Ollivander came to the clearing in the middle and looked at the three people in front of him.

"Miss Delacour, will you come first?"

As an expert in wands, he could see at a glance that Fleur's wand was the most special of all the people present, and he was naturally curious.

"Okay." Fleur walked over lightly and handed him the wand in her hand.

"Yes," Ollivander said, holding his wand close to his eyes, scrutinizing it, "nine and a half inches...... Maple ...... The core of the rod is ...... Oh, it's Meiwa's hair. ”

"It's my grandmother's hair." Fleur said.

"I see." "I think wands made of the baby's hair are too sensitive and capricious, but if you think it's appropriate......"

He waved his wand.

"Orchids are in full bloom!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms at the tip of the cane.

"It's good, it's good, it's in good shape." Ollivander returned the flowers to Fleur along with his wand.

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

Krum stood up and slipped his wand listlessly.

This time, though, Ollivander wasn't as enthusiastic as he had just been.

"Hmm...... Grigovich's products. He said, "Gol Tungi...... Dragon's heart tendon...... Ten and a quarter of an inch...... Flock of birds! ”

With a loud bang, several small birds flew out.

"Good." He returned the wand to Krum, "Well, there's the last one left......

Kyle then walked over.

"Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" Ollivander said excitedly.

If the first two times were out of interest and work, now he is really happy.

His work participated in the Triwizard Tournament, which was also an honor for him.

It would be a shame if there was only a wand made by Grigovich and no of him.

"Yes, I remember it well...... Ollivander seemed to be stuck in a memory, "I found a very tall cedar tree in the heart of the Black Forest, and I consulted with the tree guards for days to remove a branch from it...... And that phoenix tail feather......"

Ollivander described the origin of the wand in more time than the previous two combined, as if he were telling a story.

Five minutes later......

"Fluorescent flickering."

A soft white glow emitted from the wand, and Ollivander returned it to Kyle.

"Thank you!" Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table, "Now you can go back to class...... Or it's more convenient to go straight down to eat, you're going to be out of class soon, anyway. ”

After that, they took a group photo of the warriors and a few solo photos. I finally left the room.

The referees go upstairs to the principal's room, while Kyle and Fleur prepare to go downstairs to the auditorium for lunch.

However, as Kyle reaches the top of the stairs, a claw-like hand suddenly grabs his arm.

"What do you mean, Ms. Skeeter?" Kyle frowned.

"Just a few small questions, my dear...... For the Daily Prophet. Rita Skeeter had a distinct smirk on her face.

"I think I have clearly refused just now and will not accept your visit." Kyle said.

However, Rita Skeeter still didn't let go of her hand, and even looked more excited.

Her crocodile tote bag had been opened, and inside, a bells and whistles quill was writing something on a roll of parchment.

"The young and handsome warrior has finally found the love of his life at Hogwarts, and he has fallen so caught up in Fleur Delacour's amazing beauty that he wants to cling to her almost every moment......"

"Leave that pen alone, Kyle." Rita Skeeter said, "Can you tell me why you want to sign up?" ”

"Let's go, Kyle, and ignore her." Fleur said.

"No, I changed my mind." Kyle smiled, "I've decided to accept Ms. Skeeter's visit. ”

The shorthand quill in the tote bag was beating again.

"He was keen to increase his reputation, and the Merlin Sir Regiment could not satisfy him, and even gave up his date with Miss Fleur in order to make himself more famous......"

Kyle took a deep breath, but luckily, because of the angle, the words on the parchment could not be seen in Fleur's position.

Later, after a few words with Fleur, Kyle walks into a nearby classroom where no one is around.

"Tell me how you feel about the game you're going to play." As soon as she entered the door, Rita Skeeter couldn't wait to ask, "Is it excitement or nervousness?" ”

"It's all there." Kyle casually found a place to sit down. "But it's more about being lucky, and I think I'm lucky."

"Oh?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously, "Is it because I was chosen?" ”

"No, it's because you're here." Kyle looked her up and down, "You gave me the best excuse you could have. ”

"Excuses? What do you mean? Rita Skeeter felt a little out of her mind that Kyle's thoughts, which rarely happened in her career.

"An excuse for failure, of course." Kyle stretches and smiles, "I've read your article...... To be honest, to describe it as garbage is to praise it. ”

"You ......"

"Don't worry, Miss Skeeter, listen to me."

Kyle waved his hand, ignoring the fast-dancing shorthand quill, and continued, "But it's not without its benefits...... Because once my grades are too bad, I can tell everyone that it was because I read your article that I was so distraught that I lost the competition.

So no one will scold me, and you say I'm not lucky. ”

Kyle laughed first.

Rita Skeeter laughed too, "You won't, you're a ...... of the Merlin Order."

"No, I will." Kyle said, "Like you said, I'm only fifteen, the youngest of the Warriors, and it's too hard to win.

But I don't want to bear the infamy that comes with failure, and that's the only way to keep my reputation, do I? ”

The smile on Rita Skeeter's face faded.

"They won't believe it."

"No, you're wrong, they'll believe it." Kyle shook his finger, "It's still an age issue...... I'm three years younger than Fleur and Krum, so I'm naturally at a disadvantage, and even if I fail, it's hard for people to say anything.

But after a few centuries, the Triwizard Tournament restarted for the first time, and Hogwarts was defeated on its own turf. ”

Rita Skeeter clutched her handbag tightly, and the shorthand quill finally stopped.

"So I prepared a target for them to vent on...... Oh, that's you, Miss Skeeter. ”

Kyle didn't look at her and continued, "No one cares what the specific reason for my failure is, and whether it has anything to do with your article, all they need is a punching bag."

And you are the most suitable person. ”

Kyle stood up and bowed slightly, "Thank you again!" ”

Rita Skeeter's face was gloomy as if dripping water.

As someone who is known for fiddling with right and wrong, she knows better than anyone else...... No one cares about the truth, they only care about what interests them.

The instigator of the failure of the Triwizard Tournament, this hat is too big...... If Kyle does what she says, then she's probably doomed.

Rita Skeeter gasped violently.

When she came, she knew Kyle, Hufflepuff, who had a good reputation and was a standard model student in the eyes of the professor.

And her definition of Kyle is that he is also a Dumbledore-esque student.

Outcome...... Looking at Kyle's smiling face, Rita Skeeter only felt that she was wrong.

"Are you really a Hufflepuff?" She asked dryly.

"It's like a fake." Kyle gets up and pushes open the classroom door.

"Oh, yes." He turned his head and said, "I'll make it up to you when the Triwizard Tournament is over, how about a hundred Galleons." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I won't publish this article?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"I don't think you will." Kyle said, "Yours are notoriously unafraid of power, how could you give up publishing because of a few words, this is not the unruly Miss Skeeter in my mind." ”

With that, Kyle left without looking back.

Rita Skeeter stood there, her face constantly changing.

She was a little glad.

Although he made a mistake in his definition of Kyle, fortunately, he made the same mistake.

Rita Skeeter picked up the parchment scroll full of words and tore it to shreds, revealing a sarcastic sneer.

"We'll see...... You shouldn't have told me that. ”

(End of chapter)