He followed Colin all the way to a small room, where all the other warriors had arrived.

"The Daily Prophet is going to publish this tournament, and I hope that several warriors can take a photo together, and of course, it would be better if Iger could be together." With a hint of excitement, Colin said, "Good luck to you! ”

"Look who's coming, huh?" A nasty-sounding voice sounded, and Rita Skeeter looked at Egger happily in a magenta robe: "Mr. Morissus and his little girlfriend..."

Egg rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Although this woman was taken to death by herself, her cheap appearance really hasn't changed at all...

Bagman stood up and walked to the center of the room, "Okay, everyone's here. ”

"Come on boys, there's nothing to worry about, the game hasn't started yet..."Bagman laughed, "just check your wands, the other referees will be here soon." ”

"Detection wand?" Egg was stunned, took Hermione to a short distance and sat down, carrying everyone on his back and quietly stuffing a wand into Hermione's arms.

It was the last wand, thirteen inches, elderberry's wand.

"We have to check if your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in future competitions." Bagman said.

Hermione said that the wand was stuffed back into Egger's hand and shook her head slightly, her face serious: "I want to rely on my own ability to participate in the competition." ”

There was a hint of emotion on Egger's face.

It's rare to see such a stupid girl...

Forget it, don't use it...

Egg sighed slightly, withdrew his wand, he would be watching from the field anyway, Hermione's safety was absolutely guaranteed.

"The specialist is upstairs with Dumbledore, and he's going to take a few pictures, and this is Rita Skeeter." As he spoke, Bagman pointed at Rita, "She's writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe not that small, Ludo." Rita snorted nonchalantly, her eyes fixed on Hermione beside Egg.

Once upon a time, she wrote an article about mocking Hermione, and then she was taught to be a human being by Egger...

A few years later, the opportunity to interview Hermione was once again in front of her, and she felt that she had better be at peace for the time being.

It turns out that no matter where she is hiding, as long as the Dandantang mark on her body is still there, then it will be a matter of an instant for Egg to find her, and she has already accepted her fate.

It can't be done if you don't accept your fate, unlike Dumbledore, Egger really dares to kill.

Teased Dumbledore, Dumbledore would only laugh it off at most, and tease Egger at the cost of his own life...

Although Rita's EQ is extremely low, her IQ is not low at all...

Seeing Rita walk into the small single room with several warriors in turn, Iger sat indifferently in his chair, holding his arms and doing nothing.

A few minutes later, Hermione walked out of the small room.

"How's the interview going?" Iger grinned.

"It's okay." Hermione lifted her chin, looking pretty good.

After a while, Krum walked out of the small private room with a gloomy face, and it seemed that the interview was going on very unpleasantly.

Seeing him so unhappy, Iger smiled happily...

Finally, Dumbledore walked into the room, and Rita looked excited and exclaimed, "Dumbledore! ”

Happily approached Dumbledore's side, and in an instant removed the quill and notebook beside him, Rita's claw-like fingers hurriedly buckled the crocodile leather handbag: "How are you?" I don't know if you read my article on the International Wizarding Federation Congress in the summer? ”

"It's amazing." Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "I love the part where you portrayed me as a rigid old madman..."

Rita's face was frank and open, and she didn't look embarrassed at all.

"I just wanted to make it clear that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and the many wizards out there--"

"So I'm trying to train a new generation of good wizards—" said Dumbledore, glancing in Egger's direction.

Egger glanced at Rita with a tiger face, and Rita immediately laughed dryly twice, and left with the small crocodile leather satchel Shi Shiran.

"I'm pleased, Igger." Dumbledore looked at Egger happily, "It looks like you're getting more and more intimidating..."

Egger: "......"

So I'm kind of famous...... Or is it infamous?

"Alright boys, the wand testing ritual is about to begin, so come here." Dumbledore beckoned and led the group to a velvet-covered table, where several referees were already seated - Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Old Man Zou, and Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch of the Ministry of Magic.

Rita quietly found a little girl to sit down, and took out the lively pen and paper from her handbag.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders." Dumbledore sat down in the referee's seat, and Iger found a casual soft chair and sat down.

"He's going to check your wands, as well as your flying swords, to make sure your wands are in good shape during the race."

Ollivander leaned quietly against the window of his room, looking at Egger grinning.

Every time he sees Egger, Ollivander goes like a dog seeing...

Perhaps driven by nature, Ollivander is always like plucking a few hairs from Egger's head, and of course, if Iger doesn't mind, he can try to pull a few somewhere else...

"Ahh Miss Delacour, will you come first? Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ollivander turned his head to look at the warriors.

Fleur walked up to Ollivander with a light step and handed him her wand.

"Hmm..."Ollivander fiddled with the wand handed by Fleur, the slender wand seemed to be like a baton in the hand of a virtuoso in his hand, and between his thin fingers, the wand kept spinning, spewing out many pink and gold sparks from time to time, and then Ollivander took the wand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Not bad." The old man nodded: "Nine and a half inches... The elasticity is good... Made of maple wood, it contains... Oh hehehe, oh my God..."

"Contains a baby's hair." Fleur said, "My grandmother's hair. ”

"Haha, that's good, the hair of the magical creature is still a relative's, it looks like it suits you very well." Ollivander muttered to himself, "Of course, I've never used a baby's hair, I think it's too sensitive and willful to use a baby's hair... But I've used hair that is the opposite of it..."

As he spoke, Ollivander glanced at Egna's long black hair, and then sighed leisurely, it seemed that he wanted to change his career to become a barber...

"Orchids are in full bloom!" Ollivander flicked his wand, and with a pop, a bouquet of delicate flowers bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Good, good... In good condition. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand.

The corners of Egger's mouth twitched when he looked at Ollivander handing over flowers, the old man is so old and still wants to flirt with his sister?

"Miss Granger? It's your turn. Ollivander looked at Hermione with a smile.

Hermione nodded, stepped forward, and handed the wand to Ollivanders.

"Hmm... Yes, this is my work—" Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand.