Chapter 113
“Mr. York, please come up and receive the prize!” The minister shouted kindly to Peter at the Slytherin bench below.
In the envious eyes of the Hogwarts teachers and students, Peter left his seat and went to the podium, where he was personally worn by the minister with a gold medal with a purple ribbon!
Dumbledore smiled and first clapped, and then everyone followed suit, their eyes fixed on the eleven-year-old boy on the stage. Among them, Derek, the Weasley twins, and roommate Alan and other well-connected classmates applauded most warmly with surprise. Especially the twins directly whistled and fired fireworks from their wands to celebrate!
Peter, who had received the medal, returned to his seat under the gaze of everyone and listened to the minister’s speech for tens of minutes before finally eating.
“Merlin! Peter, you are the youngest winner of the Order of Merlin in the history of magic! It’s incredible! Alan sat excitedly beside Peter, constantly staring at the gold medallion on his chest with fiery eyes. There was also a circle of curious classmates around, and everyone looked at Peter and merlin with adoration.
Looking at the roommate’s expression of wanting to get closer but not daring to get closer, Peter directly took off the medal and stuffed it into Alan’s hand. He said, “If you want to see it, just hold it and look at it, it’s just a medal, it’s not a valuable thing.” ”
“But it means a lot!” This is the Merlin Medal, or a second-class medal, how many wizards dream of it! Alan carefully held the gold medallion as if it were going to shatter!
Peter shook his head and buried his head directly in the meal.
“Classmate York, can I have a few words with you?” A sweet, greasy voice came from behind Peter.
A woman wearing jewel-encrusted glasses, large wavy blonde hair, teeth exposed, and a smile that she thought was charming, squeezed in from among the students and asked Peter.
“Are you?” Peter asked doubtfully.
“Oh, charming little handsome guy! I’m Rita Skeet, a professional reporter for the Daily Prophet,” the woman said with interest as she opened her bloody red lips, and held out her thick fingers, trying to tease Peter.
Peter dodged her red fingernails, which were at least two inches long, and said politely, “Hello Ms. Skeeter, but I was not notified that I was interviewed by reporters!” ”
“Haha… Ministers, they are busy every day, and these little things are not in place! Rita Skeeter squeezed a girl across from Peter and stroked her curls, which didn’t match her square chin, and then a piece of parchment and a quill flew out of her crocodile-skin handbag and wrote it in mid-air!
She stared straight at Peter and then asked, “According to the minister’s description, you went out of the banquet alone on Halloween night, and then found the sneaky Professor Green, so you decided to quietly follow him to see what he was doing…”
Peter glanced at the quill that was automatically writing, and then found it on parchment that it had written “Peter York, a first-year Slytherin student from the Muggle world, after being brutally treated around him, at a banquet that was supposed to be celebrated, a cold man left silently, hiding in a dark corner alone and sad, and then met the sneaky Green.” His restless curiosity prompted him to pursue a teacher’s secret…”
“Ms. Skeeter, I have never been treated cruelly in school, nor have I been sad alone, nor have I had restless curiosity! Is your pen broken? Before I could even open my mouth, it wrote a random pass! Peter asked calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the reporter in front of him.
“Haha, eh, just after some artistic processing, don’t care!” Rita Skeeter waved her hand in a tone of indifference, “Let’s start, but there are too many people here and it’s a bit noisy, why not talk about it in another place?” ”
“Sorry, Ms. Skeeter, I’m just an eleven-year-old and not very good at answering people’s questions!” Peter smiled reservedly and refused, “Otherwise you will interview the Minister or Dumbledore, who knows what has happened and will certainly be able to answer your questions!” ”
Rita Skeeter choked up, if she could interview them, would she still need to come here to find a little fart? In particular, Minister Millisson Barnold, who has commented on her articles in public, has no practical significance but entertainment, and will never accept her interviews! And Dumbledore’s smiling tiger, in front of him, Rita Skeeter always felt that her mind was exposed, and did not dare to stay longer.
But now she hit a wall with a small child, and hearing the rejection, Rita Skeet asked as if in disbelief: “You refuse?” Do you know how many bookings are made every day in the Daily Prophet, and I am a special correspondent for the Daily Prophet! Anyone I interview can be famous! Don’t you want to become more famous and have everyone adore you? ”
Listening to her seductive tone, Peter rolled his eyes directly, really when he was a child. He said directly and impatiently, “I’m sorry, Ms. Skeeter. This is the long Slytherin table and you have disturbed us to eat! ”
RitaSkitt felt mad, first interviewing the minister, then Dumbledore refusing her interview, and now a child daring to refuse her request. She stood up directly and angrily, and the shorthand quill in her hand followed her heart, and quickly wrote something on the parchment.
Peter could guess without looking that she was writing about herself, and that she had bad intentions. So he said something inexplicable: “Ms. Skeeter, do you know a beetle?” I’ve seen one with the same pattern around its eyes as your glasses and flying around! Have you ever seen it? ”
The people around Peter couldn’t understand the meaning of this sentence, and their faces were confused.
But the reporter Rita Skeeter, who was just about to leave, changed his face greatly, looked at him in an instant, saw him with a calm look, and tentatively asked: “What do you mean, I don’t understand!” ”
“Lady Skeeter, do you know that our Transfiguration Teacher, Professor McGonagall, was one of the seven Animagus registered in the 20th century?” Peter replied to the question.
When Rita Skeeter heard this, she was like a deflated leather ball, and asked with an ugly face, “What do you want?” ”
“What can I do, Ms. Skeeter! I just don’t want to be in the newspaper and see someone talking nonsense about me! Peter smiled, a completely harmless look.
“As you wish!” RitaSkirt said with a black face, and then turned and left in a bit of embarrassment.
