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. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desks, there are five chairs, one of which sits Ludo Bagman.

A pot-bellied man with a large black camera that smokes slightly is watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

"What is your wand made of?Draco?" Fleur inquired as if asking a normal thing, and the two of them were now close together in their chairs.

"Miss Delacour, can I understand that you are spying on something?" Malfoy raised his eyelids a little sleepily and made a joke.

"Is there anything worth keeping secret, isn't it going to be made public later, aren't we here today to let them check their wands?" said Fleur with some resentment.

"It seems that the two Warriors of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have a good relationship. There was a round of applause behind them, and Fleur quickly looked back to see a witch in a magenta robe smiling at the two of them.

"Ahh Malfoy sneezed, and Fleur turned abruptly, shampoo-scented strands of hair running across the tip of his nose, making him tickle.

"Who are you?" asked Fleur.

"Master Malfoy, we're meeting again!" the woman smiled as she approached the two of them at the same time, ignoring Fleur's question for the time being.

"Mr. Lucius will be proud of you. She said flatteringly, and then she reached out to Fleur and said, "Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a special correspondent for this Goblet of Fire, and the Daily Prophet needs me to write a few little articles for them." ”

"Vulgar fat, vulgar taste. Fleur took a step back in disgust, looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her, and didn't bother to maintain even the most basic politeness.

Her hair was made into delicate, stiff, grotesque curls that looked particularly awkward with her face with her big chin. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. Fat fingers clutched the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were more than two inches long and painted red.

Fleur didn't quite feel it when she was still at the door just now, but now that the woman approached, she was shocked to realize that a strong and incomparable disgust suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Oh, hehe......" Rita smiled awkwardly, not knowing if it was because she was used to it or something else.

"This is the famous Mr. Victor Krum, you are even more handsome than you look in the pictures, can I interview you with a few questions?" In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Rita chose to switch targets and aimed at the silent Durmstrang warriors in the corner.

Krum closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had fallen asleep against the corner.

It wasn't possible that there was only one person who hated her, but Krum used it in a way that tactfully did that.

"Harry Potter!" was when her savior finally came, and she found an interview subject who was not going to refuse her, and Harry was leaning in through the doorway when she saw a middle-aged woman rushing towards him excitedly.

"Now everyone is here, hurry, let's start, the referees can't wait. Ludo Bagman stood up at this point, ready to lead the warriors to the next check.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we begin?" she asked Bagman, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Harry, "You know the youngest warrior...... To add a little color to the article. ”

"No problem!" Bagman cried out, "it's—I wonder if Harry is against it?"

"Hmm-" Harry said.

"Well, that little imp is a little pathetic. Fleur showed a rare sense of compassion at this time. "I almost choked on the smell of that inferior perfume. Then she waved her hand in front of her, as if to chase the smell away.

"The little ghost in your mouth should be in the same grade as me. Malfoy shrugged.

"Of course you're different. Fleur looked straight at the boy in front of her, and there was something indescribably complicated in her heart.

She didn't expect that she would also have a day when she would be "courteous" to a boy. It has always been the other way around before, and it is her treatment for the stars to hold the moon, and even this boy is a few years younger than her.

Perhaps Malfoy's indifference to her appearance had aroused her sense of conquest, or perhaps it had been the increase in favor from the few favors he had done before, but the situation had now developed into this.

And in fact, Malfoy is not as calm as she imagined, these days with this girl, I don't know how many times he has made him a little ape, the enthusiasm and initiative of Fleur from France made him a little unbearable, not to mention that there are moments from the charm bonus of Meiwa's bloodline, which makes him feel very headache.

There is also the issue of age, and Fleur's age does not make him feel guilty at all.

"Fleur?" a woman's voice came through the door, and Malfoy saw Fleur immediately get up from her chair, which he guessed was Madame Maxim's.

It should be the headmaster and the referee who are here.

Sure enough, when Madame Maxim entered the room, several of the other people involved were actually hiding behind the shadows behind her.

There was also a new face - an old wizard of medium stature, who was ordinary in every way, but the wisdom and confidence of those two large light-colored eyes made people want to be convinced.

People who have studied to the extreme in a certain field generally have such qualities.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders. Dumbledore sat down in the referee's seat and said to the Warriors, "He's one of the three biggest wand makers in Europe, and at our invitation, he's going to be checking the wand for the Goblet of Fire, and he'll be checking your wand soon to make sure it's in good condition before the game." ”

Ollivander stood by the window, nodded slightly, and smiled at Malfoy, his former customer.

"Oh, we should have waited a little longer, there was another warrior who wasn't there. Dumbledore looked around and saw that there was one person missing.

Potter: He was being interviewed briefly by Rita Skeeter. Ludo explained, and as he spoke, the door suddenly opened, and Harry ran headlong into the woman behind him, trying to distance himself from the woman behind him.

"Alright, now we're all here, let's get started, Mr. Ollivander?" Dumbledore pushed his frame, then lowered it, maintaining his customary fingertip alignment, and turned his head to ask.