I'm the paper king 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.

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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 in the competition, yet he still did something like this. If it weren't for the support of his Gryffindor classmates, he would have been afraid of it.

Didn’t I long ago want to die to thank the world?

Harry is actually quite sensitive and fragile inside.

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 at 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.

Name...gosh, this is a disaster, if it happened to me, I'd rather kiss Lee Jordan's ass."

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

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

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 herself.

It’s an epic love story where boyfriends support each other along the way.

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.

"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.

To be honest, Ms. Skeeter has never paid much attention to money. After all, Louis usually allocates a lot of money to the newspaper. The most important thing for her is the topicality of the news. For a fanatical journalist like her,

, which can be regarded as a kind of self-realization and self-satisfaction.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

The interview was done very quickly, and Harry was let out after a while. His eyes were now filled with circles like mosquito coils. If Cedric hadn't been able to hold him with his quick eyes and hands, he wouldn't have been out of the small dark room.

About to fall.

This sentence was said to Cedric.

After Catherine's interview ended, Ludo Bagman jumped up and jumped forward quickly: "Ah! Here he is, the seventh warrior... Come in, Harry! Come in, there is nothing to worry about, it's just testing.

Wand ceremony, the other judges will arrive soon - by the way, Ms. Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet will do a small exclusive interview with you."

"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.

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"This is a good brother." Seamus Finnigan interjected, "But you are a bit dangerous, George."

Gryffindor has always been very good at understanding current affairs.

"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.

You have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

"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 let out an ahhh like a goose to show his confusion.

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

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

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

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.

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, gave the wand back to Cedric, and called

Got the next person's name.

Having said this, Ollivander showed a little surprise at the right time.

In this world, nothing is more satisfying than spiritual satisfaction.

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.

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

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 her.

The main purpose of Rita Skeeter's trip is Harry. Think about it, the Boy-Who-Lived, plus the youngest champion in the history of the Triwizard Tournament. This kind of gimmick adds up to a great deal.

big news.

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

"What are you talking about, little bastard?"

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

"Well..." Mr. Ollivander pondered for a moment, then he rotated the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he brought the wand close to his eyes again.

, looked at it carefully.

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

"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 on one side.

, "She is writing exclusive interviews with warriors and some short articles about the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet."

Ollivander took the wand handed over by Cedric. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled suddenly: "Ah, this is my product, isn't it? Yes, I remember 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."

"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?"

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

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

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.

"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, he will check your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the competition."

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.

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

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."

Of course, Louis noticed the little actions of Harry and Rita, but he was not worried. Rita was also one of her own and would not be harmful to Harry. She was just writing some insignificant reports in the Daily Prophet.

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!"

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

The place where the wand is tested is said to be upstairs, but it is actually the second floor of a small attic style. Behind the velvet-covered table sit five judges - Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and Ludo

·Bagman and Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, as well as their old acquaintance the cane maker Ollivander.

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

"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."

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

"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."

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

"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 - the tip of this wand is a vibrant leaf, but I can clearly feel that it has a great influence on my fire magic.

The amplification effect.”

"Love, the greatest magic in the world." Mr. Ollivander muttered a word without knowing anything, and 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 Ye Ye's staff. Catherine and Ollivander were the first to bear the brunt, but because Catherine was the owner of Ye Ye, they were not affected.

No harm was done, but Mr. Ollivander was miserable. He was stimulated by the bright light and burst into tears. He covered his eyes with one hand, but he was extremely professional and did not forget to return the wand to Catherine.

Not only Ollivander, but everyone in the room who was staring 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.