I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

This own goal was caught off guard. The judges were lucky, especially Dumbledore, who was not stimulated by the bright light at all. However, the contestants were different. They were all stimulated to the point where their noses and tears flowed down. , so embarrassed.

Fortunately, the bright light of the leaves will not harm its owner, Catherine.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Mr. Ollivander asked Harry to come forward with red eyes.

After taking Harry's wand, Ollivander's red and swollen eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had seen a long-lost good friend.

"Yes, yes, I remember it very clearly. I was so impressed with your wand, Mr. Potter."

Harry also remembered it as if it happened yesterday.

In the summer of 1991, on his eleventh birthday, Hagrid took him into Mr. Ollivander's wand shop. Harry still remembered that he had tried almost all the wands before finally settling on this one - it was made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and had a phoenix tail feather inside. He could still remember the surprised look on Mr. Ollivander's face when he saw that the wand fit him perfectly.

When Ollivander kept praising how wonderful, wonderful, and wonderful it was, Harry asked why. The answer Ollivander gave at that time was that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand was the same as the one in Voldemort's wand. The feathers in the wand were plucked from the same bird.

Harry had always kept this secret in his heart. Like Ron, who had the best relationship with him, or Principal Dumbledore, whom he trusted most, Harry never mentioned it to them.

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he recalled this.

Damn it, Mr. Ollivander shouldn't tell this secret, right?

Barbie is Qing... If Mr. Ollivander wants to go out, Rita Skeeter might make some big news...

Fortunately, Mr. Ollivander was not a big talker, which made Harry feel relieved.

Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than the others. Finally, he caused a stream of wine to squirt from the wand, handed it back to Harry, and loudly announced that it was in excellent condition.

Harry felt relieved at this moment. He glanced at Mr. Ollivander with a hint of gratitude, but also made Mr. Ollivander feel a little confused.

Good boy, why are you looking at me like that? The wand chose you, not me...

He seemed to have completely forgotten that Voldemort's wand and Harry's wand were "brothers".

"Okay, the wand detection is over here. Thank you everyone for your cooperation," Dumbledore said, standing up at the referee's table. "I think you are a little tired after standing for so long, so... you Just go back and rest, maybe it’s more convenient to go directly to eat, since the meal will be served soon anyway.”

Catherine stood up and prepared to leave, but the referee, Mr. Ludo Bagman, who was sitting not far away, jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Taking pictures, hey, Dumbledore, let's take pictures!" Bagman shouted excitedly, "After all, this is a grand event that has been rare in many years. It would be more interesting for our referees and warriors to have an intimate group photo. Commemorative—what do you think, Rita?”

As he said this, Mr. Bagman looked back at Ms. Rita Skeeter, seemingly looking for an ally to support his words. "

Rita Skeeter glanced at Louis first. Seeing that Louis had no objection and even nodded to her without any trace, she said: "Well... okay, let's take a group photo first." She said , his eyes fell on Harry again, "Maybe I'll take some single photos later."

It took a long time to take pictures. After all, the combination of these people was too strange-the tall Mrs. Maxim would block others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to Standing far away, taking her completely into the shot, she finally had to sit down at Louis's suggestion, with the others standing around her.

Karkaroff kept twirling his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. Krum's behavior was not consistent with his status as a Quidditch star. I thought he would be used to taking pictures like this, but unexpectedly he was hiding behind everyone.

Are you shy of a bubble teapot? Seeing such a hunky-backed man with a trace of blush on his face, Louis really wanted to throw him into the bathroom, or the girls' bathroom.

The photographer seemed particularly eager to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into a more prominent position, as if he were her illegitimate son.

Marilyn Chabanol stood beside Cedric more cautiously. She chatted better with Cedric and seemed to want to have a good relationship with him; while Vasily Petrenko also tried hard to put himself She shrank closer to Cedric, probably intending to have a good relationship with him.

It seems that Cedric's affinity is really quite high.

Catherine stood behind Mrs. Maxim very casually. This was Mrs. Maxim's arrangement - she liked and admired Catherine very much. If Dumbledore hadn't been sitting next to her, he would have probably asked Catherine if she had transferred to another school. intention.

But this was impossible after all. After all, it was impossible for Catherine to leave Louis and go to Beauxbatons alone.

So the final position for taking pictures was that Madame Maxime was sitting in the middle. Since the principal of Beauxbatons was also sitting, there must be no preference for one, so the photographer moved two more chairs and let Deng Bledo, the Headmaster and Karkaroff also sat beside her; Catherine stood in the middle, behind Madame Maxime; on her side were Marilyn, Cedric and Harry, who stood Behind Principal Dumbledore.

On the other side of Catherine were Fleur who looked confused, Vasily who looked unwilling, and Viktor.

It seemed that Fleur probably didn't understand why her position was squeezed out by Marilyn.

The photographer worked very hard and took several photos from various angles before it was over.

Then, Ms. Rita Skeeter insisted on taking individual photos of the warriors one by one. It took a long time for them to finally end this long photo tour in every sense.

Rita was very good at doing things. She made an excuse that the warriors could invite their best friends to take a group photo together. Along the way, she also took several more photos of Louis and Catherine as a souvenir.

Harry reluctantly looked at Qiu Zhang and Cedric taking a group photo together with eyes full of Cedric, which was more or less a taste of it.

Fortunately, Ginny came over in time, took Ron and Hermione together, and took many photos with Harry.

Rita looked at Ginny and Hermione with bright eyes. She had already made countless drafts in her mind, as if she was trying to figure out how to write about how Harry, the savior and Hogwarts warrior, had two boats.

Love triangles are the most eye-catching topic in the world. It doesn’t matter which country or group it is in, and wizards are naturally not immune to it.

…

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was before the start of the first game.

Louis has seen Harry only a few times in the Great Hall recently, and he also knows that due to Ms. Rita Skeeter's report, Harry's life is not very good - certainly not not very good, just a little It's complicated. Ms. Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament was published. It was more of an embellished description of Harry's life than a report on the Triwizard Tournament.

A large amount of space on the first page of the newspaper was taken up by a picture of Harry. The entire article was about Harry. The names of the rest of the warriors were squeezed into the last line, and Fleur's name was also included. Misspelled.

Hufflepuff, who had already reconciled, naturally wouldn't say anything more, but Harry still felt a little guilty. For this, he went to Cedric to apologize, but he didn't expect that Cedric was very sunny and generous. She patted him to show that it was nothing and it was not his fault.

When Louis watched Harry talking to him about Cedric like this, he always felt like he saw Ronaldo mentioning Kaka...

But Harry's troubles came not from other people's hostility, but from the bias in Rita Skeeter's reporting.

His face felt hot every time he thought about what Ms. Skeeter had said to him in the broom stall.

"You don't want your parents to be embarrassed by you, do you, Potter?"

Harry could still recall Ms. Skeeter's burning gaze at that time, which could even burn a hole in someone's face.

Not to mention Ms. Skeeter's article in the Daily Prophet, Harry felt like he was socially dead.

"I think it was my parents who gave me strength. I know if they could see me now, they would be very proud of me."

"...Yes, I still cry for them sometimes at night, and I don't feel ashamed to admit it."

"I know nothing can hurt me in the game, because they are protecting me..."

Not only did Rita Skeeter turn his hemming and hawing into many disgusting tirades, but she also asked other people what they thought of him.

"Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family." Colin Creevey, who claims to be Harry's close friend, said.

"Harry is inseparable from a girl named Hermione Granger. Miss Granger is stunningly beautiful and was born in a Muggle family. Like Harry, she is also one of the top students in the school." A reluctant The Gryffindor classmate who revealed his name said, "Perhaps it's the mutual sympathy between geniuses that's why their relationship is so good. God, I even think they will be a better match together..."

Since this article appeared, Harry has fallen into all kinds of strange looks. There are mother fans, mainly senior school sisters, such as Angelina, who feel sorry for the "Midnight" character created by Ms. Skeeter. The poor little boy who secretly cried in bed and missed his mother would always greet Harry and look at him with a heart-warming look. The distress on his face was obvious.

The other part is dominated by yin and yang, such as Draco. When they were in Potions class together, Harry was accidentally made to cry, and Draco happened to see it.

"Oh, Potter, what's wrong with you?" Draco asked with a very concerned tone, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Harry, "Use this to wipe your tears, poor kid, you must I miss my mother..."

For a moment, Harry really wanted to hit Draco with an Expelliarmus, the Expelliarmus Master kind of Expelliarmus.

Others were ridiculing him for his "excellent grades". Yes, it also happened in Potions class, but the one who ridiculed him became Snape.

"Top student... Tsk..." Snape looked at Harry with a look that looked at rubbish, and looked at Harry with extreme disgust, "I don't know when you became a top student, Potter, I just hope that Snape Ms. Kit’s standards are not those of Longbottom classmates.”

When Neville's name was mentioned, he shook his hand and sprinkled water on Seamus' legs.

Snape had long been used to it. He didn't even insult Neville, but said calmly: "Five points from Gryffindor. I hope what is spilled on Mr. Finnigan's legs next time will not be something poisonous." potion."

Of course, this embarrassment was not limited to Harry, Hermione was also in trouble.

"Just her? Amazingly beautiful?" Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson made a strange noise when she saw Hermione. "What is she judging based on? Oh, if she is in the beaver family, Glen Miss Jie is indeed amazingly beautiful..."

Immediately, a burst of ridicule broke out among her group of girls.

Needless to say, the entire Slytherin community knew Hermione's nickname - Beaver... This was also thanks to Catherine three years ago.

Hermione imitated Catherine's demeanor, glanced at them with a very queenly contempt, strode forward with her chin raised, as if she heard nothing.

This effect was very good, and the Slytherin girls suddenly felt a little uninteresting.

The most miserable people right now are Ginny and Ron.

It hurts, it hurts so much, my boyfriend/girlfriend was fired from my job, butter beer went down my throat and my heart ached.

Ron was sitting in the auditorium a little depressed, drinking butterbeer alone. Even though he trusted his good brother Harry very much and did not believe that Hermione would betray him, he still couldn't stop thinking about the Daily Prophet. something written on it.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to. He originally wanted to go to Louis, but the maid told him that Louis was not available for the time being, so he could only sit in the auditorium, order a glass of butterbeer and slowly drink away his sorrows.

Although there is no alcohol.

"Ronald!" He heard someone calling him, a familiar voice. When he looked back, he felt someone kiss him.

It's Hermione.