Chapter 331 Interview and Production
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Harry was very depressed and wanted to come to Hogsmeade to relax.
But here he saw Qiu Zhang and Cedric drinking tea sweetly in the teahouse. Harry had never seen such a coquettish and joking look.
He knew that there was no hope for him, and he was dragged to the tavern by Hermione as soon as he was relieved.
Here he saw Hagrid, with fresh gashes on his face, drinking as glumly as Harry.
"Uh, Hagrid, how are you?" Harry looked at the bruised face.
"Me?" said Hagrid. "I'm fine, Harry, Hermione, I'm fine."
When he said this, Hagrid's eyes were still fixed on the wine glass. He was not as good as he said.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
After a moment of silence, Hagrid said suddenly, "We're pretty much the same, aren't we, Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.
"Well... as I said before... they are all outsiders," Hagrid nodded self-consciously, "some are orphans, um, they are all orphans."
He took a swig of his wine.
"It's very different to have a good family." He should have encountered something. "My father is good, and your parents are good. If they were alive, life would be different, wouldn't it?"
Hagrid wanted an answer, and Hermione was keenly aware of Hagrid's depression.
"Maybe." Harry also found out, so he answered very cautiously.
"Family," said Hagrid darkly, "blood is important, no matter what you say."
At this moment, Hagrid seemed to be depressed, and wiped away a drop of blood from his eyes.
Hermione couldn't sit still anymore, and she asked sharply, "Hagrid, where did you get these injuries?"
"What injury?" Hagrid tried to play confused.
But Hermione wasn't Ron, she pointed at that face, "Both of them!"
"General bumps and bumps," Hagrid tried to cover up, "I do rough work."
He didn't want to be questioned any more, so he put down his glass and was about to leave.
"Hey hey, look who this is?"
Malfoy walked in, taking steps that no one knew.
Staring at Harry, he sneered, "Potter, where's your little follower, Weasley?"
"Malfoy, I'm in a bad mood today." Harry stood up and stared at Malfoy.
Neither of them would let the other go, and Hagrid was delayed to stay.
"You are Harry Potter?"
A surprised voice sounded, and the white-haired man looked at Harry's forehead and yelled.
Harry turned his head and saw the man get up and walk over to shake Harry's hand.
"Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of The Quibbler, nice to meet you."
Only then did Hermione realize that this was her target person this time.
"A quiver? That funny magazine?" Malfoy shook his head and sneered, "Potter, are you going to be a funny star?"
"I'm not..." Harry was about to retort, but Hermione gave him a tug.
Hermione looked at Mr. Lovegood, "Hi, Mr. Lovegood, I'm Hermione Granger."
"I know you, my daughter's friend, Miss Granger, I'm here for an appointment." Mr. Lovegood was invited by Hermione.
This seemed to be solid evidence that Harry was about to become a funny star in a funny magazine, which made Harry's face pale.
"Funny star Harry Potter," Malfoy laughed.
Harry said irritably, "I'm not, Malfoy!"
No one can underestimate Malfoy's attack power.
Hermione was so annoyed that Hagrid growled, "Enough."
Hagrid's height was full of intimidation, and Malfoy took half a step back.
Hit someone in the back.
Hagrid, who was still aggressive at first, immediately turned his head away when he saw the person behind Malfoy, wanting to leave quickly.
John took a deep breath, the veins throbbing in his forehead, "Hagrid."
"John, John." Hagrid was very embarrassed.
Seeing Hagrid's face that began to change after he recovered from the treatment, John felt that he had to go to the Forbidden Forest to see what Hagrid kept in it.
"I bought some healing medicine for you," John said blankly, "and put it in the cabinet next to the armor."
"Oh, okay, I see." Hagrid walked out of the tavern immediately like a student who was caught out of class to play.
With such a distressed appearance, those who didn't know it thought that there was a fire dragon burning his ass from behind.
Turning around and seeing Hermione, John greeted her, "Hermione, who are you?"
"Hi John."
An ethereal singing voice sounded, and Luna seemed to be delayed for a while.
She tilted her head, revealing a feeling of daze.
"Luna," John looked at Luna, then at Hermione, and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
Hermione nodded, John waved his hand and said, "Then let's go first."
With a nod to Mr. Lovegood, John and Malfoy left the tavern.
"Goodbye, John." Luna waved her little hand, and the horned snoring beast that was too big in her pocket also popped out.
Mr. Lovegood said in surprise: "He is John Wick? He is really young."
"John is a very nice guy," Luna said to her father.
Still confused, Harry asked, "What the hell is going on now?"
They sat down, and Hermione said seriously to Harry, "Mr. Lovegood is here to help us and let everyone know the truth."
"What truth?" Harry was still a little unclear.
Luna said in a daze, "That person is back."
"The Ministry of Magic has never mentioned this matter," said Hermione.
Harry understood that this was to expose himself to this matter, just like Dumbledore did.
The Ministry of Magic didn't say anything, Dumbledore could only announce it alone, and after the scar hurt last time, Harry became more and more disturbed.
Hermione is for Harry, to alert people to Voldemort's return.
Mr. Lovegood is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, which, though not as influential as the Daily Prophet, has considerable influence.
If Harry wants to support Dumbledore, this is undoubtedly the best choice.
...
The trip to Hogsmeade is over.
John was back at the castle, and Malfoy was still laughing at Harry for being a comedian.
When Daphne came back, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Daphne: Rob my sister and take John away!
The follow-up was quite miserable. Malfoy was hung upside down with a fuchsia for more than an hour.
The more Astoria couldn't bear it, the more ruthless Daphne was.
John shook his head, this is called the impermanence of life.
Malfoy's face was red, bloodshot, and dizzy when he was put down.
By night.
In the Star Club, John cast his eyes on the still boiling metallic liquid.
He took a box from a drawer, opened it, and took out its contents.
As he put things into the crucible, the original metallic liquid quickly disappeared.
It's like something has eaten up the liquid.
He slit his wrist and blood flowed into it.
A large puff of white smoke floated out from inside, filling the entire Qunxing Club in an instant.
After a few seconds, the white smoke froze, as if the pause button had been pressed.
The white smoke began to reverse, re-drilling into the pot of metallic liquid.
As the metallic color turned red, John stopped bleeding.
He turned pale and walked out of the armory.
After bleeding too much, he stepped into the air, hit his head on the steps, and it took him a while to get up again.
He went to the cabinet of the Qunxing Club and took out a bottle of Qunxing, and he took two sips to get better.
The wound on the wrist began to heal under the magic, leaving a white mark there.
He took another sip of wine into his mouth, and the magic power replenished into his body, which finally made his face less scary.
Walking to the round table and sitting down, he looked up at the dome.
The starry dome shone with many stars.
very beautiful.
His body is relaxed, leaning against the back of the chair, his left hand hangs loosely.
A golden chain hangs on the wrist, and a small and delicate hourglass is dragged underneath.
Staring at the starry sky for a while, John rubbed his eyebrows.
The badge trembled slightly, and he tapped his fingers, and he saw the pop-up message.
His lips opened and closed slightly, and an undetectable voice sounded in the Star Club.
"almost."
He fell asleep in the Star Club.
When he woke up the next day, an owl flew into the auditorium and landed in front of Malfoy.
He happily took down something that Malfoy would not have subscribed to before.
John glanced. It was The Quibbler.
Malfoy said, "I'm going to see if Potter is really going to be a comedian."
Rubbing his hands together, he opened The Quibbler.
"Harry Potter tells the truth: I saw You-Know-Who come back to life that night."
When Malfoy saw the title, Gryffindor also received letters from several owls.
...
But here he saw Qiu Zhang and Cedric drinking tea sweetly in the teahouse. Harry had never seen such a coquettish and joking look.
He knew that there was no hope for him, and he was dragged to the tavern by Hermione as soon as he was relieved.
Here he saw Hagrid, with fresh gashes on his face, drinking as glumly as Harry.
"Uh, Hagrid, how are you?" Harry looked at the bruised face.
"Me?" said Hagrid. "I'm fine, Harry, Hermione, I'm fine."
When he said this, Hagrid's eyes were still fixed on the wine glass. He was not as good as he said.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
After a moment of silence, Hagrid said suddenly, "We're pretty much the same, aren't we, Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.
"Well... as I said before... they are all outsiders," Hagrid nodded self-consciously, "some are orphans, um, they are all orphans."
He took a swig of his wine.
"It's very different to have a good family." He should have encountered something. "My father is good, and your parents are good. If they were alive, life would be different, wouldn't it?"
Hagrid wanted an answer, and Hermione was keenly aware of Hagrid's depression.
"Maybe." Harry also found out, so he answered very cautiously.
"Family," said Hagrid darkly, "blood is important, no matter what you say."
At this moment, Hagrid seemed to be depressed, and wiped away a drop of blood from his eyes.
Hermione couldn't sit still anymore, and she asked sharply, "Hagrid, where did you get these injuries?"
"What injury?" Hagrid tried to play confused.
But Hermione wasn't Ron, she pointed at that face, "Both of them!"
"General bumps and bumps," Hagrid tried to cover up, "I do rough work."
He didn't want to be questioned any more, so he put down his glass and was about to leave.
"Hey hey, look who this is?"
Malfoy walked in, taking steps that no one knew.
Staring at Harry, he sneered, "Potter, where's your little follower, Weasley?"
"Malfoy, I'm in a bad mood today." Harry stood up and stared at Malfoy.
Neither of them would let the other go, and Hagrid was delayed to stay.
"You are Harry Potter?"
A surprised voice sounded, and the white-haired man looked at Harry's forehead and yelled.
Harry turned his head and saw the man get up and walk over to shake Harry's hand.
"Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of The Quibbler, nice to meet you."
Only then did Hermione realize that this was her target person this time.
"A quiver? That funny magazine?" Malfoy shook his head and sneered, "Potter, are you going to be a funny star?"
"I'm not..." Harry was about to retort, but Hermione gave him a tug.
Hermione looked at Mr. Lovegood, "Hi, Mr. Lovegood, I'm Hermione Granger."
"I know you, my daughter's friend, Miss Granger, I'm here for an appointment." Mr. Lovegood was invited by Hermione.
This seemed to be solid evidence that Harry was about to become a funny star in a funny magazine, which made Harry's face pale.
"Funny star Harry Potter," Malfoy laughed.
Harry said irritably, "I'm not, Malfoy!"
No one can underestimate Malfoy's attack power.
Hermione was so annoyed that Hagrid growled, "Enough."
Hagrid's height was full of intimidation, and Malfoy took half a step back.
Hit someone in the back.
Hagrid, who was still aggressive at first, immediately turned his head away when he saw the person behind Malfoy, wanting to leave quickly.
John took a deep breath, the veins throbbing in his forehead, "Hagrid."
"John, John." Hagrid was very embarrassed.
Seeing Hagrid's face that began to change after he recovered from the treatment, John felt that he had to go to the Forbidden Forest to see what Hagrid kept in it.
"I bought some healing medicine for you," John said blankly, "and put it in the cabinet next to the armor."
"Oh, okay, I see." Hagrid walked out of the tavern immediately like a student who was caught out of class to play.
With such a distressed appearance, those who didn't know it thought that there was a fire dragon burning his ass from behind.
Turning around and seeing Hermione, John greeted her, "Hermione, who are you?"
"Hi John."
An ethereal singing voice sounded, and Luna seemed to be delayed for a while.
She tilted her head, revealing a feeling of daze.
"Luna," John looked at Luna, then at Hermione, and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
Hermione nodded, John waved his hand and said, "Then let's go first."
With a nod to Mr. Lovegood, John and Malfoy left the tavern.
"Goodbye, John." Luna waved her little hand, and the horned snoring beast that was too big in her pocket also popped out.
Mr. Lovegood said in surprise: "He is John Wick? He is really young."
"John is a very nice guy," Luna said to her father.
Still confused, Harry asked, "What the hell is going on now?"
They sat down, and Hermione said seriously to Harry, "Mr. Lovegood is here to help us and let everyone know the truth."
"What truth?" Harry was still a little unclear.
Luna said in a daze, "That person is back."
"The Ministry of Magic has never mentioned this matter," said Hermione.
Harry understood that this was to expose himself to this matter, just like Dumbledore did.
The Ministry of Magic didn't say anything, Dumbledore could only announce it alone, and after the scar hurt last time, Harry became more and more disturbed.
Hermione is for Harry, to alert people to Voldemort's return.
Mr. Lovegood is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, which, though not as influential as the Daily Prophet, has considerable influence.
If Harry wants to support Dumbledore, this is undoubtedly the best choice.
...
The trip to Hogsmeade is over.
John was back at the castle, and Malfoy was still laughing at Harry for being a comedian.
When Daphne came back, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Daphne: Rob my sister and take John away!
The follow-up was quite miserable. Malfoy was hung upside down with a fuchsia for more than an hour.
The more Astoria couldn't bear it, the more ruthless Daphne was.
John shook his head, this is called the impermanence of life.
Malfoy's face was red, bloodshot, and dizzy when he was put down.
By night.
In the Star Club, John cast his eyes on the still boiling metallic liquid.
He took a box from a drawer, opened it, and took out its contents.
As he put things into the crucible, the original metallic liquid quickly disappeared.
It's like something has eaten up the liquid.
He slit his wrist and blood flowed into it.
A large puff of white smoke floated out from inside, filling the entire Qunxing Club in an instant.
After a few seconds, the white smoke froze, as if the pause button had been pressed.
The white smoke began to reverse, re-drilling into the pot of metallic liquid.
As the metallic color turned red, John stopped bleeding.
He turned pale and walked out of the armory.
After bleeding too much, he stepped into the air, hit his head on the steps, and it took him a while to get up again.
He went to the cabinet of the Qunxing Club and took out a bottle of Qunxing, and he took two sips to get better.
The wound on the wrist began to heal under the magic, leaving a white mark there.
He took another sip of wine into his mouth, and the magic power replenished into his body, which finally made his face less scary.
Walking to the round table and sitting down, he looked up at the dome.
The starry dome shone with many stars.
very beautiful.
His body is relaxed, leaning against the back of the chair, his left hand hangs loosely.
A golden chain hangs on the wrist, and a small and delicate hourglass is dragged underneath.
Staring at the starry sky for a while, John rubbed his eyebrows.
The badge trembled slightly, and he tapped his fingers, and he saw the pop-up message.
His lips opened and closed slightly, and an undetectable voice sounded in the Star Club.
"almost."
He fell asleep in the Star Club.
When he woke up the next day, an owl flew into the auditorium and landed in front of Malfoy.
He happily took down something that Malfoy would not have subscribed to before.
John glanced. It was The Quibbler.
Malfoy said, "I'm going to see if Potter is really going to be a comedian."
Rubbing his hands together, he opened The Quibbler.
"Harry Potter tells the truth: I saw You-Know-Who come back to life that night."
When Malfoy saw the title, Gryffindor also received letters from several owls.
...
