A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

After Snape's Potions class, Harry Potter was called to take a photo. Colin was like a hard-working little bee, spinning around his idol excitedly: "It's amazing, Harry! You have become a warrior!"

"Yeah, it's amazing." Harry responded with a hint of imperceptible heaviness.

Their every step echoed through the corridors, and each echo seemed to be accompanied by someone pressing a badge. The green words on those badges shone brightly, taunting him mercilessly.

Harry's steps were getting faster and faster, and he just wanted to stay as far away from them as possible: "Colin, why are they taking pictures?"

"I think I probably want to publish it in the Daily Prophet!" Colin guessed excitedly, "After graduation, I want to become a reporter."

"Great," Harry muttered grimly, "I can embarrass myself further."

"Good luck to you, Harry!" Colin stood outside the room and watched him enter the room.

Of the four warriors participating in the Triwizard Tournament, he was the last to arrive. In addition to the three Krums, Rogge from Slytherin was also there.

An unpleasant emotion surged in Harry's heart, his expression became gloomy, and he thought to himself: "Did he obtain the qualifications for the competition through the back door by bribing the Ministry of Magic?"

Meanwhile, Rita and Roger were chatting happily. Every Christmas, Mrs. Jessica would carefully prepare a gift for her. On weekdays, they would meet up to enjoy afternoon tea together and chat about various topics.

"These two books are indeed very topical." Rita's eyes were firmly fixed on Grindelwald's manuscript. Her eyes seemed to be attracted by the mysterious words and could not easily move away.

"Miss Rita, I hope you can help me introduce a powerful publisher." He smiled politely and declined the other party's proposal to take over the distribution personally.

Rita sighed regretfully, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in her eyes, and tried to persuade again: "Doesn't our Daily Prophet meet the requirements? Moreover, the content of the manuscript is a bit bland. Give it to our newspaper, and it can be improved. One floor.”

As she spoke, she turned over the next volume "Confessions" and covered it with the first volume "Struggle". "Roger, such an excellent memoir only needs the first half to be attractive enough."

"I know very well the readers in the wizarding world. They are eager for strange and extraordinary stories, rather than the confession of a criminal." Rita said with confidence in her tone, "Actually, I never thought that Dumbledore would interact with Grindelwald has such a close relationship. If this manuscript were handed over to us for distribution, I can guarantee that it would be a huge hit."

"Sorry." Rogge shook his head and replied firmly: "This is a promise I made, and I must keep it. If you have any difficulties, I will consider writing to the owner of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. I think he There must be good channels.”

"This..." Rita watched reluctantly as Rogge took the manuscript away. She argued again: "Our newspaper can publish it in two volumes."

"How long will that take?" Roger asked.

"A month?" Rita probed cautiously, hoping to find a room for negotiation.

Rogge sighed and said: "I have completed the proofreading of the text. I have also made the necessary deletions of the black magic parts involved in the original manuscript.

The publisher I need is just a tool person responsible for design, printing, and publishing. I don't need them to get involved in specific writing work. "

"Of course, I understand that this seems a bit cold and callous to you who deal professionally with words. But you should understand its weight. These are not just two simple memoirs, but are related to the history of the Dark Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, several exclamations came from behind. Fleur, Krum, Cedric and Harry all stared at him in shock, wondering if they had heard correctly.

"Dark Lord?" Everyone was repeating this title, imagining different images of wizards in their minds.

Rogge frowned, turned around and left: "Sorry, please be busy first, we will talk later."

Rita quickly grabbed him and advised: "It's okay, they will naturally know when the memoirs are published."

"Uh, don't you need to interview the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament?" Rogge asked in confusion.

Rita shook her head, a slight smile appearing on her exquisite makeup. She waved her hand and motioned to the pot-bellied wizard beside her to take a photo of the four of them.

"It's just the Triwizard Tournament." She raised her slender eyebrows slightly and continued: "I can not participate in the text editing work and let the newspaper print it directly. However, if you want to publish it simultaneously in the global magic world, it will take at least a month. Time to prepare.”

"Give them to our newspaper for publication, and I can give you half of the profit share." Rita's conditions were quite sincere. After all, in addition to printing, they also need to be responsible for promotion and marketing operations.

"I also have special requirements for the design of the book." Rogge did not refuse immediately, but continued to put forward his own conditions: "Struggle and Confession must be published in two volumes."

"That's no problem at all." Rita smiled, thinking so. In her opinion, when the two volumes are published separately, the first volume will definitely become a bestseller.

"But the first volume of struggle can only be opened around confession."

"What?" Rita screamed, "Roger, this is so unreasonable. There has never been such a thing in the magical world. Readers need to buy the second volume to read the first volume. You are..."

"Kidnapping for sale!" She accurately stated the essence of this behavior.

Rogge shrugged and explained softly: "This is not an ordinary book, but the Dark Lord's autobiography. Rita, you don't want Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic to cause trouble for you, right?"

"This..." Rita fell silent, and after some thought, she finally agreed to his conditions.

The warriors on the other side are already waiting impatiently. Where is the interview promised? Why are you talking about the Dark Lord's book?

Harry Potter remembered every word Roger said and planned to report to the principal as soon as he left. He couldn't believe that someone would be so bold as to openly promote Voldemort's ideas to the wizarding world.

"Despicable pure blood!" He cursed secretly in his heart, feeling angry and disgusted with Rogge's behavior.

On a long piece of parchment, Rogge carefully wrote down nearly a hundred restrictions to prevent Rita from tampering with the contents of the book during the publishing process.

Rita took out her beautiful quill pen and signed while complaining: "Roger, you are too careful."

"This is out of respect for your professionalism." Rogge replied with a smile, while not forgetting to praise: "Everyone in the magic world knows that you can create miracles with words."

"Hahaha..." She covered her mouth and let out a laugh like a silver bell, and said without humility: "Of course, I can use words to make the winter garden covered with roses."

She took Grindelwald's memoirs and carefully put them into her crocodile leather handbag. Then, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, she asked: "Roger, can I have the honor of seeing the original manuscript?"

"This is absolutely not acceptable." Rogge shook his head firmly, without any hesitation in his tone, "The content inside is too dangerous, I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp it."

"Are you looking down on me too much?" Rita's tone contained a bit of dissatisfaction, and her self-esteem seemed to be challenged. "After all, I am also an adult wizard. I have seen countless dark existences, and I have never worried. Can be contaminated by other people’s thoughts.”

"No, no, no." Rogge explained quickly, with a gentle but firm tone: "It is precisely because I did not underestimate you that I did this. What does it have to do with Miss Rita when a newspaper publishes a memoir? After all, it does not prevent you from continuing to write. Related columns.”

Rita's face froze, and her little plan was actually seen through by Rogge. She knew in her heart that she might not be able to get more information from Rogge.

"Grindelwald and Dumbledore..." She thought silently in her mind, already planning her trip to Godric's Hollow for the interview.

However, when I thought about having to write reports for the Triwizard Tournament, I couldn't help but feel irritated.

"What a waste." She couldn't help complaining.

Rogge waved to Fleur and left here. Cedric looked at them in confusion and asked curiously: "Fleur, do you know each other?"

"Yes." Fleur nodded, "We are still relatives." The smile on her face was particularly sweet, and her eyes were shining with dazzling light. "If I were not busy preparing for the competition, I would have asked Roger to take me to visit you. Where’s the school?”

Cedric's expression changed slightly and he didn't know how to respond. Harry, who was not far away, stared at him with an unhappy expression.

Harry didn't care whether Fleur knew Roger, what he cared about was that Cedric already had a girlfriend, Cho Chang, but he was still trying to attract other people.

Rita observed them quietly, sensing a strong, youthful feeling of jealousy and resentment. Suddenly, she felt that the Triwizard Tournament interview was not as boring as she imagined.

"Harry?" She interrupted Harry's contemplation with a smile and asked, "As the youngest warrior, can I start the interview from you?"

"Yeah." Harry responded softly.

"That's great." Rita said, pulling Harry out of the room and into a door nearby.

"We can't stay there, they will affect you." She said with a smile, "Let me see... Well, it's good, it's quiet and comfortable here."

Harry looked around the narrow cubicle, wondering how comfortable the utility room with the brooms was.

"Honey, sit down quickly." She said, closing the door, and the compartment immediately fell into darkness. A shorthand quill floated nearby, ready to record the interview.

"So, Harry...what makes you want to compete with Cedric in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Huh?" Harry opened his mouth wide. He was shocked by both Rita's question and the content made up by the quill.

It is sliding across the parchment with smooth strokes, writing a new line of text:

Against the dark background, the scar on his forehead looked terrifying. Those are the traces left by tragedy, destroying Harry Potter's originally handsome and charming face, his eyes...

"Leave that pen alone," Rita shouted, "Harry, are you prepared to defeat him again in the Tournament?"

"What? I didn't!" Harry explained hurriedly, "I don't know who put my name in, maybe it was a prank. Besides, I never thought about defeating Ced..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped, because deep down in his heart he really longed for victory. If he beats Cedric in a match and lifts the trophy, Cho Chang will definitely have his eyes on him.

The shorthand quill danced rapidly, and it went on to write:

Harry Potter didn't admit to signing up, but his pauses spoke of his fiery heart. There is no doubt that he desires victory and glory. However, Harry Potter is also on a quest to defeat Cedric. I'm curious as to what turned the two warriors of Hogwarts against each other.

Rita did not continue to ask further questions and said with a reassuring smile: "Harry, I think I understand. Can you ask Cedric to come over?"

"I...you...your quill?" Harry looked a little at a loss.

He saw clearly, and the quill spun stories without restraint. He wanted to defend and correct, but the words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to speak.

"Mr. Potter, you can leave now." There was a hint of urgency in Rita's voice. "The Ministry of Magic will soon inspect the warriors' wands. If we delay too long, I'm worried that there will be gaps in my reporting. .”

"Missing?" Harry pushed open the door depressedly.

Immediately afterwards, Cedric walked in with a relaxed and cheerful pace. Rita looked at him with a smile, gently put her hands on his strong shoulders, and took the opportunity to squeeze twice.

"Mr. Cedric, how does it feel to be a Hogwarts Champion? Your girlfriend must be very proud of you, right?"

Cedric's cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were shining with pride and happiness: "I represent the honor of Hufflepuff, and everyone in the academy is proud of me. Of course, my girlfriend Qiu Zhang is also there He congratulated me immediately.”

Rita nodded with satisfaction and continued her questioning: "Is she a Gryffindor student?"

"No, she is from Ravenclaw." Cedric's voice was full of tenderness, "She is smart, elegant, gentle, beautiful, and the most outstanding witch I have ever seen."

"Oh, I can tell it all from those glowing eyes of yours," Rita said teasingly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

The quill quickly slid across the paper, weaving a new story:

Who is the real warrior, the lion or the honey badger? This is an unanswered question, and perhaps only the stage of the Triwizard Tournament can give the answer. However, in the high tower of Ravenclaw, there is a witch whose charm drives the two warriors Harry and Cedric crazy.

Her name is Qiu Zhang, a strange and convoluted name. From the descriptions of the warriors, this witch as beautiful as Helen walked out smoothly. Now, we've discovered Harry Potter's underlying motivation for participating in the Tournament. He has fantasies about Cedric's girlfriend and hopes to win Helen's heart with victory.

Harry has already won once, in the minor leagues. Now, he longs to win again, not just once, but twice, three times... until he impresses the witch he loves.

"I..." Cedric's face turned heavy and he hurriedly wanted to clarify, "I think I didn't make it clear."

"No, that's perfectly clear," Rita said, quickly stuffing the quill and parchment into her handbag.

Just when Cedric wanted to explain further, Dumbledore suddenly opened the door, and the dazzling light made him squint.

"Dumbledore!" Rita shouted, with a look of joy on her face. She quickly stood up and stretched out her hand towards him, "Have you read my summer article about the International Federation of Wizards Conference?"

"Of course, it's great." Dumbledore's eyes were shining. "I especially loved reading the paragraph where you described me as a rigid old madman." There was humor in his words.

Rita did not show the slightest embarrassment. Instead, she patted her handbag and said confidently: "Sorry, maybe I don't know enough. Today, I received two volumes of manuscripts about the Dark Lord. I believe that I will be able to find them. True records of the Nepal election campaign that year.”

Dumbledore's smile became a little stiff. He narrowed his eyes and said politely, "Grindelwald has been released from prison. He must be very happy if he knows that you published those memoirs."

Rita heard the warning in his words, but she did not flinch. Instead, she responded without fear: "We are only responsible for publishing, and the text verification has been done by others. However, I will discuss these in a column thing."

"Mr. Dumbledore, you are the shaper of that history. And I am just an ordinary reader." She smiled, with a hint of provocation in her words.

"I am willing to hear the basis for your fierce remarks, Rita." Dumbledore said with a hint of sullenness in his tone, "But I'm afraid this issue needs to be discussed later. The wand testing ceremony is about to begin. The ceremony cannot take place if one of our warriors hides in the broom closet.”

At the signal from Dumbledore's eyes, Cedric had to return to the large room next to him. He kept his eyes fixed on the parchment in Rita's hand, convinced that it was filled with falsehoods.

"Fake news!" He roared in his heart, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

Even if Principal Dumbledore could only let Rita use her articles to satirize her, what could he do? Cedric looked a little angry when he realized the reality. He turned to look at Harry Potter, complaining in his heart that this guy had brought endless trouble.

"But why did Rita describe Cho Chang as Helen?" He suddenly thought of something and his eyes flashed with cold light, "Has Harry Potter always coveted his girlfriend?"

Cedric's breathing became heavier and he began to think back to many things that had happened in the past. Yes, whenever Cho Chang appeared, Harry would always look at her. He does this every time he practices on the court. Before, he was completely unaware of this.

"Mr. Cedric?" Ollivander reminded loudly, "Mr. Cedric!" He finally recovered and handed over the wand.

Ollivander is an old wizard who has a deep affection for wands and remembers every wand he sells. He was very pleased with how well Cedric took care of his wand.

In contrast, although Harry has not yet graduated, his wand is already showing signs of age.

"Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, eleven inches." Ollivander slowly told the material of Harry's wand, inspecting it very carefully.

In the end, he spent far more time examining the wands of other warriors than he did. It seemed that Ollivander came here specifically to check Harry's wand.