The little wizards walked out of the classroom and happily announced that they had spent a class.
Mr. Crouch seemed to have remembered something and suggested, "Ms. Skeeter, maybe those students can give you some help."
Skeeter nodded almost eagerly: "You're right, I have a few candidates I want to interview."
As she said this, she looked at Noah: "Mr. Lannister, as the president of this student union, I hope you can spare some time for me later."
Noah raised his eyelids to look at her, and after a few seconds replied, "Yes, ma'am."
Skeeter nodded with satisfaction and said to Nadira beside him: "Miss, can you take me to find other students?"
Nadira glanced at Noah, saw him nodding slightly and agreed: "Please come with me."
She left the auditorium with Skeeter.
Another male reporter obviously wanted to follow, but he was not sure whether he could go there, and remembering the way the little wizard subconsciously looked at Noah just now, he instinctively took a look there and was talking to Mr. Crouch. The little wizard who was saying something immediately caught his eyes keenly, and his cold and sharp silver-gray eyes immediately moved slightly and met his gaze.
The reporter suddenly tensed up. He wanted to say something, but saw Noah turned away his eyes again, whispered a few words to Mr. Crouch and then walked towards him.
"Mr. Tarry," Sting Tarry heard the cold student president say, "do I need to arrange a separate interview for you? Or would you prefer the same free interview as Ms. Skeeter?"
It seemed like a question, but Tali sensed an undoubted feeling.
"But, but..." The content they wanted to shoot clearly gave priority to Mr. Crouch. Skeeter had already left, so he had to stay!
But obviously there was no choice for him in this matter. As he heard, he had to choose another filming, because Noah gave the words "This is Mr. Crouch's opinion." Tali was stunned for a moment, and finally chose to conduct a free interview.
So he also left the auditorium without looking back three times. On the way out, he looked back.
In the auditorium, Noah Lannister was looking sideways at Mr. Crouch's back. I don't know if it was a problem with the angle, but Tali seemed to see a faint glint in Lannister's distinctive eyes. The light has a cold and inhuman quality, it feels a bit like...what is it like? He couldn't remember it for a moment, but instinctively looked away, for fear of being caught again.
Forget it, let's think about the serious things he has to do.
"Mr. Crouch, what do you want to know next?" Noah asked.
Mr. Crouch glanced at him. The director of the Communication Department always lacked rich expressions, but what was different from Noah's coldness was that his face was solemn and solemn. Professor Ge was even more severe: "I also graduated from this school."
In other words, he is also familiar with this place.
Noah didn't say anything. Different from the coldness when he looked at the other person's back just now, his attitude at this moment can be called obedient. He lowered his eyes and restrained his aggression. It can be said that he deliberately made himself appear more harmless.
Mr. Crouch, who didn't know him well, didn't pay attention to this. He walked straight to the small door at the back of the auditorium: "Before Dumbledore comes back, I want to see how the students are doing in class."
Naturally, Noah would not refuse. He followed the other person towards the small door calmly. However, after taking a few steps, he saw the other party stop again: "No need to follow me. The student union president must be very busy. Wait. Just let me know when Dumbledore comes back."
So his back gradually disappeared at the door of the auditorium, leaving only Noah with his eyes downcast, thinking about something else.
Harry walked slowly to the classroom with his book in his arms. The fifth grade courses were always very heavy. Some of the classes that were originally once a week have now been horribly reduced to two classes a day. The only consolation was that the History of Magic section was too much. There is only one boring class today.
Suddenly he felt that the crowd in front of him seemed to have become silent. He looked up and saw an outsider who did not belong to the school.
The costume and the photographer following behind him were too conspicuous. The most terrible thing was that he had a deep impression on this person - a very bad impression.
That goes back to the Triwizard Tournament. In the week after the Warriors election, this reporter wandered around the school and grabbed Harry with gleaming eyes several times to give him a private interview. Harry had a vivid memory of the unfinished interview because when he was about to answer, Ron quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away from the scene. Of course, he also learned the reason for doing so from Ron afterwards. Even Hermione found Skeeter's report after learning about it, which made Harry feel lucky for Ron's actions at that time.
But now...that reporter is here again! Walking towards him again! ! !
Ron's eyes widened at the same time, and Hermione's chatter stopped abruptly. The three of them had the same idea at the moment: Why is this reporter here! She's coming!
Without saying anything else, the three of them turned and left, leaving Skeeter's call behind them. But Skeeter was not someone who would give up easily. She looked thoughtfully at the three people's backs disappearing into the crowd. She squinted her eyes and accurately found another Gryffindor in the crowd. It should be them. classmates, and their expressions are timid and confused, so they should be the type who are easy to use clichés.
"This classmate," she smiled and grabbed the other person, "I am Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Do you mind if I take a moment to chat?"
The surrounding area fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to the poor unfortunate guy. Such a sight made the little unfortunate guy instinctively feel uneasy, but he was dragged so he couldn't run away, so he could only dryly announce his name: "Uh, hello, my name is Neville Longbottom."
"Longbottom?" A good reporter always has a keen sense of news and memory. She has heard of this last name, but that's all. More than ten years ago, the Longbottoms were tortured to death by four Death Eaters, and one of the Death Eaters was Barty Crouch Jr., the son of Barty Crouch. In the end, it was his biological father who judged Barty Jr., but even if Barty Crouch personally judged his son upholding justice, he still missed the position of Minister of Magic. It was clear that he was a man that everyone was optimistic about. candidate, but now he can only be the director of the International Wizarding Exchange Department.
Thinking of this, Skeeter looked at Neville with a little scrutiny. It seems that this little wizard is also her backup hot spot.
