The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Snape was silent for a long time, and then said with a cold face:

"Very good, very well, take your schoolbags and disappear from my eyes!"

Harry couldn't ask for it. He had been taught a terrible lesson by Snape just now, and now he ran out of the classroom as if he was running away.

During this whole process, Snape kept his disgusted eyes locked on his back.

"Professor Snape, let's go first!"

Michelle stood up and said to Snape with a smile.

At the same time, John bowed slightly to Snape.

Seeing this, Snape's originally gloomy face instantly burst into a smile.

He nodded towards John and Michelle and said:

"be careful."

John took Michelle out of the classroom and met Harry who was waiting at the door.

Harry seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

He asked Colin:

"What do they want us to do over there?"

Colin said nervously:

"Okay...it seems I want to take pictures."

"Photograph?"

Michelle looked over curiously and said.

At the same time, John also turned to look at Colin.

This made Colin even more nervous.

The last time John led Slytherin to storm Gryffindor Tower, he had always been afraid of John.

"I'm... not sure," Colin said tremblingly, "Maybe it's going to be published in the Daily Prophet? I... I'm not sure..."

John didn't embarrass the poor guy anymore, nodded and stopped asking questions.

Several people walked up the steps and were finally brought to the door of a room.

"Okay, here it is. Good luck!"

After Colin finished speaking, he escaped as quickly as possible.

John looked at his back, smiled softly, then knocked on the door and entered the room.

This is a smaller classroom.

Most of the desks inside have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

But there were three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were several chairs, and on one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

The other warriors have also arrived.

Krum and Cedric were staying in a corner, as if in a daze.

As for Fleur, she was talking to Fudge.

They had a great time chatting.

Fudge smiled until his face was full of wrinkles.

Fleur, on the other hand, was a little excited. She kept talking and would shake her head from time to time, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling luster.

John's eyes kept wandering between Fleur and Fudge, his expression a little strange.

Fleur also discovered John at this time.

She also glanced at John provocatively.

It was obvious that she was very proud of having such a close chat with the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom.

However, her pride did not last long, because Fudge also discovered John.

"Oh - John! You are finally here!"

Fudge shouted happily and stretched out his hand to John, "Come on, come on, there is nothing to worry about. This is just a wand testing ceremony. The other judges will be here soon."

Fleur was angry at Fudge for abruptly ending the conversation to go find John, and stamped her foot in annoyance.

John ignored her, stepped forward and shook hands with Fudge and said:

"Detection wand?"

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because they will be your most important equipment in future competitions."

Fudge looked very happy, "The experts are upstairs, with Dumbledore, and then taking some pictures."

He suddenly pointed at the witch in the magenta robe, "You know Ludo, so I won't introduce you much. As for this lady, her name is Rita Skeeter, a very outstanding reporter.

She is writing an article about the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet. "

Rita Skeeter smiled and stood up and saluted Fudge.

John didn't like this guy very much.

Mainly because her makeup is so weird.

Those big, weirdly curly hair looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-chin face.

In addition, she also wore a pair of glasses encrusted with jewels.His thick, fat fingers grasped the crocodile leather handbag, and his nails were two inches long and painted bright red.

After looking at it for a few times, John looked away and asked:

"Mr. Minister, you don't need to come in person for such a small matter, right?"

"If I have time, I will try my best to be present not only for the wand testing ceremony, but also for the next three games." Fudge suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The Triwizard Tournament is no small matter! It concerns Hogwarts. Even the honor of the entire Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China!

John!I hope you can keep this honor in China and Hogwarts!

With your ability, you can definitely do it, right? "

John narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

He always felt that Fudge was a little too concerned about this matter.

Seeing John's appearance, Fudge wanted to continue persuading him.

But at this moment, Rita Skeeter suddenly said:

"Mr. Minister, before we begin, can I have a few words with Harry and John? The youngest recipients of the Order of Merlin in history, and the Savior, you know... just to add a little color to the article."

"No problem," Fudge said with a smile when he saw outsiders coming over, "It's just - I wonder if John objects?"

John took a deep look at Fudge and nodded.

"Great."

Rita Skeeter grabbed Harry's arm as she spoke. Judging from Harry's expression, she must have used a lot of force.

She originally wanted to catch John.

But under John's cold and disdainful gaze, she finally retracted her hand.

She dragged Harry to the next room, John following behind them.

Next door was a small cubicle for brooms. There were piles of miscellaneous items here, but Rita Skeeter didn't mind.

She sat down on an upside-down bucket, dangling as if she might fall down at any moment.

Then she greeted warmly:

"Sit down, dear, you're welcome."

John glanced across the cubicle.

There is no place to sit down seriously here at all.

He took a deep breath, took out his wand and turned a broom and a mop into two chairs with a flick of his wand.

"Oh! Thank you, John!"

Harry said a little nervously and reservedly, sitting down on one of the chairs.

And John sat on the other one.

"Nice transformation! He really deserves to be the famous John Shafiq!"

Rita Skeeter praised as she took out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment from her crocodile leather handbag.

"Try it out... My name is Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet."

John looked down at the parchment.

As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, the quill began to flutter.

[The charming blonde Rita Skeeter, now 43 years old, has exposed many flashy false names with her unruly quill...]

"Ah--"

John couldn't help but sneer.

Rita Skeeter uses a shorthand quill.

John also gave one to Hermione.

This kind of quill pen can automatically record other people's words, and the writing style will change according to the user's writing habits.

Obviously, Rita Skeeter's writing habits are obviously that kind of gaudy and flashy type.

Rita Skeeter ignored John's sneer, leaned forward and asked:

"John, and Harry, why did you decide to sign up for the Tournament?"

Hearing this, Harry said "ah" and looked a little dazed.

John said coldly:

"We didn't sign up."

"It's hard to say," Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses and said, "One of you is currently the best student in Hogwarts, and the other is recognized as the savior. I guess you must have some interest in the Triwizard Tournament. I am very dissatisfied with the age limit. After all, he prevents you from being in the limelight anymore."

John took a deep breath.

He has seen it.

This Rita Skeeter came with bad intentions and was not here for a serious interview.

Maybe a silly boy like Harry would be tricked by her, but John was different.

"Your question is very rude. I think this interview should be terminated. Not only that, I may also mention this matter to the Daily Prophet."

As John spoke, he picked up Harry, who still looked puzzled, and started to walk out.

"and many more!"

Rita Skeeter was a little anxious.

She shouted that she was going to pull John and Harry away.

However, at this moment, the door of the compartment was suddenly pushed open.

"Miss Skeeter, please allow me to borrow these two young men for a short while. The wand testing ceremony is about to begin."

Crouch stood at the door and said with a smile.

Regardless of his tone or expression, Crouch was very friendly.

But John's brows furrowed.

It's not just Crouch's bizarre attitude.

It's even more because he owns two main wands, and he doesn't know if the detection ritual can detect the abnormality of the nun's wand.