Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Snapped!

Aaron patted his forehead, and then gave Abe a wink.

It understood instantly, took out the box, and placed it on the floor.

Fu Rong opened the box and looked at the various feathers inside, her expression became very strange.

"Why do you spend so much money on these feathers? Do you make wands at home?"

"Who knows?" Aaron spread his hands, "But these things are for my own use, and have nothing to do with wand making."

Fu Rong raised her eyebrows, "What do you use them for?"

"No comment." Aaron said lightly, "But if I'm unlucky, I might use them on the field."

Fu Rong frowned lightly, and said disdainfully, "Damn you."

"I..." Aaron was about to swear, but he choked back when the words came to his lips.

After all, the other party is a woman, and she is arrogant, so there is no need to be as knowledgeable as her.

"After the game, I'll wait for you to apologize to me." Aaron gritted his teeth and left with Abe in his arms.

Fleur, Hagrid, and Hagrid's pet Fang were left in the hut, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent.

Ten seconds later, Hagrid spoke first, "Although referee Adrian is indeed Aaron's sister, it doesn't mean he came in through the back door.

On the contrary, I have never seen a better wizard than him. "

"I'll wait and see." Furong said indifferently.

"Miss Delacour, what do you want from me?"

"Principal Maxim asked me to invite you to come over." Fu Rong said calmly, "Our carriage is relatively close to your residence, and it is also relatively close to the Forbidden Forest. She hopes you can tell us some precautions."

"Should, should.

Dumbledore reminded me too. Hagrid straightened his hair as best he could, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there." "

"Sir." Furong's face was filled with a bright smile, and there was a trace of eagerness in her tone, "The first event of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"It really can't be said, according to the regulations, this is not what you should know now." Hagrid said awkwardly, "And I only know a rough idea, and I can't be sure until the Ministry of Magic ships them over.

But when the time comes, I will definitely take care of it. This job is very interesting, but it is extremely dangerous, and ordinary people can't do it. "

Chapter 362 I have never been so high-profile, a reporter from the "Daily Prophet"

After sending a box of magical animal feathers to the Shenming Temple, Aaron left directly, giving time and space to the thought body.

On the one hand, his magic points are not enough, and he needs to sign in for a few days before he can buy the special mineral in the mall. Before that, he can't make special bullets.

On the other hand, there is still more than half a month before the first project of the Triwizard Tournament begins. The Mindbody needs a quiet space to improve himself, and he also has to learn some new spells or practice drawing the ultimate magic circle.

In other words, before the start of the game, except for receiving the ghost crystal that has not yet been obtained, Aaron and the missing body should not meet again.

In the next few days, Aaron studied and lived as usual, but the change in identity still caused him some trouble.

The warrior of the Triwizard Tournament seemed to be surrounded by a huge halo, and he was the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went.

He doesn't care about those gossips, but it's really embarrassing when the juniors and even the seniors come over to ask for autographs.

What's more terrible is that in the Potions class more than a week later, all the Slytherins wore the same badges, and Aaron's head was added to the logo of the Snake House.

"Who asked you to do it?" Aaron asked angrily and helplessly looking at Draco and the three who were giving out badges.

"Don't say anything if you are moved." Draco patted Aaron's shoulder triumphantly, "This is organized by all Slytherins spontaneously, and everyone uses this method to show their support for you.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shamelessly ripped off our idea, and supporters of Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter now wear similar badges.

But it is not without good news. Naylor spent a lot of effort and even agreed to give Ravenclaw [-] points in next year's Quidditch Cup before reaching an agreement with the Eagle Academy to let most of Ravenclaw Support you.

Now in Hogwarts, you definitely have the most supporters. "

Hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched violently, feeling his whole body split open.

Nima!He hasn't been this high-profile in more than a decade.

After the class bell rang, Professor Snape walked into the classroom.

He glanced at the students in the classroom and found that all the Slytherins were wearing green badges, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, Slytherin is still very united!

Then he turned his attention to Gryffindor and found that Hermione, Ron and a few others were wearing SPEW badges. This made him a little confused, but he didn't care much.

However, the red badges that most people wore in support of Harry Potter made his face look a little ugly.

The student he disliked the most was Harry Potter, and now someone dared to openly support Harry Potter in his class, which was simply challenging his dignity as a teacher.

Just as he was about to speak to Harry Potter, Gryffindor's support object, there was a knock on the door.

Colin Creevey, a third-year Gryffindor, walked into the classroom, "Excuse me, sir, but Mr. Bagman wants me to take the two champions of the Triwizard Tournament upstairs."

"Gaius, you go with him."

"okay!"

Aaron got up quickly, packed his schoolbag neatly, and picked Abe from the table.

"What about Harry Potter?" Colin asked nervously.

"Potter's level of potion preparation is incomparable to that of Gaius. He needs to postpone it for an hour."

"But Professor, the warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be there, and Mr. Bagman is talking about all the warriors."

"Okay!" Snape said impatiently, "Potter, take your schoolbag and disappear from my sight."

When Harry walked out of the classroom, he still felt a little unrealistic. For the first time, he felt that Colin was so pleasing to the eye that he could save him from Snape's clutches.

"You guys are amazing!" Colin said in admiration, "Two fourth-year wizards can keep pace with three seventh-year wizards."

Aaron smiled far-fetchedly, "What does Mr. Bagman want from us?"

"It seems to be taking pictures." Colin said thoughtfully, "I saw the reporters from the "Daily Prophet" coming, and their cameras are much better than mine."

"Pretty, I'll embarrass myself further." Harry said gloomily.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, "Harry, I hope your crow's mouth won't work this time!"

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is to pray for Merlin's blessing now, and the "Daily Prophet" must not interview you." Aaron said in a deep voice, "Rita Skeeter is the most unprofessional reporter, Arthur Weiss Lay, Alastor Moody had suffered at her hands.

It's not an ordinary embarrassment to be targeted by her, and it's just a coincidence that you, the wizard who defeated the mysterious man, are more valuable to interview than anyone else. "

When Harry heard this, his face turned slightly pale, and he also felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"It can't be so unlucky!"

"I hope not." Aaron shrugged.

"Here we are." Colin led them outside a room, "Good luck."

The two looked at each other, knocked on the door, and walked in.

This is a small classroom. Most of the tables and chairs have been emptied, leaving only the five chairs in the middle, and a row of long tables and empty seats in front of the podium. At first glance, it looks like an interview site.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour came here one step ahead. Viktor had a gloomy face and exuded an aura of keeping strangers away, while Cedric But Ke and Furong had a happy chat.

In addition to the three, there is Ludo Bagman, a potbellied photographer, and a witch in a red robe.

"Harry, did you pray just now?" Aaron said half-jokingly.

"Did not have time."

"That's over." Aaron sighed. "She's Rita Skeeter."

"what?"

Harry looked at the gorgeously dressed witch in glasses studded with jewels, and he didn't feel guilty from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he just wanted to reduce his sense of existence. It was sad enough to be framed to participate in the extremely dangerous Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't want to experience a social death before participating.

"Here they come," Bagman said to Rita Skeeter. "The fourth and fifth warriors."

"Mr. Bagman." Aaron said directly, "I still have some things to do, so..."

"Understood, I won't waste much of your time.

It's the wand-testing ceremony, and the other judges will be here shortly. "

"Is it just to detect the wand?" Aaron looked at the photographer and Rita Skeeter, expressing serious doubts about Bagman's words.

"Uh... I still need some pictures of you five warriors.

This is Rita Skeeter, and she's writing an article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet. "

Rita Skeeter smiled and looked at the five people, ignoring Cedric, Krum, and Fleur, hesitating between Aaron and Harry for a few seconds, and finally locked onto the hair on Harry Potter's head. scar.

"Ludo, can I have a few words with Harry before we start testing wands?

You know, his identity can add a lot of color to the article. "

"No problem." Bagman said loudly, "I just... don't know if Harry objects?"

"No." Aaron said immediately, "Mr. Bagman and Ms. Skeeter, Harry's condition is not particularly good today, so..."

"Yes." Harry responded, and said cooperatively, "I have a cold, and Madam Pomfrey let me have a good rest this morning."

"Is that so?" A look of displeasure flashed in Rita Skeeter's eyes, and then she turned her attention to Aaron, "Then I wonder if Mr. Gaius is free?"

"Uh...it should be..."

"Great." Rita Skeeter didn't give Aaron a chance to object, and grabbed Aaron's arm directly, her two-inch long red nails gripping tightly like claws.

But the next moment an embarrassing thing happened, no matter how hard she pulled, Aaron remained motionless.

"It's a lot of strength! Mr. Gaius." Rita Skeeter let go of her hand in embarrassment.

"Barely force it!" Aaron showed a harmless smile. His physical fitness can be said to be the peak of human beings, and Rita Skeeter's strength can't beat him at all.

"Haha! Can you go out and talk with me if you can?"

"Sorry, that probably won't work.

Dumbledore reminded me that there must be no interviews of any kind. "Aaron said solemnly, "You know, he is the principal, so it is necessary to listen to what he says. "

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth, and then cast her eyes on Diggory unwillingly, "The oldest and most competitive warrior in Hogwarts, you should..."

Before the words were finished, the door opened again, and Albus Dumbledore walked in first, followed by Barty Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim and Adrian K. Ryan, and finally Garrick Ollivander.

After the six people arrived, they spontaneously sat in the referee's seat in front of the podium, and Ludo Bagman naturally joined them.

"You guys go ahead first." Rita Skeeter said wittily, and then stepped aside with the photographer.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said after sitting down, "He is a famous master wand maker. He will check your wands and make sure they are in good condition before the game."

"Aaron, you come first!" Ollivander smiled kindly.

"Okay, Uncle."

"Uncle, is this your uncle?" Fleur looked at Aaron in astonishment, Cedric and Kurum looked a little unnatural, and even Maxim and Karkaroff's eyes twitched slightly.

It doesn't matter if my sister is a referee, but my uncle is also a prosecutor. This relationship is somewhat outrageous.

"He is my grandnephew." Ollivander explained, "But Ollivander's rules will not change because of his personal status.

I'm only responsible for checking that the wand is in good condition, and I don't care about the rest. "

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Chapter 363 Magic wand detection, I don’t want to be in the newspaper

"Twelve inches, yew and dragon nerves," Ollivander said emotionally, then waved his wand, and a flame was released from it, turning into bright fireworks in mid-air.

"Hmm...it seems to have fallen from a great height."

"There was one time, but that time was really an accident." Aaron said embarrassingly. He was forced to free fall during his first trip to another world last year. He couldn't control this kind of force majeure. .

"Really?" Ollivander frowned slightly, and stared at Aaron with silver pupils, "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but your wand seems to have experienced a lot of wind and rain."

"Uh...that was also an accident, it's inconvenient to tell you this."

Ollivander smiled playfully, and didn't ask any more questions, just returned the wand to him, "There is no problem with the wand, although it has been a bit vicissitudes, it is in good condition.