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“Professor,” asked Colin. “Are there wizarding photographers?” He imagined himself capturing a Welsh Green in full flight, the iridescent emerald of its underbelly. Perhaps he might make a study of Grindylows in their natural habitats... Or there was travel (who knew what magical wonders might lurk among the Yellow Mountains of China, or the Mekong Delta?). Ruins and monuments, monasteries and jungles — all these were his to explore.Professor McGonagall looked perplexed. “There are journalists, Creevey,” she said. “But working for the Prophet is extremely competitive.” “No, Professor, I mean... film producers? You know... documentaries?”Another blank look. Colin sighed.