Chapter 201: Detection wand (on)

This is a small classroom, most of the desks were pushed behind the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there are three desks next to each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desks were five chairs, one of which was Ludo Bagman.
A man with a big belly is holding a smoke camera in his hand, looking at Furong with the corner of his eye.
"What material is your wand? Draco?" Furong probed like he asked an ordinary thing, and the two of them were now close together.
"Miss Dracourt, can I understand what intelligence you are spying on?" Malfoy raised his eyelids somewhat sleepily, making a joke.
"Is there anything that is worth keeping secret? Waiting for it to be made public, don't we come here today to let them check their wands?" Furong said a little eagerly.
"It seems that the relationship between Hogwarts and the two warriors at Booth Barton is very good." There was a round of applause from behind them. Fleur looked back quickly and saw a witch in a magenta robe facing them. The man is smiling.
"A sneeze." Malfoy sneezed at this moment, and Furong suddenly turned around, and the hair with a shampoo flicked across the tip of his nose, making him feel itchy.
"Who are you?" Furong asked.
"Master Malfoy, we'll meet again!" The woman smirked with a smile on her face, and was close to the two at the same time.
"Mr. Lucius will definitely be proud of you." She said flatly, and then she reached out and said to Furong: "Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter, this is a special invitation for the Goblet of Fire. Reporter, The Daily Prophet requires me to write a few small articles for them."
"Vulgar fat powder, vulgar taste." Furong took a step back in disgust, looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him, and even the most basic politeness and the snake's politeness were too lazy to maintain.
Her hair was made into a delicate, stiff, weird, curly hair that matched her big chin face, and it looked particularly awkward. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. The fat fingers gripped the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were two inches long and painted red.
Furong didn't quite feel when she was at the door just now. Now that the woman was approaching, she realized that she suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust in her heart.
"Oh, hehe..." Rita smiled awkwardly at this moment, not sure if she was used to it or some other reason.
"This is the famous Mr. Victor Krum, you are more handsome than the photos. Can I interview you a few small questions?" In order to ease the embarrassment, Rita chose the conversion target, yes The Durmstrang warrior who was silent in the corner.
Krum closed his eyes, as if falling asleep against the corner.
It’s impossible to hate someone, but only one person hates her, but Krum uses a gentle way.
"Harry Potter!" At this time her savior finally arrived. She found an interviewee who should not refuse her. Harry was walking sideways from the door at this time and saw a middle-aged woman excited. Thumped at him.
"This time the people are here, quickly, let's start, the referees can't wait." Ludo Bagman stood up at this time, preparing to lead the Warriors to the next inspection.
"Can we talk to Harry a few words before we start?" she asked Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Harry, "you youngest warrior, you know... in order to add more points to the article Color."
"No problem!" Bagman said loudly. "That's—I wonder if Harry objected?"
"Um—" Harry said.
"Well, that little ghost's head is a little pitiful." Furong showed a rare sympathy at this time. "The smell of the inferior perfume is almost suffocating when I smell it." Then she waved her hand in front of her, as if to drive away the smell.
"The devil's head in your mouth should be of the same grade as me." Malfoy shrugged.
"Of course you are different." Furong looked straight at the boy in front of him, and his heart was a little complicated.
She didn't think she had a day of "great diligence" towards a boy. It has always been the other way around. She is treated by the stars, even the boy is a few years younger than her.
Maybe Malfoy's indifference to her appearance evoked her conquest psychology, or maybe it was the goodwill added by the few hessies he helped before. In short, the situation has developed into this.
In fact, Malfoy was not as calm as she had imagined. These days, getting along with this girl, I don’t know how many times he has made him feel like a horse. The enthusiasm and initiative of Fleur from France made him a little overwhelmed. Needless to say, there are moments of charm bonus from Meiwa's bloodline, which makes him feel very headache.
There is also an age problem. Furong’s age will not make him feel guilty at all~EbookFREE.me~ Furong? "A woman's voice came in from outside the door, and Malfoy saw that Fleur immediately stood up from the chair. He guessed it was Mrs. Maxim's.
Both the principal and the referee should be here.
As expected, after Mrs. Maxim entered the room, several other related personnel were actually hiding behind the shadow behind her.
There is also a new face—an old wizard with a medium build, which is unremarkable in all respects, except that the wise light and self-confidence revealed by those two large, light-colored eyes make people want to be convinced.
People who study the ultimate in a certain field generally have such qualities.
"Allow me to introduce Mr. Olivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee seat and said to several warriors, "He is one of the three largest wand makers in Europe. The wand test is working, and soon, he will check your wand to make sure it is in good condition before the game."
Olivander stood by the window, nodded slightly, and smiled at Malfoy. This was his former customer.
"Oh, we should wait again. There is another warrior who is not present." Dumbledore looked around at this moment and found that there was one less person.
"Potter, he is accepting a short interview with Rita Skeeter." Ludo explained that as he spoke, the door was suddenly opened, and Harry wanted to pull away from the woman behind him like a fugitive. Distance, bumped in.
"Okay, here are the people here, let's get started, okay, Mr. Oliver?" Dumbledore pushed his frame, and then put it down, maintaining his customary fingertip alignment Asked, turning his head.
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