Chapter 475 An Interview with Rita Skeeter
The so-called transfer to Durmstrang was just a rhetoric made by Rove to tease the former Death Eater, but he didn't expect Karkaroff to refuse it without even thinking about it.
This can't be done to Luo Fu. He is such an excellent student who abides by school rules and never causes trouble. How could he be dismissed?
Is there any reason? !
No wonder Durmstrang ranks at the bottom of the magic school. High-quality students don't know how to cherish it. It's really mud that can't support the wall!
Rove suddenly lost interest in continuing to communicate with Karkaroff, and began to sit in a chair and shut himself up, and at this time the meeting also started.
As the president, Dumbledore sat in the first seat, and his voice was calm and solemn, saying:
"Not long ago, an organization called the Saints launched a terrorist attack. They tried to sink the floating dragon boat, causing the death of representatives from various countries. Fortunately, they were stopped by Mr. Rove Scamander, so no casualties were caused..."
All eyes were on Rove, and the young man nodded to everyone without changing his face.
Not to mention anything else, but this calmness without stage fright made many officials secretly admire.
That young and handsome face stood out from a group of greasy or old adult wizards, which made many witches shine in front of their eyes, and felt silently in their hearts, wondering which lucky girl would be cheaper in the future.
Dumbledore quickly explained the whole matter briefly, and the more detailed investigation report was already in the hands of every wizard, and everyone quickly read it.
"In this floating dragon boat attack case, there are witnesses and evidence, and the crime is beyond doubt." Dumbledore raised his head and looked around the crowd, and said loudly:
"Next we need to discuss how to deal with the Saints organization."
"Of course it must be wiped out!" French representative Bostein said indignantly:
"This kind of terrorist organization must be suppressed at any time. If you don't suppress it, you can't... Think about it, you took a pet civet and took a floating dragon boat to attend the International Federation of Wizards Conference, and suddenly you were attacked by saints!
Therefore, a day without terrorist organizations is a good day! "
Many people echoed their words. They were all victims of the floating dragon boat, and they shared a common hatred like never before.
But there are also many people who look worried.
One of them, an old man with thinning white hair, wrinkled eyes, and loose skin on his chin, said worriedly:
"The tattoo on the saint's chest is the symbol of Grindelwald. Could they be related to Grindelwald?"
"That's right, I've seen that symbol in Durmstrang. I heard it was drawn by Grindelwald." Another burly wizard said.
He was from Finland, wrapped in white bear fur, with a bushy beard that covered his cheeks and chest like a blanket, and it was hard to tell which was the beard and which was the chest hair.
When mentioning Grindelwald and the Witch Party, everyone talked about it in a hurry, with fear in their words, and they worried that the saints were the resurgence of the Witch Party.
"This matter has nothing to do with Grindelwald." Dumbledore said decisively: "I went to Nurmengard and asked him, and he knew nothing about it."
Hearing what the president said, many people breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid of Grindelwald, even though 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 an organization with real power. It manages all the Ministry of Magic. Naturally, it also has a wizarding force similar to Aurors, called... the International Rangers.
But the members of the International Rangers are all elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries.
But the world is too big, too many people are needed, and the International Rangers have never been enough.
Now to demand the elimination of an organization like the Saints, Aurors must be recruited from the Ministry of Magic of various countries... Everyone doesn't want to get out.
After all, it takes a lot of time and energy to cultivate an excellent official Auror, and his own country doesn't have enough, so how can he be willing to give it to the International Federation of Wizards.
"We can't give more manpower support. This matter is your European affairs. Europeans manage Europeans. What does it have to do with us in Africa!"
Said a dark-skinned wizard with dreadlocks and robes made of bird feathers.
"That's right, you European wizards start wizard wars, and every time we African wizards are used as cannon fodder." Another bald man sneered.
"Compared to the so-called saint organization, I am more concerned about the magical creatures such as fire dragons and thunderbirds that appeared at the scene of the crime."
A Swedish witch screamed:
"Mr. Scamander is apparently involved in crimes such as raising dragons without permission."
Rove was blamed, so he got up and explained:
"Ms. Greta, if any Scamander is in urgent need, magical animals will fly. There is a special connection between me and those powerful birds, not because I keep them."
Greta looked disbelieving, sneered and said:
"Thunderbird lives in Arizona, the United States. In such an emergency, can it cross the Pacific Ocean so quickly and fly over France?
You are as dishonest as your grandpa Newt Scamander! "
"Greta, is this the time to discuss this?" Minister Claire said on behalf of Rove:
"Rove saved the floating dragon boat, he is a hero in the wizarding world... You can't treat him like a prisoner, watch your words."
"I know that I care about my words," Greta retorted, "Just pay attention to yourself, I am not a wizard who likes to be taught."
All of a sudden, the entire conference hall became noisy, everyone fought on their own, and some people threw their shoes out.
Rove sat on the chair and sighed. The position of president of the International Federation of Wizards is really not something that just anyone can do.
But this is not related to the young man. After answering his own question, he began to be a woodcarver, distracted in a grandiose way.
If it wasn't too noisy in the hall, he would have taken out his summer homework and started writing.
Unknowingly, the meeting went on for nearly an hour. Dumbledore glanced at the watch on the table, and the topics on it were almost covered.
He said wearily: "This is the end of today's discussion, thank you for your hard work."
But everyone didn't leave. Instead, the quarrel became more intense, and some even wanted to fight.
Rove, who was bored throughout the meeting, his ass was numb, and this meeting was finally amnestied, and he hurried out and went to the bathroom.
Rove walked in and gently opened his pants. After a while, the compartment behind him creaked open.
The young man thought it was another wizard who was going to the bathroom, so he didn't pay attention. He didn't know that the other party came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a charming and soft voice:
"Mr. Scamander, my name is Rita Skeeter, can I have a little interview with you here?"
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