"Okay Harry." Cedric came up, and under the watchful eyes of Ron and Hermione, he smiled and invited, "Go for a drink together? If you want."

"Oh...well, yes, yes." This kind of grown-up feeling made Harry feel that it wasn't bad, and he immediately accepted the invitation. In all honesty, he didn't want to make the relationship with Hufflepuff House too tense. .

To put it bluntly, Harry also felt that he was unreasonable. He was obviously not allowed to participate in the age group, and he even did this kind of thing. If it weren't for the support of his Gryffindor classmates, he might Didn't he want to thank the world with death for a long time.

Harry's heart is actually quite sensitive and fragile.

Seeing their own warriors and Gryffindor warriors leaving together, the little Hufflepuff badgers couldn't laugh at Gryffindor any more, and they all silently took off the badges pinned to their chests, Sit back and continue eating.

The Gryffindors didn't care, they all giggled and pointed to the "Potter Stinks" badge on their chests, laughing so hard that they could almost see their stomachs.

"Hey, George stinks." Fred pointed to his twin George and said with a smile, "It's a pity that Percy has graduated, otherwise we must have such a badge, called - Wetherby Smelly shit."

"Wetherby's meme is hard for you to get through, right?" Louis rolled his eyes and complained.

"Don't you think the name Wetherby is ironic?" George chuckled. "Come to think of it, he admires Mr. Crouch so much, but Mr. Crouch? Can't even remember his The name... omg this is such a disaster, I'd rather kiss Lee Jordan's ass if it happened to me."

"Oh my god, George, you actually have a bad idea about my ass!" Lee Jordan showed an unbelievable expression, "I treat you like a brother, but you actually want to kiss my ass!"

"That's a good brother," interposed Seamus Finnigan, "but you're in danger, George."

"You broke the law, do you know?" George raised his index finger to the surroundings: "I'm so sad, you guys bullied me together..."

"Don't pretend to be George, I'd rather believe that my grandma will never send me shouting letters again!" Neville said suddenly, and the atmosphere fell silent, and then the entire Gryffindor seats burst into laughter .

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

"Dogs that can bite don't bark." Seamus answered, but was slapped on the shoulder by Angelina next to him.

"How do you talk, little brat."

Angelina's expression was very fierce. She inherited the fine tradition of Gryffindor women who hurt when they hit someone. At this moment, she was not fighting alone.

Seamus lowered his head resolutely, he didn't dare to touch Angelina, God knows if the strength of this woman's hitting the Quaffle would affect his head.

Gryffindor has always performed very well in terms of knowing the current affairs.

Courage does not mean mindless recklessness, sometimes it takes a lot of courage to admit counsel.

Almost half an hour later, Harry and Cedric walked back shoulder to shoulder. It was obvious that the two were very happy. At least they both thought that each other was very nice and could be friends.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor once again shook hands and made peace. After all, the "leaders" of the two colleges have already become brothers, and they have no reason to continue to maintain a hostile posture.

Ron was made a little nervous by Louis's words. When he stayed by Harry's side now, he always looked like an unprofessional bodyguard, and everyone looked like a villain with malicious intentions.

In the afternoon, Rita Skeeter came to Hogwarts. After all, the Triwizard Tournament is considered a large-scale event. It can be said that it is a rare event in the magic world in N years. If you don’t come to interview, how popular is it? It's a bit unreasonable.

Rita Skeeter's main purpose of this trip is Harry, come to think of it, the Boy Who Lived, plus the youngest Triwizard Tournament warrior ever combined, this gimmick is excellent big news.

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

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

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

There's no way, this is the boss's girlfriend, if she gets offended by her, she will be the one to suffer.

The content of the interview was also very simple, with a few common and well-regulated questions, and the rest was edited by herself. Catherine answered in front of her, and she began to expand in the notebook, especially focusing on the description of this Slytherin warrior and her Boyfriends support each other along the way. An epic love story.

In short, Ms. Skeeter is very good at flattering, and she flatters both sides very well, and ignores whoever is not too prominent, and the bowl of water is very flat.

Rita was not 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! Here he comes, the seventh warrior... Come in, Harry! Come in, there is nothing to worry about, just the test Ceremony of the wand, the rest of the umpires will be here shortly - by the way, Ms. Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet will give you a small interview."

"Ah?" Harry was a little surprised, there were too many elements and he didn't know which point to pay attention to for a while, so he could only ah like a goose to show his confusion.

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in the future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment." Mr. Bagman said earnestly, "The experts are upstairs. Lido is with you, after your exclusive interview with Ms. Skeeter is over, go upstairs to test the wand...here, this is Ms. Skeeter." As he spoke, he pointed to the witch wearing a magenta robe , "She is writing an interview with the Warriors for the Daily Prophet, as well as some small articles about the Triwizard Tournament."

"Maybe it's not trivial, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said lightly, but looked at Harry without blinking, as if trying to see through him.

Presently she said again: "Before we start, can I have a few words alone with Harry? The youngest warrior, you know, to add a little color to my little essay."

When she said this, she deliberately put the accent on the 'little article', as if she was protesting the little article Mr. Bagman said just now.

"No problem, of course no problem!" cried Mr. Bagman. "It's just—wonder if Harry would object?"

"Ah...well, I'm fine." Harry wanted to object, but he wasn't too embarrassed.

"Great," Rita Skeeter said, grabbing Harry's arm and opening a side door, "We can't stay there, it's too noisy for an interview, we Just say a few words in this cubicle, will you, Harry?"

Harry didn't know whether he should object or not. He looked at Louis for help, but found that Louis had already got up and was about to go upstairs with Catherine.

Well, now I can only rely on myself, Harry cheered himself up in his heart, and followed Ms. Skeeter to the small black room next to him.

Of course Louis noticed Harry and Rita's small movements, but he wasn't worried.Rita was one of her own, and she wasn't doing anything bad to Harry, just writing some irrelevant reports in the "Daily Prophet".

The interview was done quickly, and Harry was released in a short while. His eyes are now drawn in circles like mosquito coils. If Cedric hadn't held him up quickly, he might not be out of the small dark room. About to fall.

The place where the wand was detected was said to be upstairs, but it was actually a small attic-style second floor.Behind a velvet-covered table sat the five judges—Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Ludo Bagman, and Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, as well as old acquaintances. Staffer Ollivander.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to several warriors, "The students of Hogwarts are no strangers to him, but I think Beauxbaton and Durmstrang The warriors probably don't know him, he is the best wand maker in the British wizarding world, and now he will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

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

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

"Hmm..." Mr. Ollivander pondered for a moment, and then he twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand shot out many pink and gold sparks.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches. . . very strong. . . of maple. . . . . . . . . .

At this point, Ollivander was duly a little surprised.

"Its core is a Veela hair," Fu Rong said with a smile, "of course, my grandma's hair."

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too sensitive and capricious, but everyone does." Have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers lightly over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises, and muttered, "Orchids in bloom!"

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

"Very good, in good condition." Mr. Ollivander praised, gathered the flowers, and handed them to Fleur together with the wand. "Mr. Digory, it's your turn."

The words were addressed to Cedric.

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

Ollivander took the wand handed over by Cedric. He was slightly stunned, 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 tail of a particularly handsome male unicorn... must have been five or six feet long, and I plucked the unicorn's tail and he almost made me a transparent hole with his horn."

"Twelve and a quarter inches, Eustaceus, well sprung and in excellent condition...Do you tend to it regularly?"

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

Mr. Ollivander shot a string of silvery white smoke rings from the end of Cedric's wand, and the smoke rings drifted from one end of the house to the other. He nodded in satisfaction, returned the wand to Cedric, and called the next person's name.

After testing Marilyn Chabanore's wand, Ollivander handed her the wand back 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 out the wand.

"Well, it looks familiar, but it's a bit different..." Mr. Ollivander took the wand handed by Catherine, and finally let go of his brows after frowning for a long time, "cypress wood, eleven inches, unicorn tail hair Ha, if I remember correctly, this is 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, and after examining the wand carefully, he said, "It seems that your little boyfriend is very remarkable. Something, but at least... I haven't seen a more outstanding wand than it - the tip of this wand is a leaf full of life, but I can clearly feel that it has a lot to my fire magic growth effect."

"Love, the greatest magic in the world." After Mr. Ollivander muttered without thinking, he recited a spell.

"Lumos! (Lumos)"

This is great, like a flash bomb has exploded, and a violent strong light burst out from the tip of Ye Zi's staff.Catherine and Ollivander were the first to bear the brunt, but because Catherine was the owner of the leaves, they were not harmed, but Mr. Ollivander was miserable. He was so sexual that he still didn't forget to return the wand to Catherine.

Not only Ollivander, but all the people in the room staring at the wand were shocked by the fluorescent flashes. They covered their eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes.

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