"Alright, Harry." Cedric walked up and smiled at Ron and Hermione's wary eyes, "Let's go have a drink?" If you will. ”

"Oh...... Well, yes, yes. Harry didn't feel bad about it, and he immediately accepted the invitation, and he didn't want to get too his relationship with Hufflepuff.

To put it bluntly, Harry also felt that he was unreasonable, obviously he was not allowed to participate in the age group, and he also engaged in this kind of thing, if it weren't for the support of his Gryffindor classmates, I am afraid that he would have wanted to thank the world with death a long time ago.

Harry's heart is actually quite sensitive and fragile.

Seeing that their own warriors and Gryffindor warriors were gone together, the Hufflepuff badgers didn't want to make any more mockery of Gryffindor, and they all silently took off the badge pinned to their chests, sat down and continued to eat.

The Gryffindors didn't care, they grinned and pointed to the "Potter's stinking" badge on their chests, laughing so hard that they could almost see their stomachs.

"Hey, George stinky." Fred pointed to his twin George, and said with a grin, "But it's a pity that Percy graduated, otherwise we would have to get one of these badges, and it's called Weatherby's stinking." ”

"Weatherby, you can't get over this stalk, can you?" Louis rolled his eyes and complained.

"Don't you think the title Weatherby is ironic?" George chuckled, "Come to think of it, he admires Mr. Crouch so much, but what about Mr. Crouch?" Can't even remember his name...... God, this is a disaster, and if it had happened to me, I'd rather kiss Lee Jordan's ass. ”

"Oh my god, George, you have a bad idea of my ass!" Lee Jordan showed an expression of disbelief, "I treat you as a brother, and you actually want to kiss my ass!" ”

"That's a good brother." Seamus Finigan interjected, "But you're in danger of doing this, George. ”

"You broke the law, you know?" George raised his index finger around: "I'm so sad that you guys actually teamed up to bully me......"

"Don't pretend George, I'd rather trust my grandma to never send me yelling letters again!" Neville suddenly said this, and the atmosphere was quiet, and then the entire Gryffindor seat erupted in laughter.

"Oh my God, Neville, you're ......" Ron couldn't come up with any words to describe Neville.

"Dogs that bite don't bark." Seamus answered, but was slapped in the shoulder by Angelina on the side.

"How's that, little bunny?"

Angelina's expression is fierce, she has inherited the fine tradition of Gryffindor women who hit people very painfully, and at this moment, she is not fighting alone.

Seamus lowered his head in disbelief, he didn't dare touch Angelina, God knows if the force of this woman's hit on the Quaffle would have an effect on his head.

When it comes to keeping up with current affairs, Gryffindor has always done well.

Courage does not mean brainless recklessness, and sometimes, it takes a lot of courage to admit cowardice.

Almost half an hour later, Harry and Cedric walked back shoulder to shoulder, and it was obvious that they were both happy, or at least that they both thought that the other was good enough to be friends.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor shook hands again, after all, the "leaders" of the two houses were already brothers, and there was little reason for them to continue to be hostile.

Ron was a little nervous by Louis's words, and when he stayed with Harry now, he always looked like a bad guy with bad intentions like a less professional bodyguard.

In the afternoon, Rita Skeeter came to Hogwarts, after all, the Triwizard Tournament is a large-scale event, it can be said to be a rare event in the wizarding world in N years, and it is somewhat unreasonable not to come to the interview to rub the heat.

Rita Skeeter's trip was primarily for Harry, and when you think about it, the boy who never died, combined with the youngest warrior in the history of Triwizard Tournament, is great big news.

To be honest, Ms. Skeeter has always been less concerned about money, after all, Louis usually spends a lot of money on the newspaper, and she mainly values the topicality of the news, which is a kind of self-realization and self-satisfaction for an avid journalist like her.

In this world, there is nothing more satisfying than spiritual satisfaction.

The order of the interviews was in the order of the Goblet of Fire, and when it was Catherine's turn, everyone could clearly feel that Rita Skeeter, who had originally looked like a gossip, immediately changed her serious expression.

There's no way, this is the boss's girlfriend, in case she upsets others, it's herself who suffers.

The content of the interview was also very simple, a few ordinary questions, the rest of which she edited herself, which Catherine answered in front of her, and she began to expand on it in her notebook, especially describing the love story of the Slytherin warrior and her boyfriend supporting each other along the way.

In short, Ms. Skeeter is very good at touting, touting both sides very well, and does not overemphasize who ignores whom, and the bowl of water is very flat.

Rita was not afraid that Louis would be upset when she saw the newspaper, in fact, she dared to write like this because of some hints from Louis.

After Catherine's interview, Ludo Bagman jumped up and quickly jumped forward: "Ah! Here he comes, the seventh warrior...... Come in, Harry! Come in, there's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand detection ceremony, and the rest of the referees will be here soon - by the way, Ms. Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet will be doing a little interview with you. ”

"Huh?" Harry was a little surprised, there were so many elements that he didn't know which to pay attention to for a while, so he could only sigh like a goose to show his confusion.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in the future." "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore, and when your interview with Miss Skeeter is over, go upstairs to test the wand...... Well, this is Ms. Skeeter. As he spoke, he pointed to the magenta-robed witch on the side, "She's writing interviews with the Warriors for the Daily Prophet, as well as some small articles about the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said lightly, but her eyes looked at Harry without blinking, as if she wanted to see through him.

After a while, she added, "Before we get started, can I have a few words with Harry alone?" The youngest warrior, you know, to add a little color to my little article. ”

When she said this, she deliberately accented the 'little article', as if to protest what Mr. Bagman had just said.

"No problem, of course!" Mr. Bagman exclaimed, "It's—I wonder if Harry will object?" ”

"Ah...... Well, I'm fine. Harry wanted to object, but he wasn't too embarrassed.

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, reaching out and grabbing Harry's arm and opening a door next to her, "We can't stay there, it's too noisy over there for an interview, let's just say a few words in this compartment, okay?" Harry? ”

Harry didn't know whether to object, he looked over to Louis for help, only to find that Louis had gotten up and was about to go upstairs with Catherine.

Well, now it's on his own, Harry cheered himself up and followed Ms. Skeeter to the little dark room on the side.

Louis of course noticed Harry and Rita's small movements, but he wasn't worried. Rita is also her own person, and it doesn't work against Harry, but she just writes a little story in the Daily Prophet.

The interview was done quickly, and after a while Harry was released, his eyes were now drawn in circles like mosquito coils, and if Cedric hadn't been quick to hold him up, he would have fallen as soon as he came out of the little dark room.

The place where the wand was detected said was upstairs, but it was actually a small loft-style second floor. Behind the velvet table sat five referees—Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Ludo Bagman, and Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, as well as an old acquaintance, the staff maker, Ollivanders.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders." Dumbledore said to several of the warriors, "The Hogwarts classmates are no strangers to him, but I don't think the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang warriors will know him, he is the best wand maker in British wizarding, and now, it will be up to him to check your wand and make sure it is in good condition before the game." ”

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

Fleur Delacour walked lightly over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Uh-huh......" Mr. Ollivander muttered for a moment, then he swirled his wand between his slender fingers as if he were fiddling with a baton, and the wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he held his wand close to his eyes and studied it carefully.

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

Speaking of which, Ollivander showed a small surprise at the right time.

"The core of its rod is a baby's hair," Fleur said with a smile, "of course, it's my grandmother's hair." ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, "yes, of course, I have never used a baby's hair. I think wands made out of the baby's hair are too sensitive and willful, but everyone has their own hobbies, since it's right for you......"

Mr. Ollivander ran his wand lightly with his fingers, apparently checking it for scrapes and bruises, and then he whispered, "Orchids are blooming!" ”

As he chanted the incantation, a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the tip of the wand.

"Good, in good shape." Mr. Ollivander complimented, putting away the flowers, and then handing them to Fleur with his wand, "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn." ”

This was said to Cedric.

Fleur returned to her seat lightly and gracefully, smiling at Cedric as she brushed shoulders with him.

Ollivander took the wand handed over by Cedric, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" True, I remember very well that there was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn...... It must be five or six feet long, and I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, and he almost used his horn to make a transparent hole in me. ”

"Twelve and a quarter inches, made of oak wood, with good elasticity and in excellent condition...... Do you care for it regularly? ”

"Just wiped it last night." Cedric said, grinning warmly.

Mr. Ollivander spewed out a string of silvery-white smoke rings from Cedric's wand head, and the smoke rings drifted from one end of the house to the other, and he nodded his satisfaction and returned the wand to Cedric, calling the next man's name.

After inspecting Marilyn Chabanore's wand, Ollivander handed her back the wand and said to Catherine, "Miss Worray, it's your turn." ”

Catherine stood up, shook her beautiful blonde hair, walked up to Mr. Ollivander, and handed her wand.

"Well, it's familiar, but it's a little different......" Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Catherine, and after frowning for a long time, he finally broke out, "Cypress, eleven inches, unicorn tail hair...... Ha, if I'm not mistaken, this is the one I sold to Mr. Mountbatten. ”

"This wand was given to me by my boyfriend, Mr. Ollivander." Catherine added, "That's the guy you were talking about." ”

"Well, no wonder." Mr. Ollivander smiled, and after examining it carefully with his wand, he said, "It seems that your little boyfriend is amazing, I don't know what interesting things he added to this wand, but at least ...... I haven't seen a better wand than it has a vibrant leaf at the tip, but I can clearly feel that it has a great amplifying effect on my fire magic. ”

"Love, the greatest magic in the world." Mr. Ollivander muttered a wordless and then uttered a spell.

“lumos！ (fluorescent flash)"

It was as if a flashbang had exploded, and a fierce light erupted from the tip of the leaf's staff. Catherine and Ollivanders bore the brunt of the attack, but because Catherine was the owner of the leaves, they did not suffer any harm, but Mr. Ollivanders was miserable, he was stimulated by the bright light to tears, covering his eyes with one hand, but he was very professional and did not forget to return his wand to Catherine.

Not only Ollivanders, but the entire room staring at the wand was shocked by a small flicker of fluorescent, covering their eyes one by one, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes.