As Halloween comes to an end, Jon finds that his peaceful life has been shattered.

As soon as he appeared in the hallway, someone would immediately whisper and chatter about him.

Zacharis Smith and Ernie McMillan were also quite deliberately close to him, spending the rest of the night by his side.

"I suspect Durmstrang students will be looking for an opportunity to attack you and help Krum improve his chances of winning;

Zacharis was fine, and with Ernie McMillan's small stature, Jon was quite suspicious that he would have to protect him if he really got into a fight.

Under such a strict "surveillance", it is impossible to go to the Room of Request, and there is no chance to go to see Astoria secretly.

The only opportunities to meet Astoria are Potions and Magical Beasts......

To be honest, their relationship was more or less normal, and Astoria's mood had stabilized, but Jon always felt that there was a little more of an inexplicable gap between them......

......

In Thursday's herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout was introducing them to an herb.

A type of vine with many spikes on it.

"Devil vines, ghost vines for short!" Professor Sprout said as he carefully watered the vines, "It grows in the tropics, often climbs on the rocks and trunks of trees in the rainforest, and grows into a giant vine......

“...... Their spikes can pierce through very hard leather, and they have a strong paralyzing poison, and some magical creatures with high magic resistance are often paralyzed and lose their strength by them......"

Jon listened intently, thinking about the Ukrainian Iron-Bellied Dragon......

There was a sudden knock on the door of the greenhouse, interrupting his train of thought.

A Ravenclaw first-year student barged in.

"What's the matter?" Professor Sprout frowned.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm going to take Jon Hart upstairs. The first-year student said timidly, "All the warriors are going, and I think they are going to take pictures and check their wands." ”

"Really?" Professor Sprout smiled softly, then patted Jon on the shoulder, "Go ahead, Jon...... If you still want to know about the oni vine, you can come to me in the greenhouse tonight. ”

"Yes, Professor. Jon nodded, then slung his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and headed for the door.

"Mr. Hart, you are amazing!" Leaving the greenhouse, the Ravenclaw freshman couldn't help but exclaim, "Warriors of Hogwarts!"

"Thank you!" Jon smiled politely, "Where are we going?"

"A classroom on the fourth floor, you come with me!"

......

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

The other three warriors had arrived, and Jon saw Ludo Bagman talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

Wicktor Krum's face was as gloomy as ever, Harry Potter was standing there a little bewildered, and Fleur Delacour looked a little bored, and when she saw Jon coming, she gracefully walked over and the two chatted casually in French.

"Everyone's here, let's introduce Miss Rita Skeeter. Mr. Bagman stood up, pointed to the magenta-robed witch, and said, "She's writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet......"

Rita Skeeter is a conspicuous woman with weird curly hair on her head that looks particularly awkward with her big chin face, and she wears a pair of jeweled glasses. Thick fingers clutched the crocodile leather handbag.

"Ludo, I didn't think this was a small article!" she stared excitedly at Harry Potter's face.

Poor Harry, the bottom of his heart is hairy to be seen.

Rita Skeeter's interview began, and to no surprise, she only asked a few words for the other three, and then dragged Harry to the little dark room, and after a long time, he was so excited that he ran out with a flushed face and parchment.

Krum didn't care, or there was no expression on his face, and Fleur was a little dissatisfied.

She couldn't help but curse the female reporter in French.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived in time and politely drove Rita Skeeter out.

......

The three referees, Madame Maxim, Karkaroff and Barty Crouch, have also arrived.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders. Dumbledore sat down, "He's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good shape before the game." ”

The old wizard with two large light-colored eyes quietly appeared in front of them, and he checked the wands of several warriors one by one.

"Nine-and-a-half-inch ...... Strong is good...... Made of maple wood...... Contains a baby's hair. ”

"Hornbeam wood, containing the tendinous cord of the dragon's heart...... Very hard...... Ten and a quarter of an inch. ”

"Made of holly wood, eleven inches long, it contains a phoenix's tail hair. ”

He babbled past the wands of Fleur, Krum, and Harry, and finally turned his gaze to Jon.

"Yes, Mr. Hart...... We're meeting again!" Mr. Ollivander said with a smile, then took the wand from Jon's hand, "The last time we met, it was like ...... yesterday."

The smile on Ollivander's face froze suddenly.

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Uh...... Professor Dumbledore!" Mr. Ollivander turned around and bowed to Dumbledore slightly, "Can I go to the bathroom first?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later, Ollivander returned, quietly shoving a piece of parchment into his pocket.

He pretended to pick up Jon's wand and examine it.

"Thirteen inches long...... A very special material made of green bamboo...... Iron-eating beast's fluff inside...... he returned the wand to Jon, "I'm very impressed with this wand, Mr. Hart ......"

......

Wait until Mr. Ollivander leaves......

"Picture, Dumbledore, picture!" Bagman excitedly shouted, "What do you think of the referee and the warriors taking a picture, Rita?"

It took a long time to take pictures.

Because Madame Maxim was able to block others no matter where she stood, it may be that the room was too small for the photographer to stand very far.

In the end she had to sit down on a stool, and everyone else stood around her in a circle.

As the photo shoot was over, Jon hurried out of the room, leaving Harry Potter alone, and Rita Skeeter dragged him into the dark room again to take a solo photo.

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