, and smiled at Malfoy, his former customer.
"Oh, we should wait, there is another warrior who is not there." Dumbledore looked around at this time and found that there was one person missing.
"Potter is having a brief interview with Rita Skeeter." Ludo explained, just as he was speaking, the door was suddenly opened, and Harry wanted to pull away from the woman behind him as if fleeing. distance, bumped in.
"Okay, everyone is here now, let's start, can you, Mr. Ollivander?" Dumbledore pushed his mirror frame, and then put it down, maintaining his habitual fingertip alignment posture, turned his head and asked.