Nineteen-year-old Margery not only inherited Queenie's outstanding appearance, but was also extremely tall. Wearing a pair of high heels, she was a full head taller than Rolf.
Margaery dragged the suffocating Rolf, opened the door to the next door, pushed him in, and she followed him in. Then she waved her wand and magically locked the door from the inside.
Luofu rubbed the sore half of his cheek and found that the room was dark. He snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame appeared, and the light swayed, dispersing the darkness.
This is a small cubicle for storing brooms. The space is very small. It's okay for one person to enter, but it's a bit crowded for two people to stand there.
"Why did you bring me here?" Luofu asked.
"I am a reporter, and of course I want to conduct an exclusive interview with you." Margery sat elegantly on the only stool, swaying her long white and tender legs, and said with a smile:
"This place is indeed a bit cramped and it is not easy for us to have in-depth communication. If you don't mind, you can sit on my lap."
"I mind!" Luofu sat down on a cardboard box. He listened to the movement outside the door and warned:
"Don't mess around. The soundproofing here is not good. If others hear us, they might think we are doing something."
"Just listen if you hear it. This is a serious interview." Margaery giggled, then suddenly her face changed, she protected herself with her hands, and said pitifully:
"Rolph, you're not hinting to me that you want to conduct an inappropriate interview and have hidden rules for me, are you?"
Rolf rolled his eyes wide.
"It's not impossible." Margaery supported her chin with one hand and looked at Luolf with a foxy face and said:
"Sister, I just taught myself belly dancing recently. Do you want me to perform a piece for you to help you build up your energy before the Triwizard Tournament starts?"
"Don't make trouble." Luofu glared.
"You really don't want to see it?" Margaery had a pitifully hurt expression on her face and complained in an intoxicating soft tone:
"It seems that I dislike my sister's age. She is indeed not as smart as a fourteen or five-year-old girl. I'll teach Shirley and Hermione later and let them perform for you, right?"
"..."
Luofu couldn't stand Margery's harsh words, so he quickly changed the subject and said:
"Seriously, you probably just offended that woman Rita Skeeter."
Rita wanted to interview Rove several times, but was rejected ruthlessly. She was so angry that she undoubtedly hated Rove.
As for Margaery, a fellow traveler, she took Luo Fu away so easily. She will definitely be hated by Rita as well.
"I've heard of Rita Skeeter, a reporter who mainly spreads rumors, likes to antagonize men and women, and eats bread made of human blood."
Margaery crossed her legs, hooked her high heels lightly with her toes, swayed back and forth, and said indifferently:
"What's wrong with offending her? She just writes an article to scold me? I can also write an article to scold her."
"It's not just that." Luo Fu shook his head, "She will dig up dirt on you, snoop on your privacy, and in extreme cases, she may even secretly film you and use such dirty methods to threaten you."
"Are you sure she has this ability?" Margaery narrowed her eyes.
"If you are not careful enough, she does have this ability." Luofu said softly:
"Rita Skeeter is actually an illegal Animagus. She can turn into a beetle and lurk secretly on other people. It is difficult to detect her without precautions."
"She is an illegal Animagus?" Margaery's eyes lit up instantly, shining in the dim compartment.
"No wonder she can always reveal a lot of information at the first time. It turns out that it's this way. It's interesting...it's really interesting!"
She chuckled and said: "Rolph, this old woman has aroused my interest!"
"What do you want?"
"Just play with her."
Margaery stretched out and put her legs together on Luo Fu's knees. Looking from the side, her slender thighs and raised buttocks could be described as extremely graceful and attractive curves.
"I thought it would be boring to go back to England, but I didn't expect that there would be such a fun guy here."
When Rolf saw Margery's smile, he observed three seconds of silence for Rita. After all, every time she showed such a smile, nothing good would happen.
But then again, evil people will get their own way, and this can be considered a good thing that benefits the British press.
Luof reached out and held Margaery's restless feet to prevent her from moving, and then asked:
"Why did you suddenly come to England?"
Margaery had always hated the British weather, so after the Quidditch World Cup, she followed Newt and Tina to the United States. There was no reason to come back just for some bullshit interview.
"Why, you're not welcome to me?" Margaery narrowed her eyes, "Are you afraid that I would disturb you from hooking up with girls from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons at Hogwarts?"
Luofu didn't answer, but asked directly: "It can't really be related to the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
"Want to know?"
The young man nodded.
Margery did not answer, but pretended to be sad:
"I came here to see you on high heels. After walking all the way, my legs are a little sore. It would be nice if someone could rub my legs and squeeze my feet."
Luofu sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to reach out and help Margaery knead and massage her warm and soft calves.
He had been forced to do this kind of thing by Margaery many times before, so his methods were professional and skillful.
Margery smiled charmingly and said: I came back with my grandfather, and Dumbledore wrote a letter asking him to come to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore wrote a letter?" Rolf narrowed his eyes and asked curiously: "Is it to guard against those Death Eaters?"
Just leave this matter to the Order of the Phoenix, and Newt doesn't need to take action, right?
"Not for the Death Eaters, but for your game." Margaery said.
"Dumbledore said that there were dozens of warriors showing up this time, and there were not enough magical creatures in the first competition.
Dumbledore wanted Grandpa to come over and get some magical creatures from his box to help replenish it."
"Isn't that true?" Luo Fu asked strangely: "Even if there is not enough time to transport the fire dragons from Romania, there are still many fire dragons in the UK?"
There is a fire dragon sanctuary in the UK, where the Welsh Green Dragon and the Hebridean Islands Black Dragon live.
Although it may be repeated, it is guaranteed that a warrior is assigned a fire dragon, and the number is definitely enough.
In fact, there aren't many fire dragons in Newt's box, so there's no need for him to help replenish them.
"Who told you that your first project was just a fire dragon?" Margaery said with a smile:
"Grandpa is here, and of course there are all kinds of magical creatures prepared.
Tonight at twelve o'clock, I will take you to see the magical creatures you will face... In short, there are many animals that even you have never seen before!"