Chapter 808:
"Because there is such a thing on Astor Peak..." Sarah said, and she tapped her finger out of thin air, and a creature made up of blue lines appeared in front of Zhou Ye...
Zhou Ye looked at the creature in front of him that looked a bit human-shaped, but there were two pairs of transparent wings behind him, and asked suspiciously, "This is? Stormom??"
"Yes, it's this kind of gadget..." Sarah is not at all surprised by her boyfriend's erudition. She has seen too much in the days when she got along...
"I don't remember that the gathering place of these little things is not in the Alps?" Zhou Ye couldn't help but smile bitterly after saying this: "Forget it, I forgot that the Pyrenees are the main trunk of the Alps. The extended part... Strictly speaking, this can also be called the Alps..."
"That's right... darling!" Sarah said with a smile.
Although this little thing called Stormom looks like a humanoid, but they are very small, and their height is probably less than one meter. They are divided into elves class by magical creature researchers. The reason is that they Has simple wisdom, and is naturally very sensitive to storm elements...
They especially like to root their lair on high and steep cliffs, their flight speed is amazing, and they like to live in groups, in the sky, they have few rivals...
They can hover in the air like a helicopter, or they can fly upside down in the air like a hummingbird... In short, although this little guy is small, it is not easy to deal with...
"What a pity..." Zhou Ye looked at the pattern in the air and sighed with some melancholy.
"It's nothing...Honey, we can definitely win!" Sarah thought that her man was a pity that this game was too difficult, but, in fact, Zhou Ye was just a pity that this little thing was too ugly, otherwise... ...you can catch a few and keep them as pets.
However, of course Zhou Ye wouldn't explain those things to Sarah. He just pushed others to the point, and turned his head, but unfortunately the storm elf looks so ugly... This—that's not what the **** do... Zhou Ye is not stupid. . "Well, I believe we can definitely win!"
Chapter 1146
Just as the Beauxbatons College Triwizard Tournament in France is in full swing, in a three-story Victorian-style old building in an unremarkable old-fashioned building in the East End of London, England, there are strange guys from time to time. In and out...
Say these guys are weird from time to time because of how they look, they don't actually look any different from most Brits, say they're weird because of what they dress, or how they act...
Some of them wore shabby suits that looked like beggars, while others wore black cape dresses that were more popular in the last century, as if Sherlock Holmes's contemporaries had crossed over...
And the strangest thing is that the pedestrians walking on the street turn a blind eye to these guys. Logically speaking, such a strange guy walking on the street will definitely attract everyone's attention. Will be curious to take a second look...
But the attitude of those passersby to these weirdos turned a blind eye...
However, this is actually not surprising, because this is the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, and all the people entering and leaving here are the reporters of the Daily Prophet, or the wizards who came here to break the news...
There are hundreds of ways for these wizards to turn a blind eye to the muggles, so it's not surprising that this happens...
On the second floor of the Daily Prophet's headquarters—
This is a layout like the Muggle World newspaper, with wooden partitions - the editors of the newspaper who are lying on the table and writing hard...
It doesn't look any different from the Muggle world, of course, if you can ignore the manuscript papers flying around...
Just when the editors of the Daily Prophet were working hard, a girl with curly blond hair wearing high heels, wearing a work uniform no different from a Muggle office woman, carrying her handbag, rushed into the writing. In the office with the [Chief Editor's Office] nameplate.
"Greg... guess what I heard??" As soon as the girl rushed into the editor-in-chief's room, she shouted to the editor-in-chief: "The Ministry of Magic is actually organizing the Triwizard Tournament, and they didn't inform us... God, this is just a conspiracy... I ask to go to Beauxbatons in France now, I ask the newspaper to give me permission to interview..."
"Skeet, don't get excited..." The editor-in-chief, who was lying on the table and writing hard, reluctantly put down the quill in his hand. said: "The Ministry of Magic informed me about that, but because of certain things, the interview was forbidden..."
"Why? Why is the interview banned??" Rita Skeeter heard the editor-in-chief's words and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Is there a shady story in this Triwizard Tournament? Are they planning to give this honor privately? To a certain academy?? No, I have to go and have a look... I want to expose their shady secrets!"
"Don't make trouble, Skeeter..." After the editor-in-chief sighed, he was about to speak... He suddenly stopped, because he was actually dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's notification... The three majors that have been suspended for centuries The hegemony competition has started again, but the Daily Prophet is not allowed to report? ? How could he possibly be satisfied?
Maybe Rita here is an opportunity? If something really happens, just throw this little reporter out and take the blame...
Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief said: "I also think there is a shady scene here, but due to the Ministry of Magic's notification, it is impossible for me to apply through your interview... However, I can reimburse you for everything that happened in France. cost……"
"Don't pass my interview application??" Rita couldn't help blinking her eyes, her large eyes under the flat mirror were full of doubts...
If you don't pass the application, but reimburse yourself for the interview fee? Are you using yourself as a gunner? ? But forget it, anyway, all she wants is to be famous, to become a famous reporter... If she is used as a gunman, she can be a gunman, and she can take what she needs...
Thinking of this, Rita nodded, and then said, "Okay, I'll go home and prepare now. I'm going to be stationed at Beauxbaton College in France, and I'll be broadcasting this Triwizard Tournament throughout... This is a few days off. A race of the century..."
Rita Skeeter said, rushing towards the door...
"It's a newcomer in the end, I don't know how high the sky is!" The editor-in-chief looked at the room that was vacated again in a blink of an eye, gave a helpless smile, picked up the quill, and continued his work...
Rita Skeeter obviously doesn't know about the editor-in-chief's evaluation of herself, but - it is estimated that even if she knows, she will only sneer, wanting to be famous, wanting to rise to the top... How can I not take some risks?
Others only saw the danger of this interview, but they did not see the rich prestige brought by this interview...
After centuries...
The campus competition held again...
The competition of the three major magic schools in Europe...
And - the only reporter covering the whole thing...
This will make her, a newcomer, from an unknown reporter to a well-known reporter who is well-known in the magic world...
Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter's footsteps were a little more brisk...
As for that, interviews might be rejected? Rita Skeeter hadn't thought about it at all... She's never been a regular person, and it takes some small means to achieve an end... She thinks it's always necessary.
As an unregistered Animagus, Rita Skeeter is confident enough to complete this interview assignment...
Full of confidence, Rita Skeeter simply returned to her rental place at a trot speed. After simply packing up some luggage, she rushed out of her house with her luggage...
She has to take a taxi to London Airport first, and then take the latest flight to Montpellier in southern France...Direct flight to southern France...
There may be wizards who don't bother to ride in Muggle vehicles...but it's definitely not Rita Skeeter. You know... she doesn't have a license for Transfiguration, and, if you use the door key, it's another spell, and you have to register... a lot of trouble, and when all this is done properly, it is estimated that the Triwizard Tournament will be over. .
The most important thing about news is timeliness, so those methods are not fast enough for Rita.
Rita felt that, in a sense, Muggles, at least in transportation, had evolved far beyond wizards who used magic...
She really didn't understand why those guys looked down on Muggles... an inexplicable superiority.
Chapter 1147
"May I sit here??" A tall French man looked at Rita with a charming smile, but in fact, Rita felt that this guy must have a plan...
But as a beauty, Rita Skeeter is basically used to this level of harassment. She just glanced at the number plate on the plane seat and said, "If your ticket allows you to sit here..."
"That's such a coincidence! The number on my ticket just allows me to sit here!" The French man smiled smugly, then flashed his boarding pass, and sat down unceremoniously...
"Hello, my name is Ben Bruno, you can call me Bruno, of course Ben!" This guy was obviously going for the pickup, and as soon as he sat down, he started chattering...
But Rita was obviously not interested in this familiar guy. She stared at the porthole of the plane, anxiously waiting for the plane to take off... For Rita, time is news...
Perhaps because he couldn't get a response, this chatty French man finally closed his eyes... Until the plane took off, he stopped talking...
And Rita is even more happy and quiet, and doesn't want to pay attention to this chatter...
Muggle transportation is just that bad, there are guys everywhere who think they're a heartthrob, it's disgusting...
After nearly four hours of sailing, the plane was about to arrive at Montpellier Mediterranean Airport, and the guy named Ben Bruno who was sitting next to Rita also woke up with the upcoming landing reminder in the cabin...
