Once his eyes met, Noah stopped subconsciously.
He recognized the reporter—Rita Skeeter, a difficult reporter.
It was first because of the wizard duel cards invented by Noah. At that time, the Lannister family had no precautions and sold the duel cards in Noah's name with a very "proud" attitude. As a result, this reporter was recruited Miss.
In order to get the exclusive news, the reporter did her best to harass the Lannister family to the point of misery. She even distorted Cooper's words after Cooper refused to directly explain how Noah invented the duel cards. , wrote reports such as "The Lannister family intends to give their son the title of 'genius' to get rid of the title of 'the youngest Death Eater'".
Of course, the report was not published in the end, but this move gave the Lannister family a very bad impression of the reporter, and later forced Cooper to downplay Noah's reputation.
When he invented the magic mirror, Cooper simply didn't reveal Noah's name, planning to wait until he was an adult before mentioning it.
But this also shows the degree of inhumanity of this reporter. If Cooper hadn't noticed it early and protested to the Ministry of Magic in time, the report that basically destroyed Noah's identity as the "youngest Death Eater" would have been published directly in the newspaper. After that, Noah also thought about teaching this reporter a lesson, but in fact, Christina looked too closely at her, so he could only find an opportunity to cause a little trouble for this reporter after the news passed.
Now that the other party can still appear in school alive and kicking, it seems that the original trouble was still too small.
Noah thought expressionlessly.
But it was too late to regret now. The female reporter had already noticed him, and immediately left Mr. Bagman and walked towards Noah: "Little Mr. Lannister, we meet again. When I learned this name, I knew it was you. It's really It’s a pity that the last report could not be sent out. Your mother is really a bit..." 33
"Ms. Skeeter," Noah raised his eyes to look at her, his cold silver-gray eyes faintly gleaming, "I think you should like your job very much, after all, you just got out of trouble not long ago."
The female reporter paused. She looked at Noah up and down, as if weighing something: "Oh, someone said, are you very similar to your parents?"
"Isn't this natural?" Noah walked past her without giving her another look.
The female reporter stared at his back until he disappeared at the classroom door.
"Oh, you're watching Lannister," said Mr. Bagman, who didn't know about the feud between the Lannister family and Skeeter. "I've heard of his reputation. It appeared in reports a few years ago. , I heard that he was the best little wizard at Hogwarts at that time. It’s not surprising that he would become a warrior, right? But he just doesn’t like to talk.”
"Yes, you are right," Ms. Skeeter raised her eyebrows slightly, "He was a genius a long time ago, but later he became less famous. I think he needs a good report to let the world know about this genius. .”
…
Noah entered the small classroom. There was no one here yet. Apparently Professor Snape called him here too early. Noah, who couldn't tell the time, simply took out a piece of parchment and a book from his pocket, and wrote down something on the parchment while reading.
This was what they saw when Fleur and Viktor came in.
"What are you reading?" Fleur came over and glanced at the cover of his book, and found that it was a missing book about magical animals.
"Some extracurricular books." Noah replied.
"Extracurricular?" Fleur raised an eyebrow, "Do the Hogwarts exams include books other than textbooks?"
"No, this is just a personal interest." Noah closed the book and put away the parchment and quills beside him, ending this short personal homework time.
Soon Skeeter and Mr. Bagman also entered the small classroom, and Mr. Bagman explained today's process to them.
"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment. The expert is already upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then there are a few photos Prime Minister, this is Rita Skeeter, she is writing a short article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."
"Maybe not that little, Ludo," Skeeter interrupted Mr. Bagman, a little unhappy with his description.
Mr. Bagman apologized casually and perfunctorily, not paying much attention to the incident.
Skeeter's expression was a little unhappy, but she quickly put this unhappiness behind her: "Before we start, can I talk to a few warriors? Individual interviews can add some color to the article. "
"Oh, no problem, if they are willing." Mr. Bagman will naturally not refuse. If this competition can be held smoothly, it will be a brilliant achievement for his career.
Skeeter was overjoyed immediately, but as soon as she called the name, Principal Dumbledore led several people to the door of the classroom.
His eyes fell meaningfully on Skeeter, then he greeted the reporter lady as if nothing had happened, and led a few people into the small classroom.
The referees have already arrived and sat down, and the three warriors also sat on their chairs very consciously.
Skeeter found a corner and took out parchment and a quill from her crocodile bag and put it on her lap. A potbellied wizard with a camera followed her and whispered to her. After a few words, he walked to the back of the classroom, probably to take pictures.
"Please allow me to introduce you, Mr. Ollivander." Principal Dumbledore said to Noah and the others. "He is going to check your spells and make sure your wands are in good condition before the competition."
Mr. Ollivander was standing by the window. Noah still remembered him. He bought his wand from Ollivander's wand shop.
Mr. Ollivander walked to the center of the classroom and nodded to Fleur: "Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"
Fleur stood up and walked over to him, handing over her wand.
"Well..." Mr. Ollivander fiddled with the wand, letting it rotate on his fingertips. The tip of the wand occasionally sprayed out some pink and gold sparks, and then he put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he said, "Yes, nine and a half inches, good elasticity, maple support, contains... oh, this is not common..."
"It contains a Veela hair," Fleur volunteered. "It's my grandma's hair."
Mr. Ollivander nodded: "Yes, yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too sensitive and willful... However, everyone has their own wailing, since it suits you.”
Some people died, but not completely...
