"Oh, this is Mr. Briod!" The purpose of Rita Skeeter's visit was not the hippogriff, nor the rumors about the werewolf professor.
Her eyes were fixed on Bree on the Slytherin table, and she trotted forward excitedly, followed by the accompanying camera crew.
Rita Skeeter unceremoniously sat down in the seat that should have belonged to Draco, and then a quill came out from her side. Rita Skeeter put the notebook on the table and let it go.
The quill began to record.
"Is it Mr. Oded? I have always wanted to interview you. I think as an outstanding Hogwarts student and the owner of a new company, you will not refuse my interview when the Fantasy Game World Cup is about to be held.
,Is it right?"
Rita Skeeter put her arm around Bree's shoulders and whispered flatteringly: "I will promote it for you, as long as you give me a first-hand, exclusive interview."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry..." Cedric, who was sitting next to Bree, saw Rita Skeeter's movements and immediately took Rita Skeeter's hand off Bree's shoulder.
"Oh, who is this?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed with interest, a little badger sitting on the little snake's dining table is not normal...
"Ahem, Ms. Skeeter, I think I can give you an exclusive interview. Of course, this requires a quiet environment, and..." Bree looked at the quill that was randomly adapting and writing on the notes, and her eyebrows were slightly raised.
Dongdao: "I want a real interview...I heard that you are contacting Odejia, and are preparing to gain first-hand access to the Fantasy Game World Cup?"
"Oh!" Rita Skeeter excitedly pinched the quill that was still scribbling, held it in her hand, and said with the glasses on the tip of her nose shining: "This is for sure, as you wish, and I hope so.
All I wish, Mr. Old."
During this period, the Fantasy Game Trials can be said to be held at the same time as the Quidditch Tournament.
Illusion games are really interesting, and they can also practice magic. It can be said that no one in the magic world in Europe does not know about the existence of Illusion games, and there are many participants and fans.
This trend is still spreading to the United States, but in the United States, Oudejia has not yet begun to make plans...
"Cedric, let's talk later." Brie gave Cedric a don't worry look, got up and followed Rita Skeeter to prepare for the interview.
"Wait a minute, Ms. Skeeter, I think I can bring a little assistant. She has always wanted to be a great reporter like you."
"Oh, you can call me Rita. Of course I don't mind a little wizard who likes journalism. I hope this visit will be helpful to her as well."
Bree nodded, and then said to the Hufflepuff table: "Miss Abbott, can you come with us?"
"Oh, of course!" Hannah Abbott has been staring at Rita Skeeter closely since she walked into the Hogwarts hall. Of course, this is not admiration, but a feeling of dislike within her peers.
competitive etiquette.
Hannah didn't like this reporter who was famous for fabricating false reports and creating eye-catching news. Even though she could always publish many very secret wizard secrets, Hannah couldn't change her mind.
News should bring convenience to the public and let them know what important events are happening in society. Entertainment is only one aspect, and more importantly, it should seek truth from facts!
Hannah stood up seriously and looked directly at Rita Skeeter. Rita Skeeter's gaze also changed. She vaguely felt that there was something different about this Hannah Abbott, and it was a familiar aura.
opponent!
"Haha, I heard that there is a campus report in Hogwarts. It was started by Miss Abbott. She is really young and promising. When I was in school at Hogwarts, no professor was willing to set up this."
"Miss Rita Skeeter was joking. It's just a matter of necessity. I just caught up with the good times."
Rita Skeeter sneered and without saying a word, took the lead to lead the way and said without any respect to Filch: "Could you please arrange a small room? I want to do an exclusive interview."
Filch naturally would not disobey, he nodded and led Rita Skeeter towards the interior of Hogwarts.
"Let's go, Miss Aibo." Brie closed her eyes lightly and smiled.
"Well, don't worry, I will never let Rita Skeeter make it up for a gimmick!"
Bree nodded upon hearing this.
…
Just when the Ministry of Magic came to Hogwarts, in the principal's office, Harry and Ron explained the matter of Buckbeak to Dumbledore and nervously waited for Dumbledore's next words.
Dumbledore squinted his eyes and smiled without saying anything for a long time. Knowing that Ron couldn't wait any longer, Dumbledore ate a piece of lemon sorbet.
"Oh, don't worry, don't worry." Dumbledore's eyes flickered, he looked at Harry and asked an unrelated question: "Harry, have you learned the Guardian Charm?"
Harry was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head in embarrassment. He could only send out a white mist now, and there was still a long way to go before he could take form.
"Is that so?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly returned to normal. He was thinking about what Harry and Ron had just asked him to do - to save Buckbeak.
The Buckbeak matter is very troublesome. The trouble is not that Buckbeak himself did something wrong, but that Buckbeak will be tried by the Ministry of Magic. He is a creature in Hogwarts school and almost hurt the little wizard.
If you want to save it, Fudge will open his mouth and let him jump.
Dumbledore tapped the table lightly. He knew that when Harry sent the letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was going to come to him.
Harry was his savior, and in Fudge's mind, Harry's behavior would naturally implicate him.
"I will try my best to help with this matter..."
Upon hearing Dumbledore's promise, Harry and Ron were pleasantly surprised: "Really, Professor!"
"That's great, I knew you had a way, Professor!"
Dumbledore smiled, then turned around and said: "But I can't guarantee success, because Buckbeak's incident has too great an impact. You know, it is very difficult to acquit Buckbeak. I can only
Do your best.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Harry and Ron looked at each other disappointedly, but Harry still said gratefully: "Thank you Professor, you are very good at helping us. Maybe we
I can still think of another way."
Harry even tried to secretly let Buckbeak go while wearing an invisibility cloak!
"Oh, I wish you could understand."
"Dongdongdong!" A voice came from outside the office.
Immediately afterwards, Ariana came in through the wall from the outside.
"Brother, he said he is the Minister of Magic."
elder brother?
Ron and Harry looked at each other, but before they could ask Dumbledore, Dumbledore let them go out.
"Oh, it's the savior Harry Potter and his friends."
Fudge outside the door looked at Harry and Ron coming out of the office, and said kindly: "Sorry, I can't talk to you more. I need to discuss things with Dumbledore about the Hippogriff and Professor Lupin."
.”
Harry's eyes flashed, and he and Ron quickly got out of the way.
"Please, Minister."
Facing the savior's respect, Fudge enjoyed it very much. He smiled and stepped into the office.
Harry and Ron also immediately escaped from under the noses of a group of Aurors.
"Oh, those Aurors are so cool, but they are not as majestic as the Minister of Magic..." Ron could not help drooling as he fantasized about becoming the Minister of Magic.
"Ron, we should think of another solution." Harry interrupted Ron's dream.
"How else can we find a way? Who else in Hogwarts can help with this matter besides Dumbledore?" Ron rubbed his red head in distress, only to feel an itch in his head, like
It's like something has grown.
"Oh, I remembered!" Ron suddenly said: "Azar, we can go find Azar. You remember, he always liked to follow us last semester, although he doesn't know why he seems to have changed now.
It’s the same person, but I think he still wants to be our friend.”
"Besides, if you think about it, Azar has never said anything about Buckbeak. I'm afraid he has no intention of killing Buckbeak. It must be his mother who is doing the work!"
"Ron..." Harry looked at Ron uncertainly and said, "Are you sure you want to go find Azar?"
Buckbeak's death can provide medicine for Azar's illness.
"Let's give it a try. With Azar's small physique, he can't beat us. Come on, Harry. I saw Azar hanging around the bathroom on the second floor a few days ago. Let's go and have a look."
In the bathroom on the second floor, Azar was taking his mother to the Basilisk's secret room. He said at a loss: "Mom, the person who killed me was Voldemort. I found it. I found it in the forbidden book area."
If you read his records, it must be him!"
Tom's student file was placed in the restricted book area, and Azar discovered it. Tom's photo on the student file became Azar's nightmare, and Azar's mental state seemed a little depressed these days.
Mrs. Azar quickly covered Azar's mouth.
"Don't mess with that name, honey."
Mrs. Azar knelt down, hugged Azar distressedly, and said gently but tremblingly: "Mom will cure you. Don't worry, mom is ready this time."
Hippogriffs only have large communities in Hogwarts. In the wild, there is no news of them living in one place, so Azar's mother can only keep her sights on Hogwarts.
"Mom, has Fudge changed his mind? Otherwise, you wouldn't have said such a thing." All along, in Azar's impression, his mother was calm and would never hold him in her arms and make a nervous promise.
"Actually, my health has gotten much better recently. Mom, there is no need to..."
"No, no matter what, mother has to treat you, silly boy, the injury to your soul is not that simple." Azar's mother stared at Azar worriedly, and finally did not say any harsh words.
Instead, he said softly: "After I cure you, my mother will quit her job at the Ministry of Magic and wait for you to graduate in the country house, okay, Azar."
"Okay, Mom, Azar will start earning Galleons after graduation and spend it with Mom, cough cough cough..."
Azar's face turned pale for a moment, and at the same time, a voice came.
"There is a sound here, is it Azar? Harry, come quickly."
Ron walked towards Azar.
Azar's mother frowned and whispered to Azar: "They are friends of the Savior. These two guys have been writing to the Ministry of Magic last month to complain about the Hippogriff...
"
Azar's mother looked seriously, slowly took out a bottle of magic potion, and then pulled off a piece of Azar's hair.
"You hide first."
After saying that, he combined the magic potion with his hair, drank it, and soon transformed into Azar's appearance.
She used her magic wand to turn her clothes into school uniforms.
And Azar also obediently retreated to the diagonal corner at the back of the corridor to hide.
"It's indeed Azar." Ron immediately stepped forward and said, "Hi, Azar, Harry and I have something to do with you."
"What's going on?" Azar's mother, who turned into Azar, looked unhappy.
"It's...about Buckbeak, Azar...classmate." Harry said sheepishly. He felt a little guilty and was too embarrassed to continue talking.
"Is it that hippogriff?" Azar's mother's eyes were filled with a haze.
"Yes, yes, we hope you can help us. Buckbeak is not worthy of death, but... your mother has always insisted on giving Buckbeak the severest punishment." Ron stammered: "We know you are injured.
Yes, but weren’t you doing very well this semester?”
Ron patted Azar's mother on the shoulder and continued: "The wizard's body is not that weak. When I was a child, Fred pushed me from a tree and broke my neck. I was cured by St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
"
"Is this so?" Azar's mother was sarcastic in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.
Ron, who didn't know Azar's condition in detail, naturally didn't know the difference between soul injuries and physical injuries. The so-called broken neck was just a sprain. If it was broken, Ron wouldn't be able to wait until St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Treatment.
"How do you want me to help you? I may be the beneficiary of the Buckbeak matter you mentioned, but I have no decision-making power." Azar's mother said calmly and matter-of-factly.
"I, we hope you can persuade your mother." Ron continued.
"Persuasion..." Azar's mother was stunned when she heard this, looked at Ron and Harry in disbelief, then lowered her head to cover her eyes and said: "My mother was not involved in this matter. She is a member of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Committee.
A person who is a prosecutor has no right to try Buckbeak."
"Why don't you go to Dumbledore or the Minister of Magic? They have the decision-making power." Azar's mother's tone became cold, and even Harry could hear it.
"Or..." Azar seemed to be confusing, but also seemed to be giving suggestions.
A black light flashed in Azar's mother's eyes, and she said slowly: "Why don't you go and save Buckbeak yourself? The Forbidden Forest is very big, and people from the Ministry of Magic can't catch him. My illness is just a matter of getting more rest."
, Mom, she’s too nervous.”
"Ah, this is so... Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, Azar." Ron wanted to say something else, but Harry held Ron back. Harry said to Azar: "We're leaving first.
, I wish you a speedy recovery, Azar."
Harry pulled Ron out. He was so ashamed that he shouldn't have listened to Ron and came to see Azar.
"What's wrong, Harry, we're not forcing him, let alone he can't help..."
"Stop talking about Ron, we have to rely on ourselves regarding Buckbeak."
A black light flashed in Harry's eyes, and he wanted to put on the invisibility cloak and let Buckbeak go.