Chapter 179

Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here he is! Fourth warrior! Come in, Harry, come in... nothing to worry about, just the wand-testing ritual—"

"Testing wands?" Harry asked uneasily.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future events the wand is your most important piece of equipment," Bagman said. "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then a few photos. The reporter lady will take care of everything."

He pointed at Rita, but the other party didn't say a word, and the scene was a little awkward.

The female reporter is still struggling with Ye Ting's silence spell.

Bagman had to look at Ye Ting pleadingly, Ye Ting shrugged and lifted the ban.

The reporter, who was finally able to speak, took a deep breath and glanced at Ye Ting in fear. She finally knew why Ye Ting had been free from the harassment of reporters and various reports after he won the championship.

After a while, she recovered.

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said, staring at Harry. Since Ye Ting could not be reported, the relationship between the two girls and Ye Ting seemed to be good, and they could not be reported. Just now She bumped into Viktor Klum again, which meant that the only one who could attack now was this little boy.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we start?" she asked Bagman. "One of the youngest warriors, you know...to add color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman exclaimed, "that's--I wonder if Harry objected?"

"Um—" Harry said.

"Great," said Rita Skeeter, and in the blink of an eye her bright red claw-like fingers caught Harry's arm with astonishing force. She dragged him out of the room.

Ye Ting laughed with some schadenfreude, presumably Miss Skeeter would be a huge torment to Harry - especially when this reporter was faced with countless news materials, but she hit a wall everywhere and had nowhere to start.

Moreover, Harry himself is also a person with a lot of stories, especially in line with Miss Skeeter's standards for compiling news. It is estimated that this time, she will gain a lot.

It was a long while before Harry was led back into the room by Dumbledore, but during this time Miss Skeeter had already made up a tragic story for him.

0249 Check the wand

The other warriors were already sitting on the chairs by the door, and he hurried over to sit next to Krum, looking at the velvet-covered table in front of him, where five of the six referees were already seated - Caccaro Professor Husband, Mrs Maxime, Mr Crouch and Ludo Bagman and Ye Ting.

Rita Skeeter took a corner and sat down, and she smuggled the roll of parchment out of her handbag again, laying it on her lap, smack the tip of the shorthand quill, and put it upright again. on parchment.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to several warriors, "He's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good condition before the game."

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?" said M. Ollivander, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

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

"Um..." he said.

Like a baton, he twirled the wand between his slender fingers, spewing pink and gold sparks. Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, looking carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...great strength...maple...with... oh my god..."

"Contains a veela's hair," Fleur said, "my grandmother's hair."

"That's right," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used veela hair myself. I think wands made of veela hair are too sensitive and wayward... but everyone Have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered, "Orchids bloom!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

"Very good, very good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand. "Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Fleur swiftly returned to her seat and smiled at Hermione as she brushed past Hermione.

Hermione pursed her lips in a counterattack and snorted.

"Ah, it's my product, isn't it?" said Mr Ollivander, more excited than before, as Hermione handed the wand over, "yes, I remember it well. There was one from an Australian The nerves removed from the egg whites...must be five or six feet long. Ten and three-quarters inches...made of vine wood...great elasticity. In excellent condition...do you take care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night," Hermione said, grinning.

Hearing her words, Harry looked down at his wand, which was covered with fingerprints. He grabbed a corner of his robe from his knees, trying to sneakily wipe his wand clean. Fleur Delacour gave him a very arrogant glance at the head of the wand with a few gold stars, and he had to give up.

Mr. Ollivander expressed satisfaction as he spewed a string of silver-white smoke rings from the head of Cedric's wand, from one end of the room to the other, saying, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn. "

Viktor

The wand of Gregorovitch was of hornbeam wood, containing the chordae tendineae of the dragon's heart, much thicker and more rigid than those commonly seen, ten and a quarter inches in length.

Ollivander used the flock of birds spell in this experiment.

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol fire, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head, flapping their wings, and into the dim sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back to Krum, "and one last... Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, brushed past Krum, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander. He surrendered his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes flashing suddenly with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Harry's memory was still fresh, as if it had happened yesterday...

His wand was made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and contained a phoenix tail hair. Mr. Ollivander was astonished at the ease with which Harry was fiddling with the wand. "It's amazing," he said. "It's amazing." When Harry asked what it was, Mr. Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand and the feather in Voldemort's wand were Pulled from the same bird.

Mr. Ollivander had been examining Harry's wand much longer than the others. Finally, he let a stream of wine spurt from the wand, and handed the wand back to Harry, declaring that it was in very good condition.

"Thank you, everyone," said Dumbledore, standing at the referee's table. "Now you can go back to class—maybe it's more convenient to just go down to dinner, anyway, they'll be dismissed soon—"

Only then did Harry feel that something good had happened to him today. He stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly. "What do you think, Rita?"

"Well—well, take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, "maybe a few solo ones later."

Taking pictures took a long time. Wherever Madame Maxime stood, she blocked the others, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand very far to get her into the shot; in the end she had to sit down with everyone else standing around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. As for Krum, Harry thought he was used to this kind of thing, but he was hiding behind everyone. Both Fleur and Hermione wanted to stand beside Ye Ting, but the photographer seemed to be particularly motivated to have Fleur in the front, while Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into a more prominent position. She then insisted on taking individual photos of the warriors one by one. It took a long time for them to finally get out.

Before leaving, Ye Ting checked Rita Skeeter's manuscript again. The unfortunate reporter hurriedly tore up some of the papers. This time, she handed out the notebook tremblingly, presumably writing secretly again. Something about Ye Ting for fear of retaliation.

This scene made Harry very happy. He was very happy that Miss Reporter had a nemesis. However, until Ye Ting left, he did not succeed in saying please Ye Ting to warn Rita not to report about his past.

In fact, Ye Ting neither used Fuchsia on Rita nor burned her notebook. In fact, he did nothing to Rita, which made the female reporter relieved, and then she became complacent. , because she felt that the reason this boy did this was because he was shy about Dumbledore, and she immediately felt that she had a backer.

However, when she was about to write again, she suddenly realized that she could not remember what to write at all, and she forgot all the news she had collected all day.

She immediately understood that this was Ye Ting's revenge. He did not physically torture her, but before leaving, he used the Forgetting Charm to erase a piece of her memory, making her forget to collect news for a day. For a reporter like Miss Skeeter, that was the biggest punishment.

0250 Inside Information

The forgetting spell that Ye Ting cast on Rita Skeeter was still very effective. Since the manuscript was burned by Ye Ting once before, the news of the day could not be used much. Sai's news focused on Harry.

The article was published ten days ago, and every time Harry thought about it, he felt a burning, uncomfortable sense of shame. Rita Skeeter wrote that he said a lot of horrific things he remembered never saying, let alone in that broom room.

I think it was my parents who gave me strength. I know they would be very proud of me if they could see me now...

Yes, I still cry for them sometimes at night, and I don't feel ashamed to admit that...

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