Hogwarts: Don't you all have the God's Eye?

After several days of living like this, Harry finally got a chance to escape from the fierce verbal attacks. As a warrior, he needed to participate in the wand inspection ceremony that afternoon. Before that, he had been deducted 50 points by Snape in the potion class and was punished with detention. The reason was that he could no longer tolerate Draco Malfoy showing off his Potter stinking shit badge everywhere, and he fought with him. After Snape saw this scene, it naturally became Harry's responsibility. Harry couldn't wait to escape from Snape's sight and came to a small classroom on the upper floor of the potion class. The other people had already arrived. He saw Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch, and three other warriors.

Andy and Krum were sitting by the window, chatting.

It was the first time Harry saw a little smile on Krum's face.

His English was not very good, and he would occasionally make gestures to explain what he meant.

Andy looked at Krum and nodded frequently.

Harry didn't know what they were talking about, but he hoped that he could be as calm as Andy at this time.

He had a lot to ask Andy.

On one side of the classroom, Fleur was standing alone, bored, and her expression was still angry.

At the same time, there was a witch in a magenta robe sitting in the classroom.

She had short curly hair, wore a pair of large framed glasses, and had heavy makeup. She was looking up and down at Harry with a meaningful look.

Harry walked over and simply greeted Fleur, who was closest to him: "Hi, why are you standing here alone?"

Fleur glanced at him and said: "Because I have no charm. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Harry's face suddenly turned red: "I, I don't mean that."

Fleur turned her head away, looked at the scenery outside the window, and ignored Harry.

At this time, Andy also saw Harry, and nodded to Krum: "I will come to you to ask about these magics next time. I must go to Durmstrang if I have a chance."

Krum said listlessly: "It's okay, but it's not the best."

Andy walked to Harry: "I heard that you have had a miserable life these days."

Harry was hesitant to speak.

Among the other warriors, he and Andy could talk the most, because both of them were warriors of Hogwarts.

Although Andy occasionally talked nonsense, he actually had no hostility towards him.

Nevertheless, thinking of Andy's words that day, Harry didn't want to cry to Andy about these things anymore, which made him feel that he was really hypocritical.

Harry changed the subject and looked at Andy in surprise: "How did you get to talk to him? Ron wanted to ask him for an autograph but never succeeded."

Andy said: "As long as you don't talk to him about Quidditch, you can talk about anything."

"How could that be? Isn't he a Quidditch star?" Harry was puzzled.

Andy: "Think about the scene where everyone comes to you for an autograph and talks about the savior."

Harry empathized instantly. It turned out that Krum also had such troubles.

At this time, Ludo Bagman clapped his hands and motioned everyone to look over: "Today, we will carefully check the wands of each warrior to ensure that there are no mistakes in the competition."

"We will do it one by one. After Professor Dumbledore and the necessary relevant personnel arrive, we will officially start."

The heavily made-up witch suddenly stood up and said, "Since it hasn't started yet, do you mind if I..."

Ludo Bagman smiled and said, "Of course, Rita."

The witch called Rita stood up neatly, walked to Andy and Harry, and said, "Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"Two Hogwarts warriors are not yet seventeen years old. Readers will like your story."

"Let's do it one by one, okay?"

She grabbed Andy's arm without saying anything and dragged him into a small room next to where brooms were stored.

Andy was shocked: "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Rita Skeeter's heart collapsed, she turned her head stiffly and said, "I just want to do a small interview with you..."

"Oh, so."

Andy and Rita Skeeter walked into the small room and closed the door.

There were no chairs or seats here, and Andy took the lead in choosing a more comfortable wooden box

.

Rita Skeeter could only put half of her buttocks on a wobbly bucket.

As soon as she entered the small room, the smile on Rita Skeeter's face disappeared.

She looked at Andy meaningfully, as if she was looking at a prey that was within reach.