Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Ollivander came to the open space in the middle and looked at the three people in front of him.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

As an expert on wands, he could tell at a glance that Fleur's wand was the most special one among all the people present, so he was naturally very curious.

"Okay." Fleur walked over lightly and handed him the wand in her hand.

"That's right," Ollivander put the wand close to his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Nine and a half inches... maple... the core of the wand is... oh, it's Veela's hair."

"It's my grandma's hair." Fleur said.

"I see." Ollivander said, "Although I think a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful, but if you think it's suitable..."

He waved his wand.

"The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers bloomed at the tip of the staff.

"Very good, very good, in good condition." Ollivander returned the flowers and wand to Fleur.

"Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Krum stood up and thrust his wand over listlessly.

But this time Ollivander was not as enthusiastic as before.

"Hmm...Gregovitch's product," he said, "Horbeam...fire dragon heart tendon...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

With a loud bang, several birds flew out.

"Very good." He returned the wand to Krum, "Then, there's only one left..."

Kyle walked over immediately.

"Oh, this is my product, isn't it." Ollivander said excitedly.

If the first two times were due to interest and work needs, then he is really happy now.

His work participated in the Triwizard Tournament, which was also an honor for him.

It would be a shame if there were only wands made by Grigovitch and not his.

"Yes, I remember it very clearly..." Ollivander seemed to be caught up in a certain memory, "I found a particularly tall cedar tree in the center of the black forest. In order to remove a branch from it, I I have been discussing with the Bowtruckles for several days...and the phoenix tail feather..."

Ollivander vividly described the origin of the wand as if telling a story, spending more time than the previous two times combined.

five minutes later……

"Flashes of light."

A soft white light emitted from the wand, and Ollivander returned the wand to Kyle.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table. "Now you can go back to class...or it would be more convenient to go directly to eat. Anyway, get out of class will be over soon."

Afterwards, they took group photos of the warriors and several individual photos. Then finally left the room.

The referees went upstairs to the principal's office together, while Kyle and Fleur prepared to go downstairs to the auditorium for lunch.

However, just as Kyle reached the stairs, a claw-like hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Ms. Skeeter, what do you mean?" Kyle frowned.

"Just a few questions, honey... for the Daily Prophet." Rita Skeeter said with an obvious smirk on her face.

"I think I just made it clear that I will not accept your visit." Kyle said.

However, Rita Skeeter still didn't let go, and even seemed more excited.

Her crocodile leather handbag had been opened, and inside, there was a fancy quill writing something quickly on a roll of parchment.

"The young and handsome warrior finally found his true love at Hogwarts. He was completely immersed in Fleur Delacour's stunning beauty and wanted to stick to her side almost every moment..."

"Leave the pen alone, Kyle," Rita Skeeter said. "Can you tell me why you want to sign up?"

"Let's go, Kyle, and ignore her," Fleur said.

"No, I changed my mind." Kyle smiled: "I decided to accept Ms. Skeeter's visit."

The shorthand quill in the handbag pulsed again.

"He is keen on improving his reputation, and Sir Merlin cannot satisfy him. In order to make himself more famous, he even gave up his date with Miss Fleur..."

Kyle took a deep breath. Fortunately, because of the angle, Fleur couldn't see the words on the parchment.

Later, after Kyle said a few words to Fleur, he walked into an empty classroom next to him.

"Tell me how you feel about the upcoming game." Rita Skeeter asked eagerly as soon as she entered the door: "Are you excited or nervous?"

"All of them." Kyle found a seat and sat down casually. "But more importantly, I feel lucky."

"Oh?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously, "Is it because I was chosen?"

"No, it's because you're here." Kyle looked her up and down, "You gave me the best excuse."

"Excuse? What do you mean?" Rita Skeeter felt a little unable to keep up with Kyle's thoughts. This situation rarely happened in her career.

"Of course it's an excuse for failure." Kyle stretched and smiled: "I've read your article... To be honest, using it as rubbish is just a compliment."

"you……"

"Don't worry, Miss Skeeter, just hear me out."

Kyle waved his hand, ignored the rapidly beating shorthand quill, and continued: "But it's not without its benefits...because once my grades are too bad, I can tell everyone that it was because of your reading. Only if you write articles will you become restless and lose the game.

In this way, no one will scold me. Do you think I am lucky? "

As he said that, Kyle himself laughed first.

Rita Skeeter also smiled, "You can't, you are Sir Merlin..."

"No, I will." Kyle said, "As you just said, I am only fifteen years old and the youngest among the warriors. It is too difficult to win.

But I don’t want to bear the notoriety caused by failure. This is the only way to keep my reputation, right? "

The smile on Rita Skeeter's face faded.

"They won't believe it."

"No, you are wrong, they will believe it." Kyle shook his finger, "It's still a matter of age... I am three years younger than Fleur and Krum, so I am naturally at a disadvantage. Even if I fail, it will be difficult for everyone to say What.

But after several centuries, the Triwizard Tournament was restarted for the first time, and Hogwarts was completely defeated on its own territory. You can't keep this anger in your heart. "

Rita Skeeter clutched her handbag tightly, her shorthand quill finally coming to a halt.

"So I prepared someone for them to vent their anger on... Oh, it's you, Miss Skeeter."

Kyle continued without even looking at her: "No one cares about the specific reason for my failure and whether it has anything to do with your article. All they need is a punching bag.

And you are just the most suitable candidate. "

Kyle stood up and bowed slightly, "Thank you again!"

Rita Skeeter's face was so gloomy that she seemed to be dripping with water.

As a person who is famous for fiddling with right and wrong, she knows better than anyone else... No one cares about the truth, they only care about what interests them.

The initiator of the failure of the Triwizard Tournament, this hat is too big... If Kyle really did what she just said, then she would most likely be doomed.

Rita Skeeter gasped violently.

When she came here, she got to know Kyle. He was a Hufflepuff. He had a good reputation and was a model student in the eyes of the professor.

And her definition of Kyle is also a Dumbledore-like student.

As a result...looking at Kyle's smiling face, Rita Skeeter felt that she was so wrong.

"Are you really a Hufflepuff?" she asked dryly.

"It's true." Kyle stood up and pushed open the classroom door.

"Oh, by the way." He turned around and said, "I will compensate you after the Triwizard Tournament is over. How about a hundred galleons."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't publish this article?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"I don't think you will." Kyle said, "You are famous for not being afraid of power. How could you give up publishing an article just because of my few words? This is not the unruly Sky in my mind. Miss special."

After that, Kyle left without looking back.

Rita Skeeter stood there, her expression changing.

She was a little lucky.

Although his definition of Kyle was wrong, fortunately, he also made the same mistake.

Rita Skeeter picked up the roll of parchment full of words and tore it into pieces while showing a sarcastic smile.

"We'll see...you really shouldn't have told me this."