DNF Meets Harry Potter

"What about the report you just wrote? Don't you show it to me?" Karl said with a smile, fingers crossed.

"This..." Rita Skeeter showed a hesitant expression on her face, which is the traffic headline for the next few days!

"Don't worry if you don't want to give it to me. Anyway, after I stabbed your secret to the Ministry of Magic, everyone will no longer believe in any of your articles."

The smile on Carl's face gradually disappeared, and in an instant he became more and more indifferent, and his tone began to be full of threats.

Facts proved to be very useful. In the next second, Rita's face instantly turned pale as paper. She tremblingly opened her crocodile purse and pulled out a wad of parchment filled with words.

Carl grabbed it unceremoniously, and without even looking at it, a faint purple flame emerged from his fingertips, and the pile of parchment was burned to ashes in an instant.

"I think this kind of unrealistic report is better not to be sent out, what do you think, Mrs. Skeeter?" Carl cracked his knuckles and said to her with a smile.

"Mr. Harris is absolutely right!" Rita squeezed an ugly smile on her face, shaking her whole body.

She could see it, and Carl did it on purpose. From the moment they met, he had already taken control of himself.

"I hope that there will be no false reports about Harry and me in the future, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will say that it will not receive another report letter someday..." Carl warned again.

"Definitely not!" Rita bit her lower lip. She had never expected such a day to come. Was it the taste of being restrained?

Harry licked his lips and gloated at Rita, who had suffered a lot from Carl's hand. Wasn't it sturdy just now? Why is it fainting now?

"That's good!" Carl was very satisfied with Rita's attitude. "Maybe I still need your help in the future. I hope you don't refuse then."

If the eyes can kill people at this moment, then Carl would have been smashed by Rita a long time ago. See if this is talking about humans? In other words, does she dare to refuse?

"It's incumbent!" Rita spit out a word with great difficulty, her heart is extremely bitter, she knows that her good days are about to end.

"Very good!" Carl blinked at her with a smile, "We've been talking for a long time, and if we stay here, Mr. Bagman, they guess they can't wait..."

Seeing the little wizard in front of him stood up and opened the door of the compartment, and the sun shone on him again, Rita was relieved and finally stabilized him.

After all, she has been running around all these years in order to explode the violent news, but she has often used her Animagus form to follow the interviewees, which is illegal in itself.

In addition, she became an illegal Animagus a long time ago, which adds to the crime. If the car overturned here and was reported by him, then Azkaban must have her place in the room.

In the other classroom, Bagman had been waiting for a long time. He first saw Karl and Harry walking in front with a smile on their faces. Behind them, Rita, who he expected to be the happiest, was wobbly walking, with a vacant gait.

This immediately aroused his curiosity. After serving in the Ministry of Magic for many years, he often dealt with the old woman Rita Skeeter, and he knew exactly what kind of person she was.

To put it bluntly, in her eyes Rita is no different from a mad dog. Basically, they bite at the sight of people. Afterwards, the face of the person she interviewed was no different from that of the dead at home. Carl is in this situation. See you for the first time.

"It looks like you are going well." Bagman's chubby face became more curious, and he looked at Carl and said meaningfully.

"Of course!" Carl nodded and smiled at him: "Mrs. Skeeter also has some insights about the Triwizard Tournament. We learned a lot of information from her, which saves us from going to the library to check materials. effort!"

"That's good! That's good!" Bagman chuckled, his eyes full of suspicion.

In fact, he would have a ghost if he believed this and that. The reputation of the old woman Rita Skeeter in the magic world is no exaggeration. It can be described as notorious. Would she be so kind?

Oh~! Give me a break! If she doesn't write you from a male to a female, she will be regarded as being noble. Although I read less, don't lie to me! Make up a proper reason anyway.

But since Carl is reluctant to say more at the moment, there is no way he can tell him why this is, so he has to urge them to go over and perform the ritual of checking the wand.

"Just the two of you, Mr. Ollivander is very busy!" Bagman pointed to the old wizard standing by the window and said, his eyes were big, but his eyes were very dim.

"Okay, sir!" Carl smiled slightly, then took out his wand three steps and walked over in two steps.

He handed his wand over and laughed softly: "Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander!"

After two years of absence, Ollivander became even older, and even his hair was almost finished white. He solemnly took the wand that Carl had handed over, looking at it as if he were looking at his lover.

"Yes, ten and one-quarter inches, walnut wood, dragon nerves, the magic wand I remember most...

Long time no see, Mr. Harris, you are the most special guest I have ever met, a 100% perfect wand holder!

At the beginning, I concluded that you will have a wonderful life journey~www.readwn.com~ Now it seems so! "

Ollivander held Carl's wand tightly, and looked at it carefully while talking to Carl, his already dim eyes blooming again.

"Thank you~..." Carl was embarrassed to be praised by him, his life is so simple and boring.

Ollivander slid his fingers along the wand, muttering words, apparently looking for scratches and bumps. Afterwards, he murmured a spell for unknown reasons, and suddenly a bunch of bright gold stars appeared from the top of Karl's wand.

"Very good, very good! It's in very good condition, not much worse than it was three years ago!" Ollivander reached out his hands and put his wand on it and returned it to Carl, nodding satisfied with him.

Then Harry’s wand was checked by him a moment later, there was no problem.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore stood up from his chair, "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner. That's all for the wand test!"