Hogwarts Diary: Snape Goes Crazy

What she said was a question, but she was already pulling Vesey and Harry towards the compartment with the broom.

"Come here, kids!"

She sat on an upside-down bucket without caring, and pushed Vesey and Harry to sit on the cardboard box next to them.

"Dear children, forgive me for my behavior this time, I am really too excited.

After all, we can see you up close, so we have to do an exclusive interview about the past and future of the Potter brothers and sisters. What do you think of this title?"

Vesey looked confused.

She looked over at Harry.

"Brother, we..."

Harry immediately took her hand.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay!"

He thought nothing would happen.

Just an interview.

"I use a shorthand quill to record it. Do you have any questions?"

she asked.

Then he took out a green quill pen, put the tip of the pen in her mouth, sucked on it for a while, and then put the pen on the parchment.

"My name is Rita Skeeter!"

She said happily, and then the quill wrote her name on the parchment.

"It's this quill pen. I think it really helped me a lot."

Then she took off the parchment on the page where her name had been written, crumpled it into a ball, and put another piece of parchment under the pen.

"So, what drove you two to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

she asked.

But Vesey noticed that her pen was writing on the parchment:

Vesey Potter was a shy and timid girl. She almost didn't dare to speak. She leaned in the arms of her brothers like a tortured doll.

And her brother was a miserable boy. The scar on his head destroyed his originally handsome and charming face. Seeing the beauty of Vesey Potter, you should know how outstanding Harry is.

I think Harry Potter probably hated his sister because she didn't go through all this and she was more popular at school...

Harry noticed it too.

He frowned and looked at Rita Skeeter.

"What are you writing? I'm not jealous of Vesey, and Vesey is not a timid child!"

Rita Skeeter looked at him a little uncomfortable.

"Child, this is artistic creation..."

"Is it really the words in your belly that create such art? Is this the credit of that quill?"

Vesey said suddenly.

Rita Skeeter's face turned ugly.

"Don't talk nonsense, kid, the shorthand pen won't do anything, that's all in my mind.

"In other words, you are arranging us in front of us, and you are instigating the relationship between our brothers and sisters?"

Vesey asked coldly.

Rita Skeeter seemed to want to get angry, but hesitated and crumpled the parchment.

"Is this good? Answer the question I just asked, why did you two put your names in it? For fame, for you to get a thousand gold galleons, or...

she asked excitedly.

Vesey said speechlessly: "We are here to defeat Voldemort. Okay, please write this down and see if it will help your sales?"

Rita Skeeter looked at Vesey unhappily.

"Honey, I think you're always targeting me!"

Vesey shook his head.

"I'm not targeting you, but I think you're trying to blame us.

We told everyone that we did not put our names in, and we are still asking the professor to find out the person who put our names.

His handwriting is on the parchment, and the professor has already figured it out. In a few days, the name of that person will be announced, proving that my brother and I are innocent!

Rita Skeeter raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really have an idea? Forget it, I can't write this, it's boring. What we readers like are children with a rebellious spirit.

She crumpled another piece of parchment and began to ask them other questions.

"So, what do you think of the first project?"

Vesey became serious at this time.

"The first project must be difficult. Many warriors have died in projects in the past. My brother and I are only fourteen years old. I really hope we can come out alive."

Rita Skeeter looked at Harry.

"What about you? How do you feel?"

Harry was suddenly asked, thought for a moment and said, "I didn't think about it. I just want to prove my innocence now."

"Innocence? In your eyes, innocence is more important than life, right? I heard that you once faced the death of your parents, what do you think...

"enough!"

Vesey stood up.

Harry stood next to her unhappily.

"Are you here for an interview, or to uncover my brother's scars? Do you want to ask me how brutal I am when facing Death Eaters?"

She said threateningly.

Rita Skeeter pursed her lips.

Probably thinking of the fate of those Death Eaters.

She shuddered quietly.

"Ahem, I won't ask this question anymore, let's move on to the next question...

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At this time the compartment door opened.

It's Dumbledore.

He looked at Vesey and Harry.

Orchids are blooming!”

"No, no, we didn't fight."

This made Fleur reveal a big smile. .

Even the shorthand quill disappeared completely.

"I think Veela's hair is too sensitive and willful, but since everyone has their own preferences, the best one suits them.

Vesey thinks it looks great.

"Thank you for your candor, but I can't discuss these issues with you now.

he asked curiously.

And of course their principals, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff.

Still standing inside was Mr. Ollivander.

"Contains a Veela hair, my grandma's hair!"

They returned to the room and found that Fleur and Krum had already arrived.

"There wasn't a fight, was there?"

Then he turned back to Vesey and winked.

With sharp eyes, Harry saw that the parchments Rita Skeeter had just written on were gone.

Seeing them coming out, they all laughed.

She smiled and said: "This means Dumbledore that some of your views are outdated!"

Fortunately, Vesey held steady this time.

Fleur put it on her head and asked Vesey if she looked good.

"Hello! Rita Skeeter, I especially liked the part where you described me last year, like a rigid old madman.

She seemed to be about to hug Dumbledore, but Dumbledore took a step back.

Rita Skeeter wasn't embarrassed either.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander, who will be inspecting your wands."

Harry shook his head quickly.

Maybe it’s because you’ve watched it so many times that it won’t be affected anymore, right?

Mr. Ollivander nodded to everyone.

Then he looked at Fleur and said, "Come on, kid."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Fleur said proudly.

Fleur handed over her wand.

I heard you took away our rising star Vesey, and the Boy-Who-Lived Harry, but that's not okay, they still need wand testing. "

Harry was eager to leave, so he pulled Vesey and immediately followed Dumbledore.

A cluster of orchids appeared on the top of Fleur's wand. He picked the flowers and gave them to Fleur.

Rita Skeeter stood up and said with an exaggerated smile: "Dumbledore, my old friend!"

Ollivander looked at it and said: "Yes, nine and a half inches, made of maple wood, inside is... Oh my God!"