"Ah, Potter, you're here. Bagman suddenly saw Harry, quickly stood up, and jumped forward.

"You've been called here today to test the wand ritual, and the other referees will be there soon. ”

"Detection wands? Harry asked.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, wands are your most important helper, and there is no room for error, and there have been cases where a warrior has died because of the hidden danger of a wand before this step," Bagman said. ”

Except for Harry, the faces of the other five Warriors changed, and they were most afraid of hearing the news that the Warriors had died in the game.

You must know that in the past, the mortality rate of the Triwizard Tournament was a terrifying 50%!

What the hell is this competition, this is a life-threatening thing.

"The expert is upstairs, with Principal McGonagall, and then a couple of photos, this is Rita Skeeter, and she's writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet, you guys seem to know each other?"

Rita Skeeter looked at Harry and shouted angrily, "This is not a small article, Ludo! This is going to be on the front page of the Daily Prophet! There will be a series of follow-up reports!"

Bagman whispered: "Why are you so excited, I play sports, you play media, and I don't understand." ”

Harry smiled and sat down, "Reporter Rita, can you interview me, I think you seem to have this need." ”

"Okay. Rita Skeeter wept with a sad face.

The quill trembled and floated on the parchment.

Rita Skeeter cautiously asked, "First of all, Mr. Potter, you are the youngest warrior, and the other warriors are all over seventeen, so what was the idea that made you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry smiled, "Because young people always love vanity, I just want to do it." ”

The green quill began to write at once, the tip of the pen deftly gliding across the parchment: Mr. Potter humbly stated that the purpose of his participation in the contest was to participate, to gain experience, to grow.

Victor Krum opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Rita Skeeter continued, "There are a handful of people who slander you for grandstanding, do you have anything to refute them?"

Harry said, "They're right, they're just stating the facts. ”

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter is very open-minded, he thinks that it is common sense for different voices to exist, and he does not need to be overly concerned, and he graciously forgives the petty ones who have poured dirty water on him.

Victor Krum: "???"

Fleur said angrily, "Why don't you ask him those deliberately difficult questions?

Rita Skeeter glared fiercely at Fleur.

Harry smiled and said, "yes, just ask. ”

Rita Skeeter had to ask, "May I ask Mr. Potter, who has always been a perfect student, do you have any relationship problems?"

Harry said bluntly, "Yes, I'm just a big carrot and like a couple of girls. ”

Rita Skeeter laughed dryly.

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter is very humorous, and it is no wonder that he is liked by the girls of his school.

"And who are you dating now?"

Harry confessed, "Of course I'm dating several girls at the same time. ”

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter does not shy away from his sincerity, and his sincerity makes people feel good.

Fleur groaned, "Merlin, take this demon away." ”

She had never seen anyone as brazen as Rita Skeeter.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and an old man entered.

Rita Skeeter breathed a sigh of relief and quickly found a corner and sat down.

Fleur wanted to sit in a chair one seat away from Harry, but when Rita Skeeter pulled out the roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, smacked the tip of her quill pen, and placed it upright on the parchment again, Fleur immediately sat down next to Harry, clinging to Harry, as if Harry's side was the safest place.

Professor McGonagall sat down at a round table in the middle and said to Harry and the others, "This is Mr. Ollivanders, and he's going to check your wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game." ”

The old man with the two big light eyes was none other than Mr. Ollivander of Diagon Alley, who in 1991 sold the same phoenix wand of Voldemort that Harbour had used to him in the wand shop.

Mr. Ollivander walked to the well-lit place in the center of the room and said, "Miss Delacour, will you come first?"

Harry couldn't help but look at the old man differently, and whispered, "It's an old pervert." ”

Fleur's face was slightly red.

Ollivander smiled at Harry, revealing his teeth that were about to run out.

Fleur walked briskly towards Mr. Ollivander, remembered Harry's words, and stood far away and handed him her wand.

Ollivander hummed softly, his wand swirling between his thin and slender fingers as if he were fiddling with a baton, and his wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he held his wand close to his eyes and studied it carefully.

He whispered, "Yes, nine and a half inches...... The elasticity is good...... Maple (qì) made of wood...... It contains...... Oh my God, is this ......"

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

Although Harry already knew that Fleur's body did contain the blood of Meiwa, he still did not discourage the study of Fleur's body, no way, Harry was such a scholar-type wizard who loved to study.

"Yes, of course, I've never used the hair of a wand as a wand core, but it's a good material, especially since it's an elder who is related to you, and you can even borrow a little bit of your grandmother's power from it," said Mr. Ollivander......

Mr. Ollivander ran his wand through his fingers, apparently checking it for abrasions and bruises. Then, in a low voice, he said, "Orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

Mr. Ollivander said, putting away the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand: "Very well, the wand is in good shape, and if you use the magic of charm, it will have an extraordinary effect." I believe that I will be able to achieve good results...... Mr. Diggory, it's your turn. ”

Fleur returned to her seat with a brisk step, and then raised her head at Harry triumphantly: "Hear me, Ollivander said that my wand was good, and that I could get good results.

Cedric silently handed the wand over, and Ollivander looked excited when he saw it.

"This is a wand I made, yes, I remember it well. There was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn, five or six feet long. When I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, it almost poked me in a hole with its horns, and the unicorn was really hard to mess with when he got angry, twelve and a quarter of an inch...... Chén made of wood...... Excellent elasticity...... Very nice......"

Ollivander experimented with the effect of the spell again, spewing out a string of silvery-white smoke rings from Cedric's wand head, which floated from one end of the room to the other, and he nodded in satisfaction and returned the wand to Cedric.

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