Chapter 34 Interview with Rita Skeeter

The so-called transfer to Durmstrang was just a way for Rolf to tease the former Death Eater, but he didn't expect that Karkaroff didn't even consider it, so he refused.踧

This is going to mess up Luo Fu. A good student like him, who abides by school rules and never causes trouble, is actually being disliked?

Is there any heavenly principle? !

No wonder Durmstrang is ranked last among magic schools. They don’t know how to cherish high-quality students. It’s really impossible to hold up the wall!

Roff suddenly lost interest in continuing to communicate with Karkaroff and began to sit in his chair and shut himself up. At this time, the meeting also began.

As the president, Dumbledore sat at the head of the table. His voice was unhurried and he said in a deep voice:

"Not long ago, an organization called the Saints launched a terrorist attack. They tried to sink the floating dragon ship, causing the death of representatives from various countries. Fortunately, they were stopped by Mr. Rolf Scamander, so there were no casualties..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Fu, and the young man nodded to everyone without changing his expression.踧

Not to mention anything else, many officials secretly admired his calmness and lack of stage fright.

That young and handsome face stands out among a group of greasy or old adult witches, which makes many witches shine in their eyes and wonder in their hearts which lucky girl will be favored in the future.

Dumbledore quickly explained the whole thing briefly, and the more detailed investigation report was already in the hands of every wizard, and everyone quickly read through it.

"In this floating dragon boat attack case, the witnesses and physical evidence are there, and the crime has been confirmed beyond doubt." Dumbledore raised his head, looked around the crowd, and said loudly:

"Next we need to discuss how to deal with the Saints organization."

"Of course we must destroy it!" French representative Bostan said angrily:

"This kind of terrorist organization must be suppressed at any time. If we don't suppress it, it won't work... Think about it, you took your pet civet cat and rode a floating dragon boat to attend the International Federation of Wizards Conference, and suddenly you were attacked by the saints!踧

Therefore, a day without terrorist organizations is a good day! "

Many people echoed the words. They were all victims of the floating dragon boat, and they shared the same hatred as never before.

But there were also many people who looked worried.

One of them, an old man with sparse white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and sagging skin on his chin, said worriedly:

"The tattoo on the saint's chest is Grindelwald's symbol. Could they be related to Grindelwald?"

"Yes, I have seen that symbol in Durmstrang, and I heard it was painted by Grindelwald." Another burly wizard said.

He comes from Finland and is wrapped in a white bear skin. His thick beard is like a blanket, covering his face from his cheeks to his chest. It's hard to tell which is the beard and which is the chest hair.踧

When Grindelwald and the Wiccan Party were mentioned, everyone started discussing with great fear. They were all worried that the Saint was the resurgence of the Wiccan Party.

"This matter has nothing to do with Grindelwald." Dumbledore said decisively: "I went to Nurmengard to ask him, and he knew nothing about it."

Hearing what the president said, many people breathed a sigh of relief. They really feared Grindelwald, even if he had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for half a century.

Since it had nothing to do with Grindelwald, everyone demanded severe punishment.

But who to send has become a serious problem.

The International Federation of Wizards is a powerful organization that manages all the Ministry of Magic. Naturally, it also has an Auror-like wizarding force called... the International Rangers.

But the members of the International Rangers are all elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries.踧

The world is too big and requires too many people. There are never enough people in the International Rangers.

Now that we want to annihilate an organization like the Saints, we have to recruit Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries... No one wants to go out.

After all, it takes a lot of time and energy to cultivate an excellent official Auror. If your own country doesn't have enough, how can you be willing to give it to the International Federation of Wizards?

"We can't provide more manpower support. This matter is your European affair. Europeans managing Europeans, what does it have to do with us in Africa!"

Said a dark-skinned wizard with dreadlocks and a robe made of bird feathers.

"That's right, you European wizards launch wizard wars, and every time you use African wizards as cannon fodder." Another bald man sneered.

"Compared with the so-called saint organization, I care more about the fire dragons, thunderbirds and other magical creatures that appeared at the crime scene." 踧

A Swedish witch screamed:

"Mr. Scamander is obviously suspected of raising fire dragons privately and other crimes."

Luofu was scolded, so he had to stand up and explain:

"Mrs. Greta, whenever Scamander is in urgent need, magical animals will fly in. I have a special connection with those powerful birds, not by raising them."

Greta looked unbelieving and sneered:

"Thunderbirds live in Arizona in the United States. In an emergency like that, can they cross the Pacific Ocean and fly over France so quickly?

You are as dishonest as your grandpa Newt Scamander! "帧

"Greta, is now the time to discuss this?" Minister Claire said on behalf of Rove:

"Rolf saved the floating dragon boat and is a hero in the magical world... You can't treat him like a prisoner. Watch your words."

"I know how to be careful about my words," Greta retorted, "You just need to be careful about yourself. I'm not a wizard who likes to be lectured."

For a while, the whole conference hall was noisy. Everyone fought for themselves, and some people threw shoes out.

Rolf sat on the chair and sighed. The position of the president of the International Confederation of Wizards is really not something that anyone can do.

But this is none of the boy's business. After answering his own questions, he began to act like a wooden sculpture, daydreaming there.

If it weren't for the noise in the hall, he would have taken out his summer homework and continued to write. 踧

Unconsciously, the meeting lasted for nearly an hour. Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the table. The topics on it had been almost discussed.

He said tiredly: "Today's meeting ends here. Thank you for your hard work."

But no one left. Instead, the quarrel became more intense, and some people even wanted to fight.

Rove, who had been bored throughout the meeting, had his butt numb from sitting. He finally felt like he had been pardoned and hurried out to the bathroom.

Rove walked in and gently unzipped his pants. A moment later, the cubicle behind him creaked open.

The boy thought it was another wizard going to the bathroom, so he didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, the other party came over, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a charming and gentle voice:

"Mr. Scamander, my name is Rita Skeeter. Can I do a little interview with you here?" 踧

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