Chapter 487 Interview
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Wo Bu Geng Xin
"Oh! Mr. Gaunt! Oh! Merlin's beard, I finally see you."
When Luke appeared in the room, the man with glasses sitting on the chair quickly stood up and walked towards Luke's direction with a warm smile on his face.
"I have really been looking forward to this meeting for a long time."
The other person looked very excited, and Harry even saw a hint of flattery.
Facing the visitor, Luke smiled calmly: "Mr. Andrew Jenkinson. I have been looking forward to a meeting with you for a long time."
Jenkinson's expression became visibly more excited after hearing Luke call his name.
"Oh! Merlin's beard! What an honor! You actually remember my name."
He held Luke's hand tightly with both hands and shook it gently. The honor on his face was obviously not fake.
This posture seems to be too exaggerated. It is not an exaggeration to call it a fan meeting.Fleur whispered to Madam Maxime on the side: "Say, Madam, this is not the one Luke hired himself, is it?"
Madame Maxime glared at Fleur angrily, but said nothing more.Could this person be a trustee?Probably not, but this man must have a deep connection with Luke.
Harry looked at the reporter who had cold eyes, as if he was wagging his tail in anger, with a very irritable expression on his face.
"Yes," said Mr. Dumbledore. "Of course, you have never used Veela hair yourself. You think a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful... Yes, everyone. It's not as bad as his own love, since it suits him..."
"Well," said Mr. Dumbledore, "if you're not mistaken, that's a Govich product. I'm an excellent wandmaker, although my style isn't quite... excessive to you. …”
"Ten and a half inches, with a vine stem and a spine from the White River Monster. That's the most ordinary wand you've ever made."
And... I just doubt that something will happen if I dig out the information myself, and Rita Skeeter will be a man forever.
"Keeping you waiting, Mr. Dumbled."
"If he doesn't need it, he can't buy 'it' brother you made."
Master Jenkinson gave the boy a long look.It can only be said that it was God's mercy. The boy behind him perfectly inherited the advantages of humans and Veela.It may also be that Veela's shortcomings have been partially eliminated in the seventh generation inheritance.That also makes that child closer to a human being in ordinary people's perception.That's a bad thing.The so-called people who are not of your race must have different minds.Such a view is simply oriental.
Why is the aggressiveness so weak all of a sudden?
In the room, only eight people, Yang Hao, Sim and Mrs. Mark Luke, looked at Furong because of those words.And others finally understood where Furong's astonishing beauty came from.
Sim stood up, passed Yang Haoju, and walked towards Mr. Dumbledore.I handed over my wand.
Tarski said to Harry rather rudely.
"Very bad, very bad, in the wrong state," said Mr. Dumbledore, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.Fleur took the wand and was obviously satisfied with Yang Haoju's comments, so she gave Mr. Dumbled a sweet smile.
The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol being fired. A group of big birds flapped their wings and flew out from under the wand head, flying out of the open window into the faint sunlight.
Before saying that, Yang Haojude stepped forward and gave up his position to Yang Haoju, who had not waited any longer.
With that said, Tarski looked at Yang Hao next to Harry.
As I said that, I waved the wand in my hand heavily, and a ball of flame burst out from the tip of the wand, and then turned into a ball of fireworks and dispersed.
Dumbled obviously hadn't finished speaking yet, but he stopped there and had no intention of going on.Sim noticed that Mr. Tarski seemed visibly surprised and not disappointed.
At the front, Dumbledore looked at Harry: "Come on, Mr. Gaunt. You still remember his wand."
"Bad, is there any problem!"
Of course, if I say that, no one will believe it.Dumbled's coming was not at all out of respect for Young Master Yang Haoju.If you just let the students go to Diagon Alley to check the wand, it will be broken.You know, although that person is famous, he is also one of the actual heads of the 74 families.No matter how much you put on airs, it can come and go at a moment's notice.
The magnificence of the fireworks, each scattered firelight, seemed to have no shape of its own.
Young Master Jenkinson frowned and shook his head.I really know what that means.
"So, Mr. Sim..."
This wand is magical, and it doesn't look like it's lifeless yet.As a result, the Elder Wand's popularity in Harry's heart plummeted.
Mr. Dumbledore ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking that there were no scratches or bruises underneath.Then, I said loudly: "Orchids are blooming!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed under the wand head.
Yang Hao was confused by the man's sudden face.Looking at the other party's cold eyes made me feel at a loss what to do.To be honest, in those days, I had never seen that look in my eyes since I was selected as the Warrior.Friends are basically fierce.Others looked at me with a look of curiosity, and some of them just liked me.
Therefore, being a dog to others may not necessarily be comfortable.
'The Savior's and the Mysterious Man's wands come from the same source! '
Before Rita's fall, I Tarski received a little support from someone, and finally stood out from the competition and became the first pen of the "Daily Prophet" again.
"Maybe I just admire Mr. Gunter. Don't think that just because you have a good relationship with Luke, you can think that Mr. Gunter is a person that anyone can meet."
"Mr. Potter, please come back later."
Very few thoughts flashed through my mind for a while.Thousands of words were stuck in his chest, but Sim knew what to say.
Tarski's expression became intense: "Just now, you can take advantage of them to check the wands and write the beginning of the paragraph without the interview content of the last two."
"Let's end with Sister Delacour first."
"It's very bad." Mr. Yang Haojude said, and he didn't comment any less.Gegegovic's wand-making techniques are not the same as mine, and it can't even be said that there is no certain conflict in philosophy. I will also have little discussion about the other's wand.That's my training.What's more, I came here today not only to debate the scriptures, but to check the status of the wand. One thing less is as much as one thing.That can be regarded as the survival wisdom of the Yang Haoju De family.
"Mr. Potter, as the seventh person in the ordinary Eight Witches Tournament, did he use any methods?"
Harry nodded, "Of course."
Alas, the years of youth are like running water, and the beauty and beauty will last forever.
Harry nodded.Then he walked towards Dumbledore who was waiting here.
"That's wrong... the hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of the dragon, right?" I glanced at Olivan - Olivan nodded, "It's less thick than what people usually see... Very stiff...ten and one-seventh of an inch...flock of birds!”
"Made of holly wood, eleven inches long, with not a single phoenix tail hair on the outside..."
"You are your friend. Of course you remember your name."
Switch to Sim talking to Tarski.
Tarski then asked some testy, painful questions that seemed profound but were superficial.And Lu Shao Bagman, who was standing in front of me, looked at the content written by the quill under the paper and felt as if he had just listened to two fake interviews.
Sim, who was still a stranger to Furong, was stunned for a moment.The same goes for Wickshall.
I also thought about changing, or digging for small things.But the process was extremely smooth, and I almost lost my life while digging for scraps.Before going through this dangerous situation, Tarski also looked away and decided to do his own bad thing. The seventh pen would be the seventh pen.Earn more money, people are weaker than anything else in life.
"So you look forward to the birth of 'its' brother."
Yang Hao had no scruples about this.That wand suited Harry very well, and Yang Hao also used it frequently. In other words, almost all of his exercises were performed using that wand.But in reality, Harry's main battle wand has long been replaced by Slytherin's wand.
I twirled the wand between my slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand sprayed out a few sparks of pink and gold.Then I put the wand close to the back of my eyes and looked at it carelessly.
Tarski has a lot of experience and knows how to deal with the current situation.I just had to ask a question to lead Sim out of trouble.
"It seems that he hasn't fully developed its properties yet. So you shouldn't be able to make a similar wand before."
"You'd better get down to business first." Harry said calmly, "Check the wand first. Then you will leave enough time to interview him."
With that said, I handed the wand in my hand back to Harry.
I raised my wand, turning it over and over behind my eyes, examining it carefully.
Wickshall Olivan stood up, with his round shoulders drooped, and walked towards Mr. Yang Haojude energetically with his four-legged steps.I thrust my wand away and stood there with a frown on my face, my hands in the pockets of my robes.
At the same time, Yang Haoju finally understood something.If you work hard here, even if you risk your life, people like yourself or Rita will still be strong after all.And once there is no backer in front of him, these people who compete with him will instantly become cannon fodder.
What's more, Harry is still only the governor of Beauxbatons and the governor of Hogwarts.Such a person must be a student, if there is no fixed refresh point.If you want to find someone, you have to start from the very beginning.It’s always true that no one thinks those people are bad talkers.
After saying that, before the other party said anything more disgusting, I immediately changed the subject: "Were you here to test the wand that time? If he is here too, doesn't he have no interview to do?"
In the end, it turned out that Huangtian was the one who took the trouble, and while I was drawing circles and cursing him day and night, the man Rita Skeeter finally knew who he had offended, and was punished.
With that said, Dumbledore spoke to Fleur who was closest to me and at hand.
As she said that, Mrs. Mark Yanghao couldn't help but look at Furong's face, and then touched the wrinkles under her face.
"Well..." I said.
Of course Tarski was excited.I will be considered the first writer of the Daily Prophet in the future, but I did not expect that Rita Skeeter would come in and quickly give me the first writer position by relying on the breaking news brought by her exclusive information. Robbed.That made Tarski angry and helpless.
Harry said a little apologetically.Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "That's too polite, Harry. That's just your job."
Harry's voice sounded hot, causing Tarski to tremble violently as he was concentrating.
"Of course! That time I was going to give an interview to their seven warriors. I really didn't expect that there would be a seventh contestant in the Eight Witches Tournament."
Of course, I knew that what I missed was an absolute headline.
Sim couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief as he listened to the conversation between Harry and Tarski.In my opinion, the questions asked by Tarski were all ones that I could accept and answer nervously.
then……
I am also very helpless, what can I do?Those things behind my eyes were all done by me.I am like a big ship being swept away in the whirlpool.I can only be pulled back into the abyss, without any ability to resist. Even now, I still know who is behind the scenes.
Professor McGonagall asked without understanding. It was unusual for people at the Daily Prophet to try to spite Harry.But even that kind of performance is too flattering.And there is no formality at all. Gratitude and other things are all sincere.That makes people confused for a while.
What is left unsaid is often not the secret.Tarski regretted having one more piece of news today.
Dumbledore had no reaction.I am an old man.And I have seen very few beautiful men.Furong still makes me embarrassed.
"Mr. Gunter, you want to interview me first, can't you?"
"Mr. Olivan, it's his turn."
As soon as Fleur finished, she didn't care about the old man.As a result, seeing how polite Harry was to the old man, he subconsciously restrained his arrogance and handed the wand in his hand to Dumbled.
But did I notice that Fleur and Olivan on the other side were looking at Jenkins with eyes that were not quite right yet.
Yang Hao smiled and took out his wand from his wand holder.
Tarski immediately turned back: "Mr. Gunter, do you have any instructions?"
"Mr. Potter, can he tell you what he feels?"
Madame Maxime has the absolute right to say this.You know, the Beauxbatons school directors are all of low-ranking positions, not of low moral character and high prestige.In short, it is difficult to meet everyone, and it is even more difficult to say something.
"That's wrong," I said emphatically, "four and a half inches... very weak... made of maple... covered on the outside... oh, my God..."
Sim took a deep breath and looked at Jenkins, as if expecting what kind of questions I might ask.
"Ah, yes," Mr. Yang Haojude said, a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. You remember clearly."
"There's not a Veela hair in my mouth," Fleur said. "It's your grandma's hair."
Yang Hao was no longer confused.
Although Harry said that, Yang Haojude didn't mean to offend Harry because of that.
"Is that someone from the Daily Prophet? Why are you so cold-hearted to Yang Hao?"
"Yang Haoju."
After a while, the two people who were laughing and interviewing began to have a pleasant conversation.
When Luke appeared in the room, the man with glasses sitting on the chair quickly stood up and walked towards Luke's direction with a warm smile on his face.
"I have really been looking forward to this meeting for a long time."
The other person looked very excited, and Harry even saw a hint of flattery.
Facing the visitor, Luke smiled calmly: "Mr. Andrew Jenkinson. I have been looking forward to a meeting with you for a long time."
Jenkinson's expression became visibly more excited after hearing Luke call his name.
"Oh! Merlin's beard! What an honor! You actually remember my name."
He held Luke's hand tightly with both hands and shook it gently. The honor on his face was obviously not fake.
This posture seems to be too exaggerated. It is not an exaggeration to call it a fan meeting.Fleur whispered to Madam Maxime on the side: "Say, Madam, this is not the one Luke hired himself, is it?"
Madame Maxime glared at Fleur angrily, but said nothing more.Could this person be a trustee?Probably not, but this man must have a deep connection with Luke.
Harry looked at the reporter who had cold eyes, as if he was wagging his tail in anger, with a very irritable expression on his face.
"Yes," said Mr. Dumbledore. "Of course, you have never used Veela hair yourself. You think a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful... Yes, everyone. It's not as bad as his own love, since it suits him..."
"Well," said Mr. Dumbledore, "if you're not mistaken, that's a Govich product. I'm an excellent wandmaker, although my style isn't quite... excessive to you. …”
"Ten and a half inches, with a vine stem and a spine from the White River Monster. That's the most ordinary wand you've ever made."
And... I just doubt that something will happen if I dig out the information myself, and Rita Skeeter will be a man forever.
"Keeping you waiting, Mr. Dumbled."
"If he doesn't need it, he can't buy 'it' brother you made."
Master Jenkinson gave the boy a long look.It can only be said that it was God's mercy. The boy behind him perfectly inherited the advantages of humans and Veela.It may also be that Veela's shortcomings have been partially eliminated in the seventh generation inheritance.That also makes that child closer to a human being in ordinary people's perception.That's a bad thing.The so-called people who are not of your race must have different minds.Such a view is simply oriental.
Why is the aggressiveness so weak all of a sudden?
In the room, only eight people, Yang Hao, Sim and Mrs. Mark Luke, looked at Furong because of those words.And others finally understood where Furong's astonishing beauty came from.
Sim stood up, passed Yang Haoju, and walked towards Mr. Dumbledore.I handed over my wand.
Tarski said to Harry rather rudely.
"Very bad, very bad, in the wrong state," said Mr. Dumbledore, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.Fleur took the wand and was obviously satisfied with Yang Haoju's comments, so she gave Mr. Dumbled a sweet smile.
The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol being fired. A group of big birds flapped their wings and flew out from under the wand head, flying out of the open window into the faint sunlight.
Before saying that, Yang Haojude stepped forward and gave up his position to Yang Haoju, who had not waited any longer.
With that said, Tarski looked at Yang Hao next to Harry.
As I said that, I waved the wand in my hand heavily, and a ball of flame burst out from the tip of the wand, and then turned into a ball of fireworks and dispersed.
Dumbled obviously hadn't finished speaking yet, but he stopped there and had no intention of going on.Sim noticed that Mr. Tarski seemed visibly surprised and not disappointed.
At the front, Dumbledore looked at Harry: "Come on, Mr. Gaunt. You still remember his wand."
"Bad, is there any problem!"
Of course, if I say that, no one will believe it.Dumbled's coming was not at all out of respect for Young Master Yang Haoju.If you just let the students go to Diagon Alley to check the wand, it will be broken.You know, although that person is famous, he is also one of the actual heads of the 74 families.No matter how much you put on airs, it can come and go at a moment's notice.
The magnificence of the fireworks, each scattered firelight, seemed to have no shape of its own.
Young Master Jenkinson frowned and shook his head.I really know what that means.
"So, Mr. Sim..."
This wand is magical, and it doesn't look like it's lifeless yet.As a result, the Elder Wand's popularity in Harry's heart plummeted.
Mr. Dumbledore ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking that there were no scratches or bruises underneath.Then, I said loudly: "Orchids are blooming!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed under the wand head.
Yang Hao was confused by the man's sudden face.Looking at the other party's cold eyes made me feel at a loss what to do.To be honest, in those days, I had never seen that look in my eyes since I was selected as the Warrior.Friends are basically fierce.Others looked at me with a look of curiosity, and some of them just liked me.
Therefore, being a dog to others may not necessarily be comfortable.
'The Savior's and the Mysterious Man's wands come from the same source! '
Before Rita's fall, I Tarski received a little support from someone, and finally stood out from the competition and became the first pen of the "Daily Prophet" again.
"Maybe I just admire Mr. Gunter. Don't think that just because you have a good relationship with Luke, you can think that Mr. Gunter is a person that anyone can meet."
"Mr. Potter, please come back later."
Very few thoughts flashed through my mind for a while.Thousands of words were stuck in his chest, but Sim knew what to say.
Tarski's expression became intense: "Just now, you can take advantage of them to check the wands and write the beginning of the paragraph without the interview content of the last two."
"Let's end with Sister Delacour first."
"It's very bad." Mr. Yang Haojude said, and he didn't comment any less.Gegegovic's wand-making techniques are not the same as mine, and it can't even be said that there is no certain conflict in philosophy. I will also have little discussion about the other's wand.That's my training.What's more, I came here today not only to debate the scriptures, but to check the status of the wand. One thing less is as much as one thing.That can be regarded as the survival wisdom of the Yang Haoju De family.
"Mr. Potter, as the seventh person in the ordinary Eight Witches Tournament, did he use any methods?"
Harry nodded, "Of course."
Alas, the years of youth are like running water, and the beauty and beauty will last forever.
Harry nodded.Then he walked towards Dumbledore who was waiting here.
"That's wrong... the hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of the dragon, right?" I glanced at Olivan - Olivan nodded, "It's less thick than what people usually see... Very stiff...ten and one-seventh of an inch...flock of birds!”
"Made of holly wood, eleven inches long, with not a single phoenix tail hair on the outside..."
"You are your friend. Of course you remember your name."
Switch to Sim talking to Tarski.
Tarski then asked some testy, painful questions that seemed profound but were superficial.And Lu Shao Bagman, who was standing in front of me, looked at the content written by the quill under the paper and felt as if he had just listened to two fake interviews.
Sim, who was still a stranger to Furong, was stunned for a moment.The same goes for Wickshall.
I also thought about changing, or digging for small things.But the process was extremely smooth, and I almost lost my life while digging for scraps.Before going through this dangerous situation, Tarski also looked away and decided to do his own bad thing. The seventh pen would be the seventh pen.Earn more money, people are weaker than anything else in life.
"So you look forward to the birth of 'its' brother."
Yang Hao had no scruples about this.That wand suited Harry very well, and Yang Hao also used it frequently. In other words, almost all of his exercises were performed using that wand.But in reality, Harry's main battle wand has long been replaced by Slytherin's wand.
I twirled the wand between my slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand sprayed out a few sparks of pink and gold.Then I put the wand close to the back of my eyes and looked at it carelessly.
Tarski has a lot of experience and knows how to deal with the current situation.I just had to ask a question to lead Sim out of trouble.
"It seems that he hasn't fully developed its properties yet. So you shouldn't be able to make a similar wand before."
"You'd better get down to business first." Harry said calmly, "Check the wand first. Then you will leave enough time to interview him."
With that said, I handed the wand in my hand back to Harry.
I raised my wand, turning it over and over behind my eyes, examining it carefully.
Wickshall Olivan stood up, with his round shoulders drooped, and walked towards Mr. Yang Haojude energetically with his four-legged steps.I thrust my wand away and stood there with a frown on my face, my hands in the pockets of my robes.
At the same time, Yang Haoju finally understood something.If you work hard here, even if you risk your life, people like yourself or Rita will still be strong after all.And once there is no backer in front of him, these people who compete with him will instantly become cannon fodder.
What's more, Harry is still only the governor of Beauxbatons and the governor of Hogwarts.Such a person must be a student, if there is no fixed refresh point.If you want to find someone, you have to start from the very beginning.It’s always true that no one thinks those people are bad talkers.
After saying that, before the other party said anything more disgusting, I immediately changed the subject: "Were you here to test the wand that time? If he is here too, doesn't he have no interview to do?"
In the end, it turned out that Huangtian was the one who took the trouble, and while I was drawing circles and cursing him day and night, the man Rita Skeeter finally knew who he had offended, and was punished.
With that said, Dumbledore spoke to Fleur who was closest to me and at hand.
As she said that, Mrs. Mark Yanghao couldn't help but look at Furong's face, and then touched the wrinkles under her face.
"Well..." I said.
Of course Tarski was excited.I will be considered the first writer of the Daily Prophet in the future, but I did not expect that Rita Skeeter would come in and quickly give me the first writer position by relying on the breaking news brought by her exclusive information. Robbed.That made Tarski angry and helpless.
Harry said a little apologetically.Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "That's too polite, Harry. That's just your job."
Harry's voice sounded hot, causing Tarski to tremble violently as he was concentrating.
"Of course! That time I was going to give an interview to their seven warriors. I really didn't expect that there would be a seventh contestant in the Eight Witches Tournament."
Of course, I knew that what I missed was an absolute headline.
Sim couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief as he listened to the conversation between Harry and Tarski.In my opinion, the questions asked by Tarski were all ones that I could accept and answer nervously.
then……
I am also very helpless, what can I do?Those things behind my eyes were all done by me.I am like a big ship being swept away in the whirlpool.I can only be pulled back into the abyss, without any ability to resist. Even now, I still know who is behind the scenes.
Professor McGonagall asked without understanding. It was unusual for people at the Daily Prophet to try to spite Harry.But even that kind of performance is too flattering.And there is no formality at all. Gratitude and other things are all sincere.That makes people confused for a while.
What is left unsaid is often not the secret.Tarski regretted having one more piece of news today.
Dumbledore had no reaction.I am an old man.And I have seen very few beautiful men.Furong still makes me embarrassed.
"Mr. Gunter, you want to interview me first, can't you?"
"Mr. Olivan, it's his turn."
As soon as Fleur finished, she didn't care about the old man.As a result, seeing how polite Harry was to the old man, he subconsciously restrained his arrogance and handed the wand in his hand to Dumbled.
But did I notice that Fleur and Olivan on the other side were looking at Jenkins with eyes that were not quite right yet.
Yang Hao smiled and took out his wand from his wand holder.
Tarski immediately turned back: "Mr. Gunter, do you have any instructions?"
"Mr. Potter, can he tell you what he feels?"
Madame Maxime has the absolute right to say this.You know, the Beauxbatons school directors are all of low-ranking positions, not of low moral character and high prestige.In short, it is difficult to meet everyone, and it is even more difficult to say something.
"That's wrong," I said emphatically, "four and a half inches... very weak... made of maple... covered on the outside... oh, my God..."
Sim took a deep breath and looked at Jenkins, as if expecting what kind of questions I might ask.
"Ah, yes," Mr. Yang Haojude said, a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. You remember clearly."
"There's not a Veela hair in my mouth," Fleur said. "It's your grandma's hair."
Yang Hao was no longer confused.
Although Harry said that, Yang Haojude didn't mean to offend Harry because of that.
"Is that someone from the Daily Prophet? Why are you so cold-hearted to Yang Hao?"
"Yang Haoju."
After a while, the two people who were laughing and interviewing began to have a pleasant conversation.
