章節 476: Chapter 475 "Scared Skeeter"

When Skeeter faced other students, even if they were delegates who were about to participate in the tournament, she didn't care about them much.

She was a reporter, a guest from the Daily Prophet, and even the Ministry of Magic paid attention to her articles. But this is just a group of children, so she didn't have to worry about it much.

However, after seeing the next interviewee, Skeeter could no longer maintain her spirits. As an unregistered Animagus, she has always prided herself on being able to transform into a creature like a beetle, which is a great way to gain information that other reporters cannot.

A few years ago, she inquired about the information from various sources, summed it up, and finally found a clue about the "special relationship" between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The two most powerful wizards in the wizarding world today are also the principals of two magic schools.

If she can dig out some news and add some "spice" to it, her status in the wizarding world media will reach an unprecedented level.

Skeeter approached Bathilda. She was going to lurk there for a while, and after confirming that there was no new news to dig out, she would use some small tricks to make the old Bathilda spit out more, like using Veritaserum or something.

When she transformed into a beetle and lurked, a group of children came over. She didn't take those kids seriously at all. Her only worry was that they would stay in the room for too long, which would affect her information-digging process.

Then, a little boy was only twelve or thirteen years old at most. The beetle that she transformed into was trapped under the container in one move. In the beginning, she thought it was a mischievous act of a naughty child, thinking that he would throw away the beetle when he got tired of playing. So she pretended to be dead.

But instead of playing with her like a beetle, the boy shut her in a container.

Skeeter has forgotten how many days she was locked up. All she knows is that she was starved to death. She even thought that she was really going to die in that little glass bottle. In the end, the boy let her go, and Skeeter even thought it was over when the bottle was opened until the boy spoke.

"Time to go, Miss Skeeter."

He knew her identity.

From that moment on, this boy, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, became Skeeter's nightmare. After escaping from his hands, she did not turn into a beetle again for two full years, and until now, she has dared not use any glass bottles or other related items.

And now, that boy has grown up and stands in front of her.

"Ms. Skeeter? Ms. Skeeter?" Ludo shouted to Skeeter on the side in a daze. He saw the cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

"Ms. Skeeter?" he called again.

Sean smiled and stepped forward a little bit, showing concern and worry. "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Skeeter almost thought she was going to faint after seeing his face.

Taking a step back subconsciously, she tremblingly pushed her glasses, "No, I'm good..."

"That's good to hear," Sean said with a smile.

Ludo looked at Skeeter with some doubt and patted Sean on the shoulder, "This young man is here for it too, Ms. Skeeter. It's time to start your interview."

"What's the matter? Didn't you say that you want to interview this extra team?" Ludo asked, puzzled.

Skeeter was wailing in her heart. She turned her head quietly and looked at Sean's expression.

Thinking of this, Skeeter swallowed her saliva and showed a stiff smile, even the lipstick stuck to her teeth, "This way, Mr. Wallup."

He readily followed Skeeter into a room. Skeeter huddled in the corner of the cubicle, her quill drooping on her shoulder.

Sean scratched his head, "Let's start your interview directly."

"Okay, okay..." Skeeter swallowed, "Well, let's just follow the usual procedure?"

Sean glanced at the quill and nodded thoughtfully.

"Let me introduce myself first. I'm a reporter from the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter..."

The quill quivered and began to write on the parchment.

Skeeter explained with a bitter face, "This quill has been set up, and it will write everything for the interview."

Sean held back a smile and waved his hands, signaling her to continue.

"So, Mr. Wallup. What prompted you to take part in this Quadwizard Tournament?"

The quill slid across the paper, leaving a line of paragraphs.

'With deep lake blue eyes and an extremely handsome face, this is currently the most popular student at Hogwarts—Sean Wallup. His eyes are charming, and his hair is so elegant.'

"Well, I remember that…" Sean mentioned, and Skeeter nodded quickly.

"The reason for me to participate in the tournament is simple. On the one hand, it is a very interesting adventure. On the other hand, I want to win for Hogwarts."

The quill continued to write.

'What kind of mentality does this outstanding wizard regard the Quadwizard Tournament as a great adventure? Without excellent psychological qualities, strength, and confidence in oneself, no wizard would dare to say such a sentence so lightly.'

Skeeter showed a smile, "Mr. Wallup, do you see this?"

"You don't need to write such words to please me..."

"Okay, no problem, I will write another one, and when the time comes, I will send an owl to show you the final draft."

Sean scratched his head. Why was Skeeter so afraid of him? Didn't he just catch her and lock her up for a while? Still, it was nice not to have to deal with Skeeter's tough questions.

While the interview in the room continued, the students outside were talking in groups. The three of Durmstrang's students don't seem to be very close to each other. Krum is standing by the bookshelf alone, not knowing what he is thinking.

Reinhardt, who had previously been annoyed by Skeeter, was tapping his legs impatiently with an irritable expression on his face, and Leon was standing in the corner, seeming unwilling to communicate with anyone.

Fleur chatted with two other Beauxbatons students from time to time, but she seemed more interested in Cedric. The two chatted with smiles on their faces.

Among Nurmengard's students, Daniels stood silently while Patricia and Hugo chatted with the Weasley twins. Stephanie remained the same as usual, but she found a seat and sat down to read a book.

Footsteps were heard on the corner stairs, and the referee and Mr. Ollivander arrived.

"I assume you're all here?" said Dumbledore.

"Oh, Ms. Skeeter is interviewing Mr. Wallup. It should be soon... Oh, they are done already." Bagman said.

Sean and Skeeter came out of the room, and Skeeter followed behind, nervously looking at the notes she had just written for fear of making any mistakes in the writing. If he wrote his words by mistake, she's afraid of his actions later.

"Oh, are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, sir." Sean nodded, and Skeeter followed suit.

"That's good."

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to all the delegates after he sat down on the referee's seat, "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match."

Grindelwald is not here and seems to have other things to do. The old man with two big, light-colored eyes standing in front of him was Mr. Ollivander.

Sean suddenly remembered something: his wand was no longer the original one.

His original wand should still be with Grindelwald now. He exchanged it during the night in Paris. Of course, the purpose of the exchange is to make his own wand for Sean, and this wand is later given to the other Grindelwald.

Sean bought a large number of wands and kept experimenting with his wand technique once a month.

The ability is the key for Sean to modify his own wand. However, because he has not studied it thoroughly, the efficiency of using it is not high. There are probably five or six magic wands that Sean modified before.

He is now using the first successful wand he has modified: an oak matched with unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and the scale of the Loch Ness Monster. After inlaying it, Sean will be more powerful in using spells underwater and have a certain ability to swim in water.

Of course, Sean has been covering up the true form of his wand at ordinary times. Except for Hermione and others, he is still using his elm wand. Sean is confident that he can hide it from the screening, but if it's Mr. Ollivander, Sean is a little uncertain.

Sean looked up at Mr. Ollivander, who was examining Cedric's wand.

"Ah, it's my craft, isn't it?" said Mr. Ollivander, "I plucked hair from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn. It must have been five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail, and he nearly poked a hole in me with his horn. It is twelve and a quarter inches long, made of ash and good wood. It is in excellent condition. Do you care for it regularly?"

"I just brushed it last night." Cedric grinned.

At this time, a small voice sounded from his ear, "I will hint it to Grandpa."

It was Stephanie, holding her slender pale blue wand.

Sean was a little surprised; he didn't say it, but she knew.

"I'm sensitive to wands, which is the talent of the Ollivander family." Stephanie explained in a whisper.

"I see…"

After all the people in front had been tested, Stephanie handed over her wand before Sean.

Mr. Ollivander smiled at his granddaughter and held the light blue wand. "Your own work. The body of the wand is made of acacia wood, which is powerful but only for the talented; it is an underrated wood. The core is dragon heartstring, but mixed with some material, I don't know. It is no accident, but it is stronger than usual. Thirteen and a half inches, good construction technique, even coated with a magic coating. It is indeed your masterpiece."

Mr. Ollivander's tone was full of pride.