There was a knock on the door of the cubicle, and Dumbledore and Ollivander entered the room together, and Harry and Rita Skeeter stepped out of the broomroom.

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

Unexpectedly, it was this one who was in charge of checking the wand, Augustus looked at Ollivanders, an old wizard with two large light-colored eyes standing quietly by the window. As if noticing Augustus' gaze, Ollivander returned the favor with a polite smile.

"Miss Delacour, will you come first?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the clearing in the center of the room.

Hmmm......" he said.

He fiddled with his baton, spinning his wand between his slender fingers, and his wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he held his wand close to his eyes and carefully held it.

"Not bad," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...... Strong is good...... ...... made of maple wood. Very well, thank you, Miss Fleur. Handing the wand to Fleur, Ollivander turned his gaze to Augustus.

"Then there's your wand, Mr. Augustus." Ollivander's pale eyes had a hint of hidden anticipation.

Augustus drew his silver staff, and the golden flecks of sunlight reflected on the wand, pure bright silver and brilliant gold complemented each other, and Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ollivander took the wand with a solemn expression, and the expression on his face was as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, "It's like yesterday, and everything looks like it happened yesterday." Silver Moon, long time no see. The wand waved softly in the air, and a dark blue star flowed down like a fire tree, and the whole room was plunged into clusters of starlight, and Fleur's eyes showed a hint of amazement.

Harry looked down at his wand, which was covered in finger prints. He tugged at the corner of his robe from his knee and tried to sneak his wand clean. A few gold stars popping out of the wand's head, Fleur? Dracul glanced at him very arrogantly, and he had no choice but to give up.

Next, only Harry and Krum were left, and after checking their wands, Ollivander walked out of the room with a satisfied expression.

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

"Well, the group photo of the warriors before the triwizard battle is a procedure that must be followed." Rita replied cautiously, her eyes falling on Augustus, who seemed to have no opinion, and was much more relieved.

It took a long time to take pictures. Madame Maxim blocked others from wherever she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and take her into the lens; In the end she had to sit down, and everyone else stood around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. The photographer seems to be particularly keen to get Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always catches up and pulls Augustus to the fore.

Over the next few days, Rita Skeeter's article put Harry in trouble again, and Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts. His close friend Colin? Creevey said that Harry was married to a man named Hermione? Granger's girls are inseparable, Miss Granger is amazingly beautiful, born into a Muggle family, and she, like Harry, too

One of the top students in the school.

In contrast to the positive portrayal of Augustus's various tirades, Harry's lacy narrative as a male protagonist of a stoic tragedy is dominated by almost all of the front pages of the Daily Prophet.

"Do you want a handkerchief, Potter, lest you weep in Transfiguration class?"

"When did you become the top student in school, Potter? Maybe you and Longbottom started this school? ”

I have to say that the speed of negative news is always too alarming, and within a few days, one of the warriors of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, various versions of the love announcement have begun to spread widely in the streets and alleys.

"Amazingly beautiful? She? "After Rita's article was published, Pansy? When Parkinson first met Hermione, he said in a strange voice, "On what basis is she judged - the golden chipmunk?" ”

In contrast, Augustus's interviews and reports have almost reached the level of personal biographies, from protecting the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade, to destroying the secret room and defeating the basilisk in the second grade, until last year when he fought off hundreds of Dementors alone, all kinds of glorious deeds were painted into exquisite descriptions of the independent articles presented in the newspapers, and the fans of the three schools said that this reporter was good, which also attracted a large number of readers of the Daily Prophet.

Recently, Malfoy's mood has always been inexplicably good, and the Daily Prophet has become one of his daily must-read articles, on which you can always find all kinds of surprises for Potter, whether it is a crying little boy, a male protagonist in a scandalous love triangle, or an unscrupulous conspirator who wants to get the position of a warrior, Potter's image is too full.

"Haha." Draco picked up a pumpkin pie as he seemed to see the difference, an idiot grinning across his face.

Lillian shook her head slightly and let out a long sigh, "It's really hopeless, Draco has been completely trapped since Rita's novel was gloriously published." It has to be said that the methods of poisoning teenagers are too cruel. ”

Augustus touched his chin helplessly, the current situation is really not conducive to unity, Rita's two articles have almost turned him and Harry into two poles, and at the moment, Harry may only be able to prove himself by a hearty game.

"Actually, you can't blame Potter, without the slightest background, first as a boy who didn't die, and now he has become a Hogwarts warrior, this kind of gimmick, if you don't use it for hype, I'm really sorry for Rita's talent." Thor sighed.

Not far away, Hagrid's massive body approached him.

"Mr. Augustus, do you have time tonight? Come to my cottage at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night today and come to me. I have something very important to say to you. Hagrid had a smile on his honest face.

"Oh? Okay, it's nothing tonight, twelve o'clock? I try to get there on time. Augustus gave Hagrid a puzzled look and agreed.

Hagrid straightened up and exclaimed, "Okay, see you on time." Nice to meet you, Lillian. He blinked and walked away.