Chapter 195: Interview

A French class ended. Besides confirming that his French level was in the fifth grade, Harry only learned one new word, which was Barty Jr.'s favorite catchphrase "Allons-y." And Zhang Qiu and Ron, as expected, were suggested to start learning French from the first grade.

In the evening, Hermione told them that the combination name for Elena and Fleur was determined as "Eid Von Judas." Although Harry didn't quite understand what it meant, it was indeed a name that would make people feel very powerful. And the combination name for Renata and Krum was determined as "Soviet March," brightly displaying their composition.

Harry went to verify it. Although Bulgaria did not belong to the Soviet Union, it was also a socialist country. In this way, it was not strange that Krum was willing to use this name.

After everything was settled, Harry was able to calm down and enjoy the weekend at Beauxbatons. The library here was also sunny, the lawn was very soft, and the new friend Donna, although always complaining about others without mercy, was also a kind person. Most importantly, she was very erudite and talkative, which made Harry feel very interesting.

By the second week, Harry was very happy to sit in Clara's classroom on Monday, and was slightly disappointed to find that what she taught was the physics and chemistry he had learned when he was young. Then, he learned that the professor of the French class was not Barty Crouch Jr., but his black female teaching assistant, whose name was Martha Jones, which made Harry feel that the attraction of the French class had suddenly decreased a lot.

However, the dull days didn't last for a few days, and another thing quickly found Harry: he was notified to go for photos, interviews, and pre-competition checks.

Beauxbatons had built a huge tent for the champions to deal with these things. When Harry walked into the tent, he found that there were three sofas placed opposite each other inside, covered with velvet blankets of different colors. He and Cedric naturally sat on that warm orange sofa, which happened to be the combination of their house colors; it was hard to say it wasn't prepared for them.

After sitting down, Harry noticed that Renata and Krum were sitting on a gray-brown sofa, inevitably having some physical contact, and Krum looked a bit nervous and restrained. On the contrary, Renata was holding Krum's hand very naturally, whispering something.

He also noticed that the judging panel for this competition was sitting behind a long table not far away. Prince Mountbatten, who was in a high position, sat in the middle, and the headmasters of various schools were distributed on both sides of him. A blonde woman with an indifferent expression was adjusting the camera. They were chatting while waiting for the arrival of the last two champions.

Finally, Fleur and Elena, the two girls with the same amazing beauty and bright silver hair, walked into the tent together and sat on the remaining light blue sofa. They leaned closely together, like best friends who had endless things to talk about.

"It seems that everyone is here," Madam Maxime said. "Let's take a few group photos first, and then you need to go upstairs one by one to check your wands."

"Right, check if the wand is fully functional and performing well, because this will be your most important equipment," Deng Buliduo echoed.

"And, one or two reporters will come over for an interview later," Madam Maxime said in a playful tone.

After that camera flashed a few times, Krum was notified to go upstairs first for wand inspection. Afterward, three reporters walked into the tent. Harry tried his best to keep from making a sound, because he recognized at a glance that the strong man walking in the back left was the Soviet agent he had seen in Voldemort's vision, Bondarev.

A fat man wearing glasses began to chat with Fleur and the others, but Elena seemed a bit unwilling. She said "I won't say a word until my agent comes" in English several times.

Just when Harry was watching the fun happily, he suddenly found his arm grabbed by a powerful hand. It was a witch wearing a magenta robe. The exquisite golden curly hair and the chin-heavy face together gave Harry an indescribable sense of disgust. The fat fingers were holding a crocodile skin handbag on one side, and tightly pinching Harry's arm on the other. The red fingernails, nearly two inches long, were almost embedded in his flesh.

"I need to interview the two champions of Hogwarts, especially the youngest champion we have here," she said in an artificial tone. "You wouldn't refuse, would you?"

"I think, letting Harry accept the interview is enough," Cedric patted Harry, who had already been grabbed, with lingering fear, and showed a lucky look. "Interview him, I might go up soon."

"Of course, I don't mind at all," Rita dragged Harry, dragged him into a room on the side, then pressed Harry into a chair, and sat opposite herself.

"Come on, dear, I mainly want to interview you, this is right," she said. "Oh, forgot to introduce myself, I am Rita Skeeter, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet."

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter," Harry replied politely.

"Call me Rita," Rita said. "By the way, Harry, you don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill to record, right?"

Saying that, she took out a green quill, sucked it in her mouth, and then let it stand on a stack of parchment.

Harry blinked. Although no one was talking, the quill was writing by itself there.

"... this famous interview started quietly in a quiet and leisurely atmosphere. Perhaps whether it is the charming blonde Rita Skeeter or the young and promising savior Harry Potter, it is hard to imagine what kind of amazing repercussions this conversation will cause in the future..."

"Is it always so... good at rhetoric?" Harry asked with a strange expression.

"Don't worry about that pen, Harry," Rita Skeeter said indifferently. "Rest assured, I will modify the manuscript when I go back. Now let's start the first question: What prompted you to decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry hesitated, and the quill immediately danced rustlingly.

"In front of this seemingly simple question, Harry Potter hesitated. He didn't know whether to answer the eternal topics of courage and honor like an ordinary child who didn't know the world, or to open his heart in front of the beautiful reporter and show the world the grand plan in his chest."

"You can say it, it doesn't matter," Rita induced. "Some things need to be known to the world."

Harry took a deep breath. If this reporter insisted on getting to the bottom of it, perhaps he should indeed use her to further convey the provocation to Voldemort.

"Then I'll tell the truth," Harry weighed his tone. "This is because I need a stage to show my ability, win fame, so that I can unite enough wizards in the future to continue fighting against the mysterious person."

"When you say this, you have actually defaulted that you have the ability," under Rita's reminder, the words flowing from the nib became more and more exaggerated.

"A young but powerful wizard, he knows the mission he shoulders. In the current situation where Deng Buliduo is setting, Harry Potter had to choose to stand out in advance, issuing a strong youth voice for all wizards who yearn for freedom and peace, using his innate powerful magic to call on people to devote themselves to the cause of resisting the mysterious person."

"Although there are some discrepancies, I do think about it almost like this," Harry scratched his head. "Privately, I actually quite hope that the mysterious person can see these words."

"Why would you think so?" Rita said. "Including your decision to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, you certainly know that the mysterious person will also pay attention to this competition, right?"

Of course it was to trick him into making a move. The more he made Voldemort feel threatened, the more favorable it was for the plan. But Harry couldn't say it directly, he just said dryly: "Because I feel that this is a matter between the two of us, I don't want him to put his attention on other places."

"You know, he attacked Azkaban last year, and many Aurors died. To tell you the truth, I think they should be innocent," as he spoke, Harry gradually entered the state, so he continued to add, "In contrast, I hope he can directly come to duel with me. I can tell you privately that what happened more than ten years ago was not a coincidence. My parents have found the mysterious person's fatal weakness. He should be afraid of this, so he has been delaying coming to find me."

"Well said, a hero will not be indifferent when innocent lives are threatened," Rita reminded again, and the quill moved fast, and Harry even saw the afterimage.

"Back to the present, how do you feel about the current competition projects?" Rita continued to ask. "Is it nervous, or excited?"

"I feel, confident," Harry also gradually entered the state. "This is an Eastern proverb, just like Michelangelo said he saw the form that already existed in the marble. My meaning is, I have full confidence in my level, and I have already thought of a perfect plan for the competition project, so I have no feeling at all, just waiting calmly for the arrival of the competition."

"You speak with a high level, but this also means that in fact, compared to the competition, what you care more about is the attitude conveyed to the world through the competition, right?" Rita asked.

"That's right."

"Then in this matter, did you get Deng Buliduo's instruction?" Rita asked sharply.

"Formally speaking, I must deny this," Deng Buliduo suddenly pushed the door open, and the conversation had to come to an abrupt end. ===== CHAPTER 196 =====