Professor Dumbledore nearly reached up to rub his temples, but he managed to maintain his composure.
Could you not be so ruthless? Do something befitting your age, child!
If I remembered correctly, you weren't even thirteen yet! Girls your age were discussing which older student was the most handsome!
Seeing the helpless expression on Professor Dumbledore's face, Harley suddenly gave him a mischievous smile. "I'm just joking, Professor Dumbledore.
"If I were attacked by him, I'd capture him alive. And please don't worry—I'll keep myself under control.
"Honestly, I'm also afraid I might not know my own strength and accidentally send that disgusting Death Eater to meet Death."
Professor Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.
"Let's put that aside for now. I need to warn you about something else. Fudge will definitely come looking for you to interview you.
"I hope you'll cooperate with him a little. After all, he's recently been keeping an old man like me up at night.
"Of course, if the reporter interviewing you is Rita Skeeter... Wait, you know that reporter, don't you?"
"I do." Harley nodded. "Fred and George told me about her during a break in Quidditch practice.
"They said Rita Skeeter especially liked making things up and distorting the truth."
"Good," Professor Dumbledore continued.
"In any case, if she interviews you, you must be very careful.
"Just as the Weasley twins said, she always likes to add her own spin to her articles, and they usually end up reflecting badly on the people she writes about.
"I won't say any more. I imagine you know all this better than an old man like me."
When Harley nodded to show she'd be careful, Professor Dumbledore waved a hand. "I have nothing else to remind you about.
"Are you going straight back to the