People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 239: Entertainment Journalist on the Run

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and reached for Aphrodite's small cloth bag.

Snape's eyes twitched as he watched the two people showing their affection in his class. They are really worthy of being the Potter children!

He looks just as annoying as his father!

Snape, who was not interested in seeing it, looked at the potion in his hand with a frown.

"Longbottom! How many times have I said that..."

"That's amazing!" After Avro closed the door, Colin looked at Harry with a flushed face, "You are a warrior!"

"Yeah, it's amazing!" Afro said excitedly, putting her arm around Harry's.

"What are they going to do, Colin?" Harry subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand before looking at Colin.

"It seems that the Daily Prophet wants to report and take pictures."

They walked to a small classroom where five people sat, including a female wizard in a green business suit.

Fleur and Krum stood in two separate corners, without any corners, and Cedric smiled and waved at them.

"Okay, everyone is here, now let's start testing the wands." Bagman jumped down from his chair when he saw them.

They did as Bagman said and handed their wands to the Ministry officials, who collected their wands and left the room.

"Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter." The witch held the crocodile leather handbag in one hand and stretched out the other hand waiting for them to hold it.

Afro looked at the famous reporter curiously. She looked not much different from the image portrayed in the movie.

The jeweled glasses obscured most of her face, and her delicate curls and bright red painted nails looked eerie.

"Are these the youngest two warriors chosen by the Goblet of Fire?" She stared at Afro and Harry, "Very good..."

Cedric and Harry frowned and stood in front of Afro. This reporter always gave them a very unreliable feeling.

Rita, who noticed their movements, became even more excited. "This is great material. It will add some color to the article."

Avro couldn't see Rita, but she could hear her, and she knew she was about to start making up stories again.

"Be careful with whatever she asks in a moment," she reminded Cedric and Harry in a low voice behind them.

"If it doesn't work, just talk about something irrelevant, or just make some umm and ah sounds."

Cedric and Harry nodded and agreed to her suggestion. Anyway, they didn't intend to tell this weird reporter their true thoughts.

"Great!" Rita touched her hair with her red-nailed hands and grabbed Harry's arm in the blink of an eye, "Then let's start with you!"

She dragged Harry to a broom closet, and Afro looked at the closed wooden door with concern.

Cedric pulled her to sit on a chair, "Don't worry, it's just an interview, nothing will happen."

"I know, but this reporter looks weird, I'm afraid..."

Furong, who was not far from them, seemed to dislike Afulo very much. She moved her butt in disgust and changed her position.

About half an hour later, Harry and Rita came out of the broom closet in confusion. Before Afro could say anything, Rita dragged Cedric into the room again.

The sun was shining brightly, and Afro squinted her eyes, leaning against the wall and feeling sleepy. It was unknown how long it had been before Rita called her.

"What made the Goblet of Fire choose you?"

Afro and Rita huddled together in the dim broom closet, the pungent smell of perfume mixed with dust filling their noses.

Just as Aphrodite was about to answer the question, the green feather floating beside Rita began to write on the parchment in a flamboyant manner.

[The girl's vanity ruined her beautiful face, and under her blue-green eyes...]

"Never mind the pen."

Afro turned his head with difficulty and stared at Rita, who was smiling creepily in front of him, with cold eyes.

"Really? But your quill seems to have a lot of ideas."

Even as she said this, the green quill kept writing.

Afro didn't tolerate it at all. He reached out and grabbed the quill and broke it in half.

"Reveal the truth?" Afro threw the two halves of the quill at his feet and raised his eyebrows at the shocked Rita. "How much truth is there in your news? Or is it just your own imagination?"

Rita had obviously never met such an interviewer before. She pushed her glasses up in panic and said, "I, I am a self-disciplined writer!"

"A self-disciplined writer?" Afro laughed twice, then quickly turned serious. "I think it's the editor of the entertainment reporter who is on the run!"