Chapter 471: Rita Skeeter (Edited)

"What is it?" Snape looked impatiently at Colin Creevey, who had suddenly arrived.

Colin, who was startled by his stare, shrugged his neck and replied cautiously, "Sorry, Professor, I have to take Fish and Harry upstairs."

"Potions class isn't over yet." Snape frowned, hesitated for a moment before saying coolly.

Though Colin flinched a little, he still said awkwardly, "Professor, it's ... Mr. Bagman who wants them to go," he twiddled his thumbs, "All the Champions are going, I think they want to take pictures..."

"Champions?" Snape let out a snort of contempt, "You mean Potter?"

He looked mockingly at Harry, who was almost burying his head in his desk, and the Slytherin students laughed in unison.

Colin, unsure, answered truthfully, "Yes, Professor, Harry Potter is also a Champion of our school, isn't he?"

Then the laughter from Malfoy and the others grew louder, leaving him speechless.

Harry wanted to gag Colin at that moment, after his earlier defeat against Malfoy, the title of Champion was now more of a malicious irony to him.

And he could have sworn on his flying broom that the Slytherin students would definitely cause a stir in the school, that he, the fake Hogwarts Champion, was defeated in a head to head fight with Malfoy.

Professor Snape, on the dais, snorted again, waved his hand and said, "Very well, take the Champions and leave, and by the way, Potter, leave your things here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote."

"I'm sorry, Professor... you must take your things with you," Colin said in a nervous, squeaky voice, "All warriors..."

"Very well!" said Snape, "Potter, take your satchel and get out of my sight!"

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder, stood up and headed for the door. As he passed the tables where the Slytherins sat, the words "Potter sucks" flashed from every direction.

"Great, no more lessons nya!"

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As soon as he walked out of Potions with Colin and Harry, Fish shook his arms and cheered, "Good thing Fish is a Champion!". He turned to Colin and asked, "What else is there to do besides take pictures? how do we fight other Champions?"

Having watched Harry and Malfoy fight, the kitten seemed a little excited.

In contrast to the cat, Harry was in a bad mood and asked in a heavy tone, "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?"

"I don't think there's going to be a fight... I'm not sure." Colin first answered Fish's question with a smile, then turned and replied to Harry, "Probably for the Daily Prophet!".

"Great," Harry said ruefully, his tone and expression the exact opposite of what he had said, "Just what I wanted...to embarrass myself even more."

Colin laughed dryly, not knowing what to reply.

Fish, for his part, gave Harry a big pat on the shoulder and said reassuringly, "It's just a fight you lost with Draco, it's no big deal, Fish always loses to Minerva and Kanaloa, you just have to win it next time!".

Harry looked at the cat, not at all consoled.... Malfoy and Professor McGonagall, there was no comparison whatsoever, least of all with the big Black Lake squid that hung Fluffy, the three-headed dog.

As they spoke, Colin had led them out of a room.

"That's it, good luck!" he said.

Harry forced a smile toward him, then stepped forward to knock on the door and entered.

As soon as he entered the room, Harry's mood dropped again, as the room, like the Potions classroom, had most of the desks pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large empty space in the middle... which reminded him of the bad experience he had just had losing to Malfoy.

"Hey nya!"

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As soon as Fish walked in, he greeted the others in the room with a smile.

Krum and Fleur were already there, each standing in a corner, not seeming to communicate much.

There were three desks side by side facing the class blackboard, where Ludo Bagman was talking to a witch dressed in a magenta robe, and a burly, pot-bellied man was standing not far from them with a large, smoking black camera in his hand, but his mind was on Fleur, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

When they saw Fish arrive, both Krum and Fleur sketched a smile and went out to meet him, but Bagman was quicker, his pudgy body leaping out from behind the table with great dexterity and speed, and jumping in front of Fish and Harry in a few strides.

"Ah, there they are, the two Hogwarts Champions! Come in, Fish and Harry... there's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand testing ceremony, the other judges will be here soon..."

"Wand testing?" asked Harry uneasily.

"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, as they will be your most important tool in the events to come." Bagman said, "The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore. Then it was time to take some pictures. This is Rita Skeeter..."

He pointed to the magenta-robed witch and introduced her, "She's writing a short article about the Contest for The Daily Prophet...."

"Maybe not so short, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said, whose eyes darted back and forth excitedly between Fish and Harry, finally settling on Fish.

"Ah, Fish knows you nya!"

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Suddenly, the cat seemed to come to his senses, pointed at Rita Skeeter and shouted.

"It's a pleasure."

Skeeter seemed very happy, but Harry could also understand that it was quite happy to know that the other party knew him when he first met Fish.

At the same time, Harry was also remembering, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

Then he heard Fish's cheerful voice: "You wrote the story of Fish's cat's head, didn't you?".

Harry instantly remembered where he had heard the name, it was the reporter who had belittled Mr. Weasley in the paper, and Harry instantly lost all feeling of affection for the witch.

"Cat's Head?"

Skeeter was confused, she had made up so many stories that for a while she couldn't remember what Fish was talking about.

Besides, Fish's presence was so strong that if she had reported on him, she wouldn't have been able to remember.

"This is..." Fish pulled out his wand and pointed at the empty space beside his, "Glowing cat head!".

(?ΦΦ?)つ━☆*.

A silver-white cat head the size of a basketball flew out of Fish's wand and scurried around the room under his control.

While controlling the cat head, Fish cheerfully explained to Skeeter, "Last time Fish knocked down the green skull with the cat head, didn't you write a story about how Fish was going to be the third Dark Lord? Fish wants to correct you..."

The cat had a serious look on his face

"Fish is black and white, So should he be Mr. Black and White... or Dark Lord Cat nya?".

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Everyone present had been at the Quidditch World Cup that night, and Krum was one of the players, but apart from Harry's suspicions, not even Ludo Bagman knew that the cat head had been transformed by Fish, so everyone was in shock.

"Is that you?!"

Rita Skeeter, who had finally recovered from her astonishment, her eyes shining with excitement, grabbed Fish's shoulder and asked excitedly, "Can I have an interview with you?"

"I'm afraid not now, Rita." Before Fish could answer, Dumbledore entered, "The wand-testing ceremony is about to begin, and if we are missing one of our Champions, the ceremony cannot take place."

Behind him, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime and Mr. Crouch entered and took seats at the desks in front of the blackboard.

In addition, an acquaintance of Harry and Fish's, Mr. Ollivander, who sold wands in Diagon Alley, entered.