HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

The news that Harry became the fourth champion spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, and most students were dissatisfied.

This led them to subconsciously ignore the fact that Harry had no ability to register, because many people preferred to believe that Harry bribed seniors to help him register.

All of a sudden, more and more people were dissatisfied with Harry, and the words "cheater, stinky shit" began to accompany Harry again.

But the difference this time is that Ron believes him, and when these voices appear, Ron will "greet them cordially".

In addition, Hermione and Worry-Free often protect him. With friends around, Harry doesn't have to face all the malicious intent alone.

On the day of the interview in the Warriors interview room, Harry awkwardly stood with three other Warriors for a photo.

After the flash, a woman in green clothes and high heels came up to the group.

She has light golden curly hair, a pair of sparkling eyes behind red round glasses, thick eye shadow and bright red lips all reveal her sourness.

"Haha, what a great group of four. Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter, writing for the Daily Prophet. I think you should have heard of me."

Skeeter said with a smile as she shook hands with the four people. After the four people nodded, she raised her eyebrows and laughed, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, that's it. Now the important thing is you. You have the most information!"

Her eyes flashed with shrewdness and smile. She patted Furong's cheek and asked, "How many people have been charmed by this pretty face?"

He quickly turned to Cedric, squeezed his arm, and continued, "How many secrets are hidden under these solid muscles?"

Finally, he rubbed Harry and Cedric's hair very vigorously and asked, "How much courage is there in that little head under that curly hair? In short! How can you become a warrior?"

No one said anything, and Skeeter continued to speak to himself: "My column wants to know, and the crazy readers want to know even more! So? Who of you wants to talk first?"

When everyone heard this, they all turned their eyes away, with an expression as if to say, "I'm not interested, don't call me." Skeeter had a very good mental state and was not embarrassed at all. She chuckled twice and announced her decision.

"Start from the youngest, that's it!" As he said this, he pulled the confused Harry out of the shadow.

Harry was dragged by her all the way to the broom closet, and the other three looked at him sympathetically.

As soon as Skeeter entered the broom closet, his quick-drawing quill jumped to life, ready to write down a few explosive words.

"So, Harry, you're only a boy of twelve..."

"I'm 14. Sorry."

Skeeter continued with her own question as if Harry hadn't interrupted her, her sketch quill continuing to write as usual.

"...I don't know. We signed up. We thought about it." Harry had no answers to Skeeter's various questions, but the quill seemed to have written a lot. Harry squinted his eyes strangely and looked at the words on the notebook.

The quill that looked like a Muggle's tail was also deliberately lifting the notebook up like a person so that Harry couldn't see it.

Skeeter also pulled Harry's attention back and said, "Never mind the pen, let's continue. It's not just a 12-year-old boy..."

Harry emphasized again: "I'm 14."

Skeeter continued, as if he hadn't heard her. "Your story is a legend. Do you think it was the trauma in your past that made you want to sign up and take the risk?"

Harry once again answered firmly: "I didn't sign up!"

Skeeter smiled in disbelief, winked at Harry and said, "Of course we didn't sign up. We all rebel, right? Harry."

Harry looked at her speechlessly. Skeeter smiled and pretended to be concerned. "If your parents were still alive, what would they think? Proud? Or worried? After all, your behavior is very extreme. To put it nicely, you are craving for attention. To put it bluntly, you just don't want to live anymore."

Harry pointed at the quill in horror and confusion and said, "When did my eyes start to shed tears because of memories of the past?"

Skeeter smirked and said, "It has a larger vocabulary."

Harry was about to say something in reply when Skeeter "sent" him out, and then she took Fleur into the broom closet.

Harry disagreed and said loudly: "I'm not in tears, and I'm obviously 14 and I didn't sign up at all, you're writing nonsense!"

But Skeeter ignored him and closed the wooden door of the broom closet. Harry rolled his eyes speechlessly, then stormed out of the interview room angrily.

Harry's useless accusation gave Cedric and Krum a chill in their hearts. It seemed that today's interview might ruin their reputation if they were not careful. They did not want to be described as "tearful-eyed" too.

In the broom closet, Fleur looked at Skeeter's fake smile and the quill writing frantically, and her mood suddenly became heavier.

Her questions were all about her face and her Veela heritage, and they made Fleur feel really bad.

"Do you feel special because you are of Veela descent?"

Furong's face turned a little pale. She bit her lip and said firmly, "Never. I am just an ordinary student."

Rita Skeeter was not satisfied with her answers and asked a variety of pointed questions.

"I heard that the friend you found after coming to Hogwarts was the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw, Qiu Zhang. In your mind, does a person's good looks determine your attitude and interest in him?"

None of the questions Skeeter asked her were about the Triwizard Tournament; they were all sarcastic and boring gossip.

Furong also realized that she was a person who was keen on digging into other people's privacy and making up some messy news, so she just shook her head and said nothing no matter what she asked.

But Fleur's reaction didn't seem to matter at all, because Skeeter continued to ask his own questions, and his quill pen continued to write just as diligently.

When Skeeter let Fleur go, Fleur was even angrier than Harry and also stormed out of the interview room.

"Hey boys, as pretty as the Veela are, you should get back to your senses because your interview time is up, Cedric! Please come in."

Skeeter had a professional smile on his face, and Cedric calmed himself down and walked into the broom closet.

"Oh! I heard that you are the Hufflepuff House hunk, the dream boy of 80% of the girls in Hogwarts?"

Cedric shook his head in confusion: "No, I'm just one of the ordinary students."

Skeeter narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Just like everyone said, you are very humble. That's right! So, do you have a girl you like?"

Cedric hesitated and responded: "This is my privacy issue. I have the right not to answer."

Skeeter's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and his quill began to write like crazy. Cedric felt the dissatisfaction of the first two at this moment.

"Haha, that means you have a girl you like, and does that girl know about it? How does she react to the fact that so many girls like you? Is she jealous or angry?"

Cedric frowned and said, "Don't ask me questions like this again. If you still want to interview me, we can talk about the Triwizard Tournament. Otherwise, please end my interview here."

Cedric was not as easy to manipulate as Fleur and Harry, so Skeeter could only change the subject: "Okay, let's talk about the Triwizard Tournament. Do you feel that your glory was taken away by Harry Potter, who cheated in the registration and inserted himself into the Triwizard Tournament? Do you feel pressured to compete with the Savior for the position of Hogwarts Champion?"

Skeeter's question was harsh and provocative. Cedric frowned and replied, "No, there must be a reason why Potter was chosen by the Goblet of Fire. Besides, Potter said that he did not sign up. The truth of this matter is still unclear. The word cheating does not make sense."

Skeeter raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Okay, so as a Hufflepuff, you beat the students from the other three houses who signed up with you. What's your secret?"

Cedric shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."

Skeeter raised his hand to adjust his glasses, thought for a moment and then asked, "Many students say that Hufflepuff students are good-for-nothings. Is this what pushed you to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament? And now that you have been successfully selected as a champion, are you happy because you have slapped those people in the face?"

Cedric couldn't help but let out a breath and said, "I've never thought about it this way. Besides, the four houses of Hogwarts are very harmonious now. Everyone thinks that Mavis is right. The four houses together are the real Hogwarts..."

Skeeter immediately caught the "keyword" and asked, "Who is Mavis? It's a girl's name. Which college is she from? It sounds like you admire her very much. Maybe she is the girl you like, right?"

Cedric frowned, then sighed silently and responded, "I'm sorry, you don't seem to want to talk about the Triwizard Tournament, so let's end the interview here. I have to go back to help the professor take care of the plants in the greenhouse."

After saying that, Cedric stood up and left the broom closet. Skeeter looked at what was written with the quill, nodded with satisfaction, and stood up and walked out of the broom closet.

Cedric left the interview room with a gloomy face. Now Krum was the only one here. Skeeter walked towards Krum with her sketch feather pen and started the interview.

"Victor, you are a star player in the World Quidditch Tournament. It must be easy for you to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right?"

Krum looked at her and replied, "Not really. This game is no easier than Quidditch. My opponents are also very strong. I must prepare well and take it seriously."

Skeeter raised his eyebrows, smiled, clapped his hands, and asked again, "Very good, after being in Hogwarts for so long, how do you feel about this?"

Krum blurted out, "Very good, I like Hogwarts very much. It's very big here and the weather is warmer than in Germany, which is very convenient for our training!"

Skeeter nodded and changed the subject, "I know you have a lot of female fans, including some girls from Hogwarts. So, what do you think are the differences between British girls and German girls?"

Krum thought for a moment and shook his head and said, "I don't think there's any difference. Girls are all the same. Kindness and liveliness are their defining characteristics."

Skeeter smiled and asked, "Which Hogwarts house do you like best?"

"like it all."

"Public figures are indeed different. There are always a lot of very standard answers. So which of the four colleges do you have the most fans?"

"I don't know. Also, aren't we supposed to be talking about the Triwizard Tournament? Why is this a question?"

Skeeter smiled and patted his arm in response, "Those questions are part of it, we're just chatting."

The three people in front were unhappy, and Krum could see it, so he naturally gave confused answers to Skeeter's questions.

But when he accidentally saw what was written on the feather pen, he suddenly understood why the first three people were so angry.

Holding the pen, he seemed to have his own dirty thoughts. He would always add some outrageous words to his confused answers, making the meaning of the whole sentence weird.

For example, "Krum said that when facing other opponents, he would prepare with the determination to win..." and "Krum's face lit up when he talked about the girls. He praised them excitedly and said that every girl liked..."

These words described him as some kind of perverted and idiotic man with a strong desire to win, which made Krum so angry that he spoke German on the spot. The angry German was very scary.

If he hadn't had his wand in hand, Skeeter felt that he would have been hit by a Disintegration Curse by now.

Her heart was beating wildly as she looked at the angry Krum in front of her in horror.

Almost in the next moment, Skeeter showed amazing reaction speed.

She turned around quickly and ran out of the room like an agile cockroach, disappearing at the door of the interview room.