Chapter 566 Veela's Lineage

"Of course my sister would!" Gabriel said excitedly. Teana "Novel" ⒉

"Okay, I accept your exclusive interview, we can go out and talk, that woman makes me feel very uncomfortable." Furong nodded.

Alvin, Fleur, Colin, and Gabriel left the classroom, ignoring Rita Skeeter behind them.

They didn't go far, but came to the Muggle Studies classroom around the corner.

This classroom is much larger than the classroom just now, but it is also very deserted, and there is no one in it.

In the classroom, all the desks and chairs are arranged exactly the same as in the Muggle school, all of which are unique.

Not even a mural can be seen on the wall, but there are many colorful pictures introducing Muggle characters and landscapes.

At the back of the classroom is a huge bookshelf, densely filled with various books of Muggles.

Ivan knew that there was actually a secret passage behind this bookshelf, which could lead to the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor.

The way to enter the secret passage is to put several gilded books with big letters together in alphabetical order of "prefect".

The classroom is perfect for interviews, and usually nobody comes in except for class.

Although Aiwen was already very familiar with Fleur and Gabriel, he asked a lot of detailed questions according to his previous outline.

Colin is responsible for taking photos of Fleur, and they need special close-up photos of the warriors to be published in the newspaper.

I have to say that as long as Furong is willing, she and everyone can get along very happily.

Probably because everyone is familiar with each other, she didn't mention Hogwarts's cold and dark decoration, over-smelling food and other disappointing topics, but cooperated very well, and had a few conversations with Ivan and Colin from time to time. joke.

About ten minutes later, the door of the classroom was opened, and Dumbledore stood outside the door.

"Obviously you are here, I have to disturb the four of you, the wand detection ceremony is about to begin, Miss Dracole must go!" Dumbledore said gently.

"No problem, Professor, we're done here too!"

Several people filed out, Ivan packed up his things, and Gabriel walked at the end.

"My sister just told me that you are the first to inquire about a girl's information in this way!" Gabriel suddenly whispered, she looked at Ivan with a smile, her eyes bent into a cute crescent, "She Make me watch out for you!"

Aiwen was speechless. It turned out that the two sisters had just talked about this in French.

Also, what does it mean to be vigilant? !

Although the questions he asked were more detailed, they were all needed for reporting.

Dumbledore did not go directly back to the small classroom just now, but stopped in front of a broom closet.

Just when everyone was wondering what he was going to do, Dumbledore opened the door and walked in.

Rita Skeeter and Harry were inside, and Harry looked a little emotional.

It seems that during the time Ivan and the others left, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came over.

Unsurprisingly, Rita Skeeter once again interviewed Harry, even though he wasn't a warrior.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter exclaimed, beaming.

She stuffed the quill and parchment into her crocodile handbag as fast as she could, and fastened the buckle.

"How are you?" she said, walking out of the broom, and stretched out a big manly hand to Dumbledore, "I wonder if you read my summer article on the International Federation of Wizards Conference?"

"Brilliant!" said Dumbledore, his eyes glowing. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a petrified old madman."

Rita Skeeter showed no sign of shyness, and continued, "I just want to say that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, many wizards out there..."

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita!" said Dumbledore, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later. The wand-testing ceremony is about to begin, and I don't think you should miss it."

The group returned to the room. Except for Fleur, the other warriors were already seated. Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman were also sitting in their chairs.

Ivan, Harry, Colin, and Gabriel sat down beside Hermione, and Rita Skeeter sat in another corner.

She took the roll of parchment from her purse, laid it on her lap, smacked the tip of her quill, and set the pen upright on the parchment again.

"What were you guys doing just now?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Colin and I went to conduct an exclusive interview with Fleur, and Harry should have been called by Rita Skeeter for an interview," Ivan said.

"Don't mention it, that woman is terrible, you didn't see, what is she writing!" Harry sighed, looking a little excited, "Want to hear my opinion on the Tournament, but she didn't Don't write as I tell you."

"You should have known, she likes to spread rumors." Hermione said sharply, also taking out her quill, "Remember the report on the Quidditch World Cup, the one about Mr. Weasley, what ever Rumors of piles of dead bodies in the ruins..."

Hearing her reminder, Harry also thought of it.

If I had known earlier, he should have rejected the other party's interview request just now.

Ivan looked at Rita Skeeter, this guy can really add to the chaos, and it must be resolved as soon as possible.

As if sensing Ivan's gaze, Rita Skeeter raised her head and gave him an ugly smile.

The green quill kept writing, and no one in the classroom spoke yet.

"Warriors, please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander to you." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to the four warriors, "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match. "

Only then did Ivan see an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes standing quietly by the window.

It was Mr. Ollivander, and he looked as peculiar as ever.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the room.

Fleur nodded, walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander, and handed him her wand.

Ollivander twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks.

Then, he brought his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

"Nice!" he said softly. "Nine inches, very strong, made of maple, with... oh, my God!"

"It contains a veela's head," Furong said, "it's my grandma's head."

Hearing what she said, Hermione hurriedly recorded it.

Although Aiwen has said before that Fleur and Gabriel both have a quarter of Veela blood, but this is far less shocking than I admit.

Especially Ron, his eyes stared straight at Fleur again, seeming to be attracted by her.

In Aiwen's view, apart from being a warrior, Fleur's trip to Hogwarts was probably the only thing she was satisfied with that attracted the attention of a large number of boys and fell in love with her appearance.

This is the Veela bloodline, and it is natural for men to fall in love with their magical bloodline. (To be continued.)