"Greenwald -" demon blood "conquer magic summit."

    This is the magic summit. At the humble table, Mrs. Weasley picked up Mr. Weasley''s newspaper and made a sound.

    Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and turned to her little son.

    "Luo Luo, this greendevo can''t be your classmate, the child who gave you your wand."

    "Don''t call me Luoluo..."

    Ron muttered in an ill fitting shirt.

    But when he met his mother''s eyes, he shrunk his neck and nodded gently.

    "Yes."

    "Wow, that''s amazing."

    Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

    "Of course, Klein is a real genius!"

    As a backbone member of Gryffindor''s "gram blowing trio", Ron''s worship of Klein is like a surging river.

    In his heart, there was no better man than Klein.

    "That''s a cool guy." "Yes, very cool!"

    Hearing the dialogue between his brother and his mother, George and Fred, who had been buried in breakfast, couldn''t help but agree excitedly.

    It was Mrs. Weasley''s turn to be surprised.

    She knows the temper of her two sons. There are not many people who can make them praise, but

    "Garrett greenworth''s relatives?"

    Glancing at the words "devil''s blood" in the newspaper title, Mrs. Weasley frowned deeply.

    These children may not know what this means, but she has heard it.

    Her grandparents used to tell her about Garrett The story of glindwald leading his followers to launch terrorist attacks in the magic world.

    "He can''t choose his origin, Molly. You don''t know how many masters stood up and applauded him yesterday.

    As God''s witness, he is the most gifted child I have ever seen. Even minister fudge favors him. "

    Seeing his wife''s eyes, Mr. Weasley smiled and recalled yesterday''s scene. As a member of the Ministry of magic, he was lucky to witness the grand occasion of the magic summit backstage.

    Except for the unexpected oath to Soren, almost all the focus was on the child.

    After the meeting, their minister even gave a dead order to the "Auror office" and the "Department of mystery affairs", and they must master the latest "Shenwei mantra" as soon as possible.

    Five new spells!

    Merlin first class!

    Such a great contribution should have enjoyed the flowers and praise of the magic world.

    But

    Now the attitude of the magic world towards him is very divided.

    Some old people who have experienced the dark ages can''t stand the reappearance of the surname "greendevo" in their lives.

    "Oh, poor boy."

    At her husband''s words, Mrs. Weasley shook her head gently.

    The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

    Although it''s early to become famous, I''m afraid the child will encounter many difficulties in the future.

    ......

    "Can you tell me something about your time in Germany?"

    In a cafe on the streets of London, a middle-aged woman with wavy hair painted thick makeup on her face. Her thick fingers took out a bright feather pen from her crocodile skin handbag.

    She pushed the pair of large black framed glasses that almost covered most of her face, and stared at the young man opposite quietly tasting coffee with extremely curious eyes

    This is an extremely rare interview.

    As a gold reporter for the prophet daily, Rita Skeeter cherished this opportunity.

    "Of course."

    Klein smiled, ignoring the sight that seemed to eat himself. Stirring the coffee cup with a spoon, he paused for a second and talked faintly about the past.

    "In fact, there''s nothing to say. Like many street orphans, they gang up, steal bread from bakeries, sleep in parks and roads."

    "Stealing?!"

    Other words are automatically filtered, Rita Skeeter''s eyes lit up.

    I''m so sleepy. Come to the pillow.

    The youngest winner of the Merlin medal in history has stolen!

    "Oh."

    Slightly stunned, Klein showed a meaningful smile at the corners of his mouth, stared at the unscrupulous reporter opposite and nodded.

    "Not only that, I also kill people and set fire to do all kinds of evil."

    "What else, what else?"

    Rita Skeeter was about to cheer for his luck.

    She thought that a gifted teenager like Klein should be bright from birth. Who thought she could dig up so much material.

    Theft, murder, arson

    wait!

    Rita, dazzled by excitement Skeeter suddenly recovered and collapsed.

    The damn child is playing with her!

    "When I kill everyone and dare not resist me, I will become the emperor, the real emperor.

    One call, one hundred echoes, and it goes unchecked. "

    I saw Rita Skeeter''s face became darker and darker, and Klein''s mood became better and better.

    He''s not lying. He''s telling the truth

    "That''s enough, Mr. Greenwald."

    Rita As soon as Skeeter patted the table, the black framed glasses on the bridge of his nose suddenly slipped down.

    "Stop your meaningless lie. I want to hear the truth."

    I never thought I would be fooled by a bear child, Rita Skeeter''s face was extremely twisted.

    "You want to hear the truth?"

    Klein seemed surprised.

    "Hum!"

    Feel the sarcasm, Rita Skeeter snorted coldly, looking at Klein as if he were looking at a piece of meat on the chopping board.

    Her pen is a butcher''s knife!

    As long as she returns to her office, she can easily destroy anyone who doesn''t respect her.

    "Why be so grumpy."

    Klein shook his head and picked up his coffee cup.

    "At the beginning, I wanted to cooperate with you."

    He seems to be talking to Rita Skeeter, it''s like talking to himself.

    "If you could truthfully report everything about me, we could have been very happy. I can even praise your taste against my heart.

    But why, why not give me a chance to be a "good man"

    At last he raised his head and looked straight at Rita Skeeter''s eyes.

    "I..."

    I wanted to say something, but I met those eyes like a cold spring, Rita Skeeter only felt a blank in his brain and then lost consciousness.

    "Do your job well and don''t let me down."

    I didn''t even look at Rita Like Skeeter, Klein turned and looked out of the window.

    The rainy weather makes the atmosphere in the streets a little dull.

    "Yes."

    Unconsciously replied, Rita Skeeter began to write hard. When she finished writing the manuscript, she first showed Klein and got approval. Then she stuffed the roll of parchment into the crocodile handbag.

    "With a lesson, how can you make a second one?"

    Wait for Rita Skeeter finished the "interview", Klein leaned back in his chair and muttered to himself.

    To control public opinion, it is useless to just do practical things. He also needs to have his own "mouthpiece".