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Chapter 566: Veela’s bloodline

Evan, Fleur, Colin, and Gabrielle left the room, ignoring Rita Skeeter behind them. 

They did not go far, but came to the Muggle Studies Classroom around the corner. 

It was much bigger than the classroom they were in just now, but it was also very cold, and there was no one inside. 

In the classroom, all the tables and chairs were placed exactly the same as Muggle School. There was no mural on the wall, but a lot of colorful pictures showing Muggle figures and scenery. At the back of the classroom was a huge bookshelf full of Muggle books. 

Evan knew that behind that bookshelf was actually a secret passage, leading to the sixth floor bathroom. 

The way to enter the secret passage was to put a few large-scale letters in the alphabetical order of “PREFECT”. 

This classroom was very suitable for talking and interviewing. Usually no one would come except for class. 

Although Evan was already very familiar with Fleur and Gabrielle, he asked a lot of details in accordance with his previous outline. 

Colin took pictures of Fleur. They needed special close-ups of the champions to be published in the newspaper. 

It was to say that as long as Fleur was willing, she and everyone could get along very happily. 

Perhaps because everyone is familiar with her, she didn’t mention such disappointing topics as the cold and dark decoration and the over-flavored food at Hogwarts. Instead, she cooperated very well and made jokes with Evan and Colin from time to time. 

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

“Obviously you are here, I have to interrupt you four, the Wand Weighing ceremony is about to start, Miss Delacour must be there!” said Dumbledore softly. 

“No problem, Professor, we’re done here too!” 

They filed out. Evan packed up his stuff and walked at the back with Gabrielle. 

“My sister just told me that you are the first to inquire about girls in this way!” Gabrielle suddenly whispered, she looked at Evan with a smile, her eyes bent into a lovely crescent, “She wants me to be more vigilant against you!” 

Evan was speechless, and it turned out that the two sisters had just talked about this in French. 

But still, what did it mean to be vigilant?! The questions he had asked though detailed were just needed for reporting. 

Dumbledore did not go straight back to the small classroom, but stopped in front of a broom cupboard on the opposite side. 

Just as everyone wondered what he was going to do, Dumbledore opened the door and went in. 

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

It seemed that during the time Evan left, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came along.

Not surprisingly, Rita Skeeter once again interviewed Harry, even though he was not a champion.

“Dumbledore!” cried Rita Skeeter, with a look of delight. She hastily put the quill and parchment into her crocodile-skin bag and buckled it. 

“How are you?” she said, standing up and holding out one of her large, mannish hands to Dumbledore. “I hope you saw my piece over the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards’ Conference?”

“Enchantingly nasty,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. “I particularly enjoyed your description of me as an absolute dingbat.” 

Rita Skeeter didn’t look remotely abashed and went on, “I was just making the point that some of your ideas are a little old-fashioned, Dumbledore, and that many wizards in the street …”

“I will be delighted to hear the reasoning behind the rudeness, Rita,” said Dumbledore, “But I am afraid we will have to discuss the matter later. The Weighing of the Wands ceremony is about to start. I think you should not miss it.” 

They all returned to the room. In addition to Fleur, the other champions were already seated. Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman were sitting on their chairs. 

Evan, Harry, Colin, and Gabrielle sat down next to Hermione, and Rita Skeeter settled herself down in a corner. She slipped the parchment out of her bag again, spread it on her knee, sucked the end of the Quick-Quotes Quill, and placed it once more on the parchment.

“Where have you been?” Hermione asked in a low voice. 

“Colin and I went to interview Fleur. Harry should have been called by Rita Skeeter for an interview.” said Evan. 

“Don’t mention it, that woman is terrible. You didn’t see what she was writing!” Harry sighed and said, looking a little excited, “She wanted to hear my opinion on the tournament, but she didn’t write what I said.” 

“You should have known long ago that she likes to lie,” said Hermione acutely, and she also took out her quill. “Remember the report of the Quidditch World Cup, that is, the article about Mr. Weasley, and what she said rumors that several bodies were removed from the ruins…” 

Hearing her reminder, Harry remembered it, too. He knew that he should have refused Skeeter’s interview.

Evan looked at Rita Skeeter. This woman could really make a mess. He had to deal with it as soon as possible.

It seemed that she noticed Evan’s gaze. Rita Skeeter raised her head and revealed an ugly smile to him. 

No one in the room was speaking, but her green quill kept writing. 

“Champions, please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander,” said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges’ table and talking to the champions, “He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament.” 

Evan then saw an old wizard with large, pale eyes standing quietly by the window. It was Mr. Ollivander who looked as strange as before. 

“Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?” said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room. 

Fleur nodded, swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand. 

Mr. Ollivander twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully. 

“Not bad!” he said quietly. “Nine inches (T/N. In the book, her wand is nine and a half inches)… inflexible … rosewood … and containing … oh, my God!” 

“A hair from the head of a Veela,” said Fleur, “One of my grandmother’s.” 

Hearing her saying so, Hermione hurriedly recorded it. 

Although Evan had said before that both Fleur and Gabrielle were quarter-veela, this was far less impressive than when she admitted it herself. 

Ron, in particular, stared straight at Fleur again, looking very attracted to her. 

In Evan’s view, in Fleur’s trip to Hogwarts, beyond becoming a champion, she was able to attract the attention of a large number of boys, who were fascinated by her appearance, which was probably the only thing she was satisfied with. 

This was the Veela lineage, nature would make men infatuated with their magical blood.

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