DNF Meets Harry Potter

Several warriors nodded, indicating that they understood what he was saying. Except for Carl, they all looked at their golden egg in thought. He didn't even look at the golden egg next to him. He just lay down comfortably. The wand was spinning around in the hand.

Bagman smiled in satisfaction, turned around and just walked two steps, and then retreated as if remembering something, his face even more serious.

"Forgot to tell you a little! The golden egg will only show clues when it is normally turned on under certain circumstances, but it must not be forced to open, otherwise you will not want to know..."

He wiped the sweat on his face and was glad that he remembered it. Looking at Carl's performance just now, he felt that after opening the golden egg, he heard the howling of a mermaid and might not be able to resist a curse to break it.

In that case, I guess I have to tell him the clue directly, it would be bad...

Carl raised his head and gave Bagman a weird look. I know the truth, but why are you looking at me like this? Am I such a person?

You are not right!

It's just that Bagman didn't seem to understand Carl's face. Instead, he was thankful that he had reminded a few people of this incident.

After several people once again stated that they had understood what he meant, he finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

Harry hugged the golden egg in his hand, rubbing a gap in it, curiously, he licked his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"It's time to go, Harry!" Carl smiled weirdly. He knew that he would be tempted to open it one day after seeing Harry's expression, but he didn't intend to remind him, "The golden egg thing If you don’t rush for a while, you can go back and study again. It’s best to find more people to brainstorm. That way, the chances of success may be higher..."

Mermaid...

Carl recalled this weird and magical creature in his mind, feeling a little for a while.

He felt that the singing of a mermaid was quite nice compared to the cry of a certain monster.

Deep divers call the expert!

Fleur and Krum left one after another after Bagman walked out of the tent. At this moment, only the two of them were left in the tent.

They talked and laughed just as they lifted the curtains of the tent, an artificial voice came from the bushes not far away from them, followed by Furong's angry curses.

"Go away! You stinky bitch!" Fleur pointed to Rita's nose and cursed angrily. She didn't forget how Rita had blacked her in the newspapers. During that time, the whole Hogwarts people read Her eyes were strange.

"Oh~...don't do this!" Rita Skeeter's face is so thick that she has no intention of leaving even after Fleur is like this.

Compared to big news, what is a little face? The Triwizard Tournament, which is reopened again, is an event that the entire European magic world is paying attention to. The heat even caught up with the Quidditch World Cup!

"I'm sorry! My quill failed last time. Don't worry, this time it will never happen like the previous one!"

Rita Skeeter patted her chest and said swearingly. The eye sockets of the lotus seen by the emerald green quill in her hand were about to split. As for what the old woman said, she didn't believe a word. .

If you don’t have a long memory after suffering a loss, it would be a lack of heart!

"Yeah! Isn't this Mrs. Skeeter?" Carl looked at Rita in surprise, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm here for the interview again? But it seems that Miss Delacour seems a little reluctant. what……"

"Yeah, of course! The most important job of a reporter is to interview. From the moment she came into contact with this job, she was determined to pierce all conspiracies and tricks in the magical world with her pen..."

Rita, who was suddenly interrupted, was slightly upset. She turned her head to see the speaker and suddenly widened her eyes, and her tone became stumbling.

"Ah... I mean that this interview will definitely seek truth from facts... Yes, that's right! That's it!"

When I met this devilish little wizard again, Rita's heart collapsed. She was already avoiding him as much as possible. She had waited for Bagman to walk for a while before approaching Furong, but she didn't expect this to be possible. Run into by him.

"You misunderstood me! I mean, since Miss Delacour is unwilling, why don't you interview me?" Carl was extremely satisfied with Rita's desire to survive and expressed willingness to give her a chance.

"What are you doing? Don't blame me for not reminding you that you have been recruited. This old woman is not a good person. Anyone who is black can be said to be white for you. Don't believe her!"

Fleur on the side was shocked by Carl's initiative to deliver to the door. She was from France. I didn't know that Rita's reputation had been tricked. This is excusable, but Carl, as a native of England, should not commit this kind of behavior. Wrong!

But the next scene almost made her eyes pop out. Rita Skeeter, who had been entangled with her like a piece of brown candy for a long time, couldn't get rid of it, and then met the fat lamb that was delivered to the door, but did not enter. Backed back, if the quill in his hand was not held in time, it would almost fall to the ground.

"This, isn't it right~" Rita hesitated while clutching her crocodile leather bag tightly. On the one hand, she really wanted to stay far away from Carl and never meet him again, but on the other hand, she was also longing The author has first-hand information about the Warriors.

She is now extremely contradictory. It is uncomfortable for another person to hold the deepest secrets and handles firmly. This means that if Carl wants to threaten her, she has no possibility of rejecting it.

"You don't have to be so scared of me, after all, there is no deep hatred between us..." Carl spread his hands helplessly. Rita said this, making him seem like a devil.

"You just need to be realistic..." Carl thought for a while, then added, "It shouldn't be difficult for you?"

Harry looked at Rita, who looked embarrassed. He wanted to laugh for a while, but was suffocated. This old woman also has today. Wasn't it happy when he made his rumors before.

"Okay then~, Mr. Harris..." Rita was very good at judging the situation, knowing that the situation at this moment could not help but refuse, so she had to reluctantly agree.

At the same time, there was a faint expectation in her heart, this time there might be some unexpected gains.

She glanced at Furong, who was still a little angry standing next to her, took a deep breath and slowly said, "Then we have to find a quiet place to talk slowly, right?"

"That's natural!" Carl smiled at her, then looked at Harry, "You go back first, Harry! I have to talk to Skeeter!"