Chapter 362: Never Been so High-Profile Before, a Reporter From the Daily Prophet

After delivering a box of feathers of magical animals to the Shenming Temple, Aaron left directly, giving time and space to the thought body.

On the one hand, his magic points were not enough, and he needed to sign in for a few days to buy the special mineral in the mall. Before that, he could not make special bullets.

On the other hand, there was still more than half a month before the first project of the Triwizard Tournament began. The thought body needed a quiet space to improve himself, and he also had to learn some new spells or practice carving the ultimate magic circle.

In other words, before the start of the game, except for receiving the ghost crystal that he had not yet received, Aaron and the thought body should not meet again.

In the next few days, Aaron studied and lived as usual, but the change of identity still caused him some trouble.

The warrior of the Triwizard Tournament seemed to be shrouded in a huge halo, and he was the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went.

He didn't care about the gossip, but it was really embarrassing when the younger students and even the seniors came to ask for autographs.

What's even worse is that in the potion class more than a week later, all the Slytherins wore the same badges, and the Serpents' logo had Aaron's head on it.

"Who told you to do this?" Aaron asked angrily and helplessly, looking at Draco and the other two who were distributing the badges.

"Don't say you're touched." Draco patted Aaron's shoulder proudly, "This is a spontaneous organization of all Slytherins, and everyone uses this way to show their support for you.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shamelessly plagiarized our ideas, and now Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter's supporters also wear similar badges.

But there is also good news. Naylor spent a lot of effort, and even promised to let Ravenclaw score 50 points in the Quidditch Cup next year, before reaching an agreement with Eagles to let most of the Ravenclaws support you.

Now you definitely have the most supporters in the whole Hogwarts."

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched violently, and he felt like he was cracked.

Damn! He hasn't been so high-profile in more than ten years.

After the bell rang, Professor Snape walked into the classroom.

He glanced at the students in the classroom and found that all the Slytherins were wearing green badges, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, Slytherins are still very united!

Then he turned his attention to Gryffindor and found that Hermione, Ron and a few others were wearing S.P.E.W badges, which made him a little confused, but he didn't care much.

However, the red badges supporting Harry Potter worn by most people made his face look a little ugly.

His least favorite student was Harry Potter, and now someone dared to publicly support Harry Potter in his class, which was simply a challenge to his teacher's majesty.

Just when he wanted to teach Harry Potter, the supporter of Gryffindor, a lesson, there was a knock on the door.

Colin Creevey, a third-year Gryffindor, walked into the classroom. "Excuse me, sir. Mr. Bagman wants me to take the two champions of the Triwizard Tournament upstairs."

"Gaius, you go with him."

"Okay!"

Aaron got up quickly, packed his schoolbag neatly, and picked up Abe from the table.

"What about Harry Potter?" Colin asked nervously.

"Potter's level of potion preparation is not comparable to Gaius's. He needs to be delayed for an hour."

"But professor, the champions of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be there. Mr. Bagman is talking about all the champions."

"Okay!" Snape said impatiently, "Potter, take your schoolbag and disappear from my sight."

Harry still felt a little unrealistic when he walked out of the classroom. For the first time, he felt that Colin, a brainless fan, was so pleasing to the eye that he could actually save him from Snape's clutches.

"You are really amazing!" Colin said in admiration, "Two fourth-year wizards can actually keep pace with three seventh-year wizards."

Aaron smiled reluctantly, "What does Mr. Bagman want to see us about?"

"It seems that he wants to take pictures." Colin said thoughtfully, "I saw reporters from the Daily Prophet coming, and their cameras are much better than mine."

"Beautiful, I will further embarrass myself." Harry said depressedly.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, "Harry, I hope your bad luck won't work this time!"

"What do you mean?"

"It means you should pray to Merlin right now, and the Daily Prophet must not interview you." Aaron said in a deep voice, "Rita Skeeter is the most unethical reporter. Arthur Weasley and Alastor Moody have all suffered at her hands.

Being targeted by her is not just embarrassing, but unfortunately, you, the wizard who defeated the mysterious man, are more worthy of an interview than anyone else."

Harry's face turned pale when he heard this, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"I won't be that unlucky!"

"I hope not." Aaron shrugged.

"We're here." Colin led them to a room. "Good luck to you."

The two looked at each other, knocked on the door, and walked in.

This was a classroom of medium size. Most of the tables and chairs were cleared, leaving only five chairs in the middle and a long table and empty seats in front of the podium. At first glance, it was an interview site.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour arrived here first. Viktor had a gloomy face and exuded an aura of keeping strangers away, while Cedric and Fleur were chatting happily.

In addition to the three people, there was Ludo Bagman, a photographer with a big belly, and a witch in a red robe.

"Harry, did you pray just now?" Aaron said half-jokingly.

"I didn't have time."

"That's it." Aaron sighed, "She is Rita Skeeter."

"Huh?"

Harry looked at the witch who was wearing jeweled glasses and dressed up gorgeously, and his heart did not feel weak.

At this moment, he just wanted to reduce his presence. Being framed to participate in the extremely dangerous Triwizard Tournament was tragic enough, but he didn't want to experience social death before the competition.

"They are here." Bagman said to Rita Skeeter, "The fourth and fifth warriors."

"Mr. Bagman." Aaron said directly, "I still have some things to do, so..."

"Understood, it won't waste much of your time.

It's just a ceremony to test the wands. The other referees will be here soon."

"Just testing the wands?" Aaron looked at the photographer and Rita Skeeter, expressing serious doubts about Bagman's words.

"Uh... I need to take a few photos of the five of you warriors.

This is Rita Skeeter, she is writing an article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet."

Rita Skeeter smiled and looked at the five people, her eyes passed over Cedric, Krum, and Fleur, hesitated between Aaron and Harry for several seconds, and finally locked on the scar on Harry Potter's head.

"Ludo, before we start testing the wands, can I have a few words with Harry?

You know, his identity can add a lot of color to the article."

"No problem." Bagman said loudly, "Just... I wonder if Harry objects?"

"Objection." Aaron said immediately, "Mr. Bagman and Ms. Skeeter, Harry is not in a very good condition today, so..."

"Yes." Harry reacted and said, "I have a cold, and Madam Pomfrey asked me to rest well this morning."

"Is that so?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed with displeasure, and then she turned her eyes to Aaron, "Then I wonder if Mr. Gaius is free?"

"Uh... It should be..."

"Great." Rita Skeeter didn't give Aaron a chance to object, and directly grabbed Aaron's arm, and her two-inch long red nails grabbed it tightly like claws.

But the next moment, something embarrassing happened. No matter how hard she pulled, Aaron didn't move at all.

"You are very strong! Mr. Gaius." Rita Skeeter let go of her hand with a little embarrassment.

"Just barely enough!" Aaron showed a harmless smile. His physical fitness can be said to be at the peak of human beings. Rita Skeeter's strength can't beat him at all.

"Haha! If possible, can you come out and talk with me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible.

Dumbledore reminded me that I must not accept any interviews." Aaron said seriously, "You know, he is the headmaster, and it is necessary to listen to his words."

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth, and then reluctantly turned her eyes to Diggory, "The oldest and most competitive warrior in Hogwarts, you should..."

Before she finished speaking, the door opened again, and Albus Dumbledore walked in first, followed by Barty Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim and Adrian Crane, and finally Garrick Ollivander.

After the six people came, they spontaneously sat in the referee seat in front of the podium, and Ludo Bagman also naturally joined them.

"You guys go ahead." Rita Skeeter said tactfully, and then stepped aside with the photographer.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said after sitting down, "He is a famous wand maker. He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the competition."

"Aaron, you go first!" Ollivander smiled kindly.

"Okay, uncle."

"Uncle, is this your uncle?" Fleur looked at Aaron in astonishment, Cedric and Cullum looked a little unnatural, and even Maxim and Karkaroff twitched their eyes slightly.

It's okay for my sister to be a referee, but my uncle is also a prosecutor. This relationship is a bit outrageous.

"He is my great-nephew." Ollivander explained, "But the rules of Ollivander will not change because of an individual's identity.

I am only responsible for checking whether the wand is in good condition, and I don't care about the rest."

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