Maca, who took the form of Animagus, was naturally not there to eavesdrop on the conversation between Harry and Hermione. He was spying on Moody, who was hiding behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful, because Moody's prosthetic eye was not simple.

According to what Maca learned, the magic eye, which claims to be able to see through everything, is likely to be the hand of the world-famous alchemist - Nick Lemay.

Maca wasn't sure if the Animagus Transfiguration would be able to fool the peculiar-looking fake eyeball.

Just now, Hermione didn't make it clear what she had to say about Sirius for the sake of caution. But because Harry's mind couldn't turn, he finally exposed some information to Moody, who was secretly watching.

But it didn't matter to Maca, because both Harry and Hermione deliberately kept their voices down when they mentioned him, and from Moody's distance, they must not be able to hear it.

As long as you don't expose yourself, everything else is trivial.

From the next day, Hogwarts classes continued as normal.

Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students were also assigned to various colleges to audit classes. But because it wasn't mandatory—at least not at Hogwarts, Maca simply gave up on the lecture.

One afternoon, while Maca was writing something in Durmstrang's cabin, a Hogwarts student rushed to inform him that Mr. Bagman had asked the Warriors to assemble.

The meeting place was a small classroom, and most of the desks were 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 desk, there were five chairs, one of which was Ludo Bagman sitting, talking to a witch who wore a fancy magenta robe.

When Maca entered the small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons had arrived first.

At this moment, Fleur was smiling happily, and every now and then she shook her head, causing her long silver hair to shine with a dazzling sheen.

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

Bagman, who was talking, suddenly saw Maka, and he immediately stood up and jumped forward with vigour.

"Oh, Mr. McLean has arrived! Come in, sir, come in......" Bagman said excitedly, as if he were a warrior.

"What's the matter with this gathering?" Maca glanced at the witch behind Bagman and said calmly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a wand detection ceremony, and the other referees will be there soon-"

"Detection wand?"

A voice rang out from behind Marca, it turned out to be Harry, and he and Hermione had arrived.

"Yes, the detection wand...... We'll have to check if your wand is fully functional and functional! Because in the future, the wand is your most important instrument. Bagman waved his hand and said vividly, "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore......

He paused, then turned sideways and pointed to the brightly dressed witch and said, "And then there's a few photos—this is Rita Skeeter, who is writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet—"

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo."

Rita Skeeter's big curly hair was made by her very delicate, a kind of exaggerated delicacy, although it could be seen that she was very demanding of her appearance, and her whole body was carefully matched, but it seemed strange to others.

She also had a pair of jeweled glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and her fat fingers clutched a crocodile-skin handbag, and her nails were more than two inches long and painted red.

Whether she was talking or not, her eyes were sharp, and she was going back and forth between Harry, Hermione, and Maca, as if she was habitually searching for the best material for the manuscript.

Eventually, she fixed her eyes on Maca.

"Before we begin, can I have a few words with Mr. McLean?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still firmly fixed on Maca, "The warriors who made a big fuss about the Quidditch World Cup final, and they're still so young...... You know...... To add a little color to the article. ”

"This ......" Bagman looked at Maca hesitantly, a little unsure.

Speaking of which, Bagman is perhaps the only one who doesn't care about the World Cup drama at all.

Prior to joining the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education, he was a popular Quidditch hitter on the Wembourne Hornets in the eighties. And the reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimistic image on the court.

Today, he is still the same in the Ministry of Magic, and he often gets a little out of place with the rest of the Ministry of Magic.

But no matter how you say it, Maca's strength is unquestionable. Bagman wasn't stupid either—well, he did have a bit of a goofy personality, but even he couldn't see Maca as an ordinary student.

In the current situation, he also had to take into account Maca's opinion.

"Hmm...... I'm fine," said Bagman, spreading his hands, "but—Mr. McLean, what do you think?" ”

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, her bright red claw-like fingers grabbing at Maca's arm, as if to pull him away.

But Marka unceremoniously slapped that paw away.

"I haven't pursued the report of the last World Cup, if you want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what it means to be authoritative." Maca glanced at her expressionlessly and said in a voice that only she could hear, "...... Or do you really want to go to the Office of Misuse of Magic? ”

"You-" Rita Skeeter's expression immediately froze, she touched the back of her hand that had been hit by Maca, and smiled dryly, "Oh-haha, I suddenly feel that a rigorous and traditional manuscript can highlight the historical accumulation of the tournament!" ”

"Yes, I think that's definitely true," Maka said with a casual nod, "and be seated, Rita Skeeter." ”

Under the invisible threat of Maka, Rita had to sit honestly in her chair. Although she still glanced at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least she didn't dare to move around casually for now.

While waiting for Dumbledore to arrive, Maca and Bagman chatted about Quidditch in a casual manner, and Harry made up a conversation from time to time. On Harry's side, Hermione looked over to Maca every minute.

She had so much to say to Maca, but now was clearly not the time.

In fact, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to arrive, and he was accompanied by an old wizard with a strong spirit.

All four warriors sat down in chairs by the door, looking at the velvet table in front of them, where four of the five referees sat - Professor Orson, Madame Maxim, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman.

Rita Skeeter sat down in a corner, and she subconsciously pulled a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her lap, and smacked the tip of her shorthand quill pen. But after doing this whole set of movements, she hesitated to hold the barrel of the quill herself, instead of letting the quill write automatically.

"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." ”

Three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was the old wizard with big light eyes who gave Maca his first wand. At this moment, he was standing quietly by the window, nodding to everyone very casually.

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

Fleur walked up to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm......" Ollivander squinted his eyes and looked closely.

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 again, and held it up for a moment.

"Not bad," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...... Strong is good...... Made of maple wood...... It contains...... Oh my God......"

"It contains a baby's hair," said Fleur, "it's my grandmother's hair." ”

"So, Fleur really has a part of Meiwa blood!" Harry couldn't help but think.

He's going to keep that in his head and go back and tell Ron...... But then he remembered that Ron didn't talk to him anymore.

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, "yes, of course, I have never used a baby's hair. I think the wand made of the baby's hair is too sensitive and willful...... However, everyone has their own hobbies, since it suits you......"

Mr. Ollivander ran his wand through his fingers, apparently checking it for abrasions and bruises. Then, he whispered, "Orchids are blooming!" ”

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

"Good, good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivanders, as he gathered the flowers and handed them to Fleur with his wand.

"Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Fleur hurried back to her seat, their eyes staggering as she brushed shoulders with Hermione.

"Oh, it's my product, isn't it?" When Hermione handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander was visibly more excited than he had just been, "yes, I remember it well. There is a very complete dragon nerve in it, stable and strong, and powerful. Ten and three-quarters inches, made of vine wood, dense in texture...... It's in great shape...... You must be taking care of it with great care, right? ”

Mr. Ollivander swung a string of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. McLean, it's your turn."