Hogwarts: Start with Phoenix Bloodline

"Mr. York, please come up and claim the award!"The minister kindly shouted to Peter at the Slytherin table below.

In the surprised and envious eyes of the teachers and students at Hogwarts, Peter left his seat and came to the award podium, where he was personally put on a purple ribbon by the minister. The gold medal!

Dumbledore on the side clapped first with a smile on his face, and then everyone also clapped, all looking at the eleven-year-old boy on the stage. Among them, Derek, the Weasley twins, and Some of the classmates who were close to him, including his roommate Allen, applauded the loudest with surprised expressions. Especially the twins whistled directly and fired fireworks from their wands to celebrate!

Peter, who received the medal, returned to the house under the watchful eyes of everyone. After taking a seat and listening to the minister’s speech for dozens of minutes, I finally had my meal.

"Merlin! Peter, you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in the history of magic! It's incredible!"Alan sat next to Peter excitedly and kept looking at the gold medal on his chest with fiery eyes. A circle of curious classmates also gathered around him, and everyone looked at Peter and the Merlin Medal with admiration..

Looking at his roommate's expression of wanting to get closer but not daring to get closer, Peter took off the medal directly and stuffed it into Allen's hand. He said,"If you want to see it, just take it and look at it. It's just a medal, and It's not something valuable"

"But it means so much! This is the Order of Merlin, a second-level medal. How many wizards dream of getting it!"Alan held the gold medal carefully, as if it would break!

Peter shook his head and immersed himself in eating.

"Student York, can I have a few words with you?"A sweet voice came from behind Peter.

A woman wearing a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses, with wavy blond hair, her teeth exposed, and a smile she thought was charming, squeezed through the students. came in and asked Peter

"Who are you?"Peter asked doubtfully.

"Oh, charming little handsome boy! I am Rita Skeeter, a professional reporter from the Daily Prophet." The woman opened her bloody red lips and said with interest, and stretched out her fat fingers, trying to tease Peter.

Peter Avoiding her red nails, which were at least two inches long, he said politely:"Hello, Ms. Skeeter, but I did not receive a notice that I was interviewed by a reporter!"

"Ha ha......Ministers and others are busy with their daily affairs, so they are not notified of these small things!"Rita Skeeter pushed aside a girl opposite Peter, flicked her curly hair that was completely inconsistent with her square chin, and then a piece of parchment and quill flew out of her crocodile leather handbag, She started writing by herself in mid-air!

She stared straight at Peter and then asked:"According to the minister's description, you went out from the banquet alone on Halloween night, and then discovered the sneaky Green. Professor, so I decided to follow him quietly to see what he was doing......."

Peter glanced at the automatic writing quill, and then found that it read on the parchment"Peter York, a first-year Slytherin student from the Muggle world, after suffering the cruel treatment around him, was supposed to be At the celebration banquet, a lonely man left silently and hid in a dark corner feeling sad alone. Then he met the sneaky Green. His restless curiosity prompted him to pursue a teacher. secret......"

"Ms. Skeeter, I never experienced any cruel treatment at school, nor was I ever left alone with sadness, nor was I ever restlessly curious! Is your pen broken? Before I even opened my mouth, he wrote randomly! Peter asked calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the reporter in front of him.

"Haha, uh, it’s just some artistic processing, don’t worry about it!"Rita Skeeter waved her hands in a nonchalant tone,"Let's get started, but there are too many people here and it's a bit noisy. How about we talk somewhere else?"

"Sorry, Ms. Skeeter, I'm just an eleven-year-old kid and not very good at answering other people's questions! Peter refused with a reserved smile,"Otherwise, you go interview the minister or Dumbledore. They know everything and will definitely be able to answer your questions!""

Rita Skeeter choked up. If she could interview them, would she still need to come here to find a brat? Especially Minister Millicent Barnold, who once commented on the article she wrote in public , except for entertainment, it has no practical significance, and he refused to accept her interview! As for Dumbledore, the smiling tiger, in front of him, Rita Skeeter always felt that her thoughts were exposed and did not dare to wait any longer.

But now she After hitting a wall with a child again, upon hearing the rejection, Rita Skeeter asked as if she couldn't believe it:"You refuse? Do you know how many bookings the Daily Prophet has every day, and I am a special reporter for the Daily Prophet! Anyone interviewed by me can become famous! Don't you want to be more famous and have everyone admire you?"

Listening to her bewitching tone, Peter rolled his eyes, really treating him as a child. He said impatiently:"I'm sorry, Ms. Skeeter. This is the Slytherin table, and you've interrupted our meal!"

Rita Skeeter felt like she was going crazy. First, the interview with the minister didn't go well, then Dumbledore also refused her interview, and now a child dared to refuse her request. She stood up angrily, holding the The shorthand quill followed her thoughts and quickly wrote something on the parchment.

Peter could guess that she was writing about herself without looking, and she had bad intentions. So he directly said inexplicable words:"Ms. Skeeter , do you know a beetle? I've seen one, and the pattern around its eyes is exactly the same as your glasses, and it's flying around! Have you seen it?"

The people around Peter didn't understand the meaning of this sentence and looked confused.

But the face of reporter Rita Skeeter, who was just about to leave, changed drastically. She looked at him instantly and saw that he looked calm and tentative. asked:"What do you mean, I don't understand!"

"Ms. Skeeter, did you know that our transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, was one of the seven registered Animagus in the 20th century? Peter said without answering the question.

When Rita Skeeter heard this, she suddenly felt like a deflated ball and asked with an ugly face:"What do you want?""

"What can I do, Ms. Skeeter! I just don’t want to see someone talking nonsense about me in the newspaper!"Peter said with a smile, looking completely harmless.

"as you wish!"Rita Skeeter said with a dark face, then turned around and left in a somewhat embarrassed manner.