I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"Okay Harry." Cedric walked up, and under the guarded eyes of Ron and Hermione, he smiled and extended an invitation, "Let's go have a drink together? If you want."

"Oh...well, yes, yes." This feeling of being an adult made Harry feel that it was not bad. He immediately accepted the invitation. To be honest, he did not want to make the relationship with Hufflepuff House too tense. .

To put it bluntly, Harry himself felt that he was being unreasonable. He was obviously in an age group that was not allowed to participate, yet he still did something like this. If it weren't for the support of his Gryffindor classmates, he would probably have done something like this. Didn’t I long ago want to die to thank the world?

Harry's heart is actually quite sensitive and fragile.

Seeing that their own warriors and Gryffindor's warriors were gone together, the little badgers of Hufflepuff could no longer mock Gryffindor, so they all silently took off the badges on their chests. Sit back and continue eating.

The Gryffindors didn't care. They all pointed to the "Potter Stinky" badge on their chests and laughed so hard that their stomachs were almost visible.

"Hey, George stinks." Fred pointed at his twin George and said with a smile, "But it's a pity that Percy has graduated, otherwise we must get a badge like this, called - Wetherby Smelly shit.”

"You can't get over this Weatherby thing, can you?" Louis rolled his eyes and complained.

"Don't you think the name Weatherby is very ironic?" George chuckled, "Think about it, he admires Mr. Crouch so much, but what about Mr. Crouch? He can't even remember him. The name...gosh, this is a disaster, if it happened to me, I'd kiss Lee Jordan's ass."

"Oh my god, George, you actually have an unreasonable desire for my ass!" Lee Jordan showed an expression of disbelief, "I regard you as a brother, and you actually want to kiss my ass!"

"That's a good brother," Seamus Finnigan interjected, "but you're a bit dangerous, George."

"Did you know that you broke the law?" George raised his index finger to the surrounding people: "I'm so sad that you guys actually ganged up to bully me..."

"Stop pretending, George, I would rather believe that my grandma will never send me howling letters again!" Neville suddenly said this, causing the atmosphere to become silent, and then the entire Gryffindor seat burst into laughter. .

"Oh my God, Neville, you are really..." Ron thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words suitable to describe Neville.

"A dog that bites doesn't bark." Simo continued, but was slapped on the shoulder by Angelina beside him.

"What are you talking about, little bastard?"

Angelina's expression was fierce. She inherited the fine tradition of Gryffindor women hitting people very painfully. At this moment, she was not fighting alone.

Seamus lowered his head in resignation. He didn't dare to touch Angelina. God knows whether the force of this woman hitting the Quaffle would affect his head.

Gryffindor has always been very good at understanding current affairs.

Courage does not mean brainless recklessness. Sometimes, it takes a lot of courage to give in.

Almost half an hour later, Harry and Cedric walked back arm-in-arm. It was obvious that both of them were very happy, and at least they thought the other was a good person and could become friends.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor once again shook hands and made peace. After all, the "leaders" of the two houses were already brothers, and they had no reason to continue to be hostile.

Ron was a little nervous by Louis' words. When he stayed with Harry now, he always acted like an unprofessional bodyguard, looking at everyone as a bad guy with malicious intentions.

In the afternoon, Rita Skeeter arrived at Hogwarts. After all, the Triwizard Tournament can be considered a large-scale event. It can be said to be a rare event in the wizarding world in N years. I won’t do an interview to see how popular it is. It's a bit unreasonable.

Rita Skeeter's main purpose here is Harry, and when you think about it, the Boy-Who-Lived, coupled with the youngest Triwizard Champion ever, this gimmick adds up to a great deal. big news.

To be honest, Ms. Skeeter has never paid much attention to money. After all, Louis usually gives a lot of money to the newspaper. She mainly values ​​the topicality of the news. For a fanatical journalist like her, , which can be regarded as a kind of self-realization and self-satisfaction.

There is nothing more satisfying in this world than spiritual satisfaction.

The order of the interviews was in the order of the Goblet of Fire. When it was Catherine's turn, everyone could clearly feel that the originally gossipy Rita Skeeter immediately changed to a serious expression.

There is nothing she can do, this is the boss's girlfriend, if she makes her unhappy, she will be the one who suffers.

The content of the interview was also very simple, with a few ordinary questions. The rest was polished by herself. Catherine answered in front of her. She began to expand in her notebook, focusing especially on describing the Slytherin warrior and her. It’s an epic love story where boyfriends support each other along the way.

In short, Ms. Skeeter is very good at flattering, and flatters both sides very well, without overly highlighting one and ignoring the other. The bowl of water is served very flat.

Rita wasn't afraid that Louis would be unhappy after reading the newspaper. In fact, she dared to write this because there was a hint of Louis in it.

After Catherine's interview ended, Ludo Bagman jumped up and jumped forward quickly: "Ah! He is here, the seventh warrior... Come in, Harry! Come in, there is nothing to worry about, it's just testing. Ceremony of the Wand, the other judges will be arriving soon - by the way, Ms. Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet will give you a small exclusive interview."

"Huh?" Harry was a little surprised. There were so many factors that he didn't know which one to pay attention to at the moment, so he could only make a noise like a goose to show his confusion.

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment." Mr. Bagman said seriously, "The experts are upstairs, working with Dumbledore Let's stay together with Lido. After your interview with Ms. Skeeter is over, go upstairs and test the wand... Well, this is Ms. Skeeter." As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the witch wearing a magenta robe. , "She is writing exclusive interviews with warriors and some short articles about the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet."

"Maybe it's not a trivial matter, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said lightly, but she looked at Harry unblinkingly, as if she wanted to see through him.

After a while, she said again: "Before we begin, can I have a few words with Harry alone? The youngest warrior, you know, just to add a little color to my little article."

When she said this, she deliberately emphasized the word 'small article', as if she was protesting against the small article that Mr. Bagman just said.

"No problem, of course no problem!" Mr. Bagman said loudly, "Just - I wonder if Harry will object?"

"Ah...well, I'm fine." Harry wanted to object, but was too embarrassed.

"Great." Rita Skeeter said. She reached out and grabbed Harry's arm and opened a door next to her. "We can't stay there. It's too noisy over there for an exclusive interview. We Just say a few words in this cubicle, okay, Harry?"

Harry didn't know whether he should object or not. He looked towards Louis for help, only to find that Louis had already stood up and was about to go upstairs with Catherine.

Okay, now I can only rely on myself. Harry cheered himself up in his mind and followed Ms. Skeeter to the small dark room next to it.

Of course Louis noticed Harry and Rita's little antics, but he wasn't worried. Rita was one of her own and would not be unfavorable to Harry. She was just writing some insignificant reports in the Daily Prophet.

The interview was done very quickly, and Harry was released after a while. His eyes were now like mosquito coils with circles drawn in them. If Cedric hadn't caught him with his quick eyes and hands, he wouldn't have been out of the small dark room. About to fall.

The place where the wand was tested was said to be upstairs, but it was actually the second floor of a small attic. Behind the velvet-covered table sat five judges-Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Ludo Bagman and Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, as well as the old acquaintance system Staff Master Ollivander.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to several warriors. "The classmates at Hogwarts are not unfamiliar with him, but I think Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's The warriors may not know him, but he is the best wandmaker in the British wizarding world. Now, it will be up to him to check your wands and make sure they are in good condition before the competition."

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

Fleur Delacour walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm..." Mr. Ollivander pondered for a moment, and then he rotated the wand between his slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he brought the wand closer to his eyes and studied it carefully.

"That's right," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...with...oh, my God!"

Speaking of this, Ollivander showed a little surprise at the right time.

"The core of its wand is a Veela hair," Fleur said with a smile, "Of course, it's my grandma's hair."

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think a wand made of Veela hair would be too sensitive and capricious, but everyone agrees. Have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises, and then muttered in a low voice: "The orchids are blooming!"

As he chanted the spell, a bouquet of flowers bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Very good, in good condition." Mr. Ollivander praised, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand, "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn."

This sentence was said to Cedric.

Fleur returned to her seat lightly and gracefully, and when she passed by Cedric, she smiled brightly at him.

Ollivander took the wand handed over by Cedric. He was stunned for a moment and smiled suddenly: "Ah, this is my product, isn't it? Yes, I remember it very clearly. There is a wand in it from The plucked hair from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn... must have been five or six feet long, and I plucked the unicorn's tail hair and he almost made a transparent hole in me with his horn."

"Twelve and a quarter inches, made of oak wood, good elasticity, in excellent condition... Do you take care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night," Cedric said, grinning warmly.

Mr. Ollivander blew out a string of silvery white smoke rings from the head of Cedric's wand. The smoke rings floated from one end of the house to the other. He nodded with satisfaction, handed the wand back to Cedric, and called Get the next person's name.

After testing Marilyn Chabanor's wand, Ollivander handed the wand back to her and said to Catherine: "Miss Worley, it's your turn."

Catherine stood up, shook her beautiful blond hair, walked up to Mr. Ollivander, and handed over the wand.

"Hmm, it looks familiar, but it's a little different..." Mr. Ollivander took the wand handed over by Catherine, his brows furrowed for a long time and finally dispersed, "cypress wood, eleven inches, unicorn tail hair ...Ha, if I remember correctly, this should be the one I sold to Mr. Mountbatten."

"This wand was given to me by my boyfriend, Mr. Ollivander." Catherine added, "It's the guy you mentioned."

"Well, no wonder." Mr. Ollivander smiled. He took the wand and inspected it carefully before saying, "It seems that your little boyfriend is great. I don't know what interesting things he has added to this wand." Something, but at least... I have never seen a more outstanding wand than it - the tip of this wand is a vibrant leaf, but I can clearly feel that it has a great influence on my fire magic. amplification effect.”

"Love, the greatest magic in the world." Mr. Ollivander muttered a word, then recited a spell.

"Lumos! (Fluorescence)"

This time it was great, like a flash bomb exploding, a violent bright light burst out from the tip of the leaf's staff. Catherine and Ollivander were the first to bear the brunt, but because Catherine was the owner of the leaf, they were not hurt. But Mr. Ollivander was miserable. He was stimulated by the bright light and burst into tears. He covered his eyes with one hand, but professionally Being extremely sexual, he didn't forget to return the wand to Catherine.

Not only Ollivander, but everyone in the room who stared at the wand was slightly shocked by the fluorescent flash. They all covered their eyes, and tears flowed out of the corners of their eyes.