I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

"Okay, Harry." Cedric walked up and, under the wary eyes of Ron and Hermione, smiled and invited, "Let's go for a drink together? If you like."

"Oh...well, sure, sure." Harry felt that this adult feeling was not bad, and he immediately accepted the invitation. To be honest, he didn't want to make the relationship with Hufflepuff House too awkward.

Frankly speaking, Harry felt that he was in the wrong. He was clearly not allowed to participate in the competition due to his age, yet he still got into such a thing. If it weren't for the support of his Gryffindor classmates, he would have wanted to die a long time ago.

Harry is actually quite sensitive and fragile inside.

Seeing that their own warriors left with the Gryffindor warriors, the little Hufflepuff badgers could no longer laugh at Gryffindor. They all silently took off the badges on their chests and sat back to continue eating.

The Gryffindors didn't care. They all pointed at the "Potter Stinky Shit" badge on their chest and laughed so hard that their stomachs could almost be seen.

"Hey, George the Stinky Shit." Fred pointed at his twin brother George and said with a grin, "It's a pity that Percy has graduated, otherwise we would have made a badge like this, called - Weatherby the Stinky Shit."

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

"Don't you think the name Weatherby is ironic?" George chuckled. "Think about it, he admires Mr. Crouch so much, but Mr. Crouch can't even remember his name... God, this is really a disaster. If it happens to me, I would rather kiss Lee Jordan's ass."

"Oh my God, George, you actually have improper thoughts about my butt!" Lee Jordan showed an expression of disbelief, "I treat you as a brother, and you actually want to kiss my butt!"

"That's what good brothers do," Seamus Finnigan interjected. "But you're getting a little dangerous, George."

"You guys are breaking the law, do you know that?" George raised his index finger at the people around him. "I'm so sad. You guys actually teamed up to bully me..."

"Stop pretending, George. I'd rather believe that my grandmother will never send me a Howler again!" Neville suddenly said this, and the atmosphere became quiet, and then the entire Gryffindor seat burst into laughter.

"Oh my God, Neville, you are really..." Ron thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words to describe Neville.

"A barking dog that bites doesn't bite." Simo continued, but was slapped on the shoulder by Angelina next to him.

"How can you talk like that, little bastard?"

Angelina had a ferocious expression on her face. She inherited the fine tradition of Gryffindor women that hitting people hurts a lot. At this moment, she was not fighting alone.

Seamus lowered his head in fear. He didn't dare to touch Angelina. God knew whether the force of this woman hitting the Quaffle would hit his head.

Gryffindor has always performed well in terms of knowing the times.

Courage does not mean being reckless. Sometimes, it takes a lot of courage to admit defeat.

About half an hour later, Harry and Cedric came back arm in arm. It was obvious that both of them were very happy. At least they thought the other was a good person and could be friends.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor shook hands and made peace again. After all, the "leaders" of the two colleges have become brothers, and they have no reason to continue to maintain a hostile situation.

Ron was a little nervous because of Louis' words. Now when he was with Harry, he always acted like an unprofessional bodyguard, and everyone he saw looked like a bad guy with bad intentions.

In the afternoon, Rita Skeeter came to Hogwarts. After all, the Triwizard Tournament was a large-scale event, and it could be said to be a rare event in the wizarding world that only happened once every N years. It would be a bit unreasonable not to come for an interview to take advantage of the popularity.

The main purpose of Rita Skeeter's trip was Harry. Just think about it, the boy who survived the disaster, plus the youngest warrior in the history of the Triwizard Tournament, this gimmick combined together, this is great news.

To be honest, Ms. Skeeter has never cared much about money. After all, Louis usually allocates a lot of funds to the newspaper. She mainly cares about the topicality of the news, which is a kind of self-realization and self-satisfaction for an avid journalist like her.

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

The order of the interviews followed the order of the Goblet of Fire. When it was Catherine's turn, everyone could clearly feel that Rita Skeeter, who had originally had a gossipy look, immediately changed her expression to a serious one.

There's no way. She's the boss's girlfriend. If she makes her unhappy, she'll be the one who suffers.

The content of the interview was also very simple, just a few ordinary and standard questions. She polished the rest by herself. Catherine answered in front of her, and she began to expand on it in the notebook, especially focusing on the touching love story of this Slytherin warrior and her boyfriend who supported each other all the way.

In short, Ms. Skeeter is very good at flattery. She flatters both sides very well without overemphasizing one and ignoring the other. She treats both sides very evenly.

Rita was not afraid that Louis would be unhappy after reading the newspaper. In fact, she dared to write this because there was some hint from Louis in it.

After Catherine's interview, Ludo Bagman jumped up and rushed forward quickly: "Ah! Here he is, the seventh champion... Come in, Harry! Come in, there's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand testing ceremony, the other referees will be here soon - by the way, Ms. Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet will give you a small interview."

"Ah?" Harry was a little surprised. There were so many factors that he didn't know which one to pay attention to for a moment. He could only let out an "ah" like a silly goose to express his confusion.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because your wands will be your most important equipment in the upcoming competitions," Mr. Bagman said earnestly. "The experts are upstairs with Dumbledore. After you finish your interview with Ms. Skeeter, go upstairs and check your wands... This is Ms. Skeeter." He pointed to a witch in a magenta robe. "She is writing an interview with the warriors for the Daily Prophet, as well as some small articles about the Triwizard Tournament."

"Maybe it's not a small matter, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said lightly, but she looked at Harry without blinking, as if she could see through him.

After a moment, she said, "Before we begin, 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 emphasized the "little article", as if to protest against the little article Mr. Bagman had just mentioned.

"Of course I will!" cried Mr. Bagman. "Just - would Harry object?"

"Ah...well, I'm fine." Harry wanted to object, but was too embarrassed to do so.

"Great," said Rita Skeeter, reaching out and grabbing Harry's arm, and opening a nearby door. "We can't stay there, it's too noisy for an interview, so why don't we just talk in this cubicle, Harry?"

Harry didn't know whether he should object or not. He looked towards Louis for help, but found that Louis had already stood up and was about to go upstairs with Catherine.

Well, now I can only rely on myself. Harry encouraged himself in his heart and followed Ms. Skeeter to the small dark room next to it.

Louis certainly noticed Harry and Rita's little tricks, but he was not worried. Rita was also one of them, and she would not harm Harry, but just write some insignificant little reports in the Daily Prophet.

The interview was done very quickly and Harry was released soon. His eyes were circling like mosquito coils. If Cedric hadn't been quick to hold him, he would have fallen down as soon as he left the small dark room.

The wand testing place was said to be upstairs, but it was actually a small attic-style second floor. Behind the velvet table sat five judges - Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Ludo Bagman, Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, and the old acquaintance wand maker Ollivander.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to several warriors, "The students of Hogwarts are no strangers to him, but I think the warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang may not know him. He is the best wand maker in the British wizarding world. Now, he will check your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the competition."

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

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

"Hmm..." Mr. Ollivander pondered for a moment, then he twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand sprayed many pink and golden sparks. Then he brought the wand close to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...with...Oh, my God!"

At this point, Ollivander showed a little surprise at the right moment.

"Its core is a strand of Veela hair," Fleur said with a smile, "My grandmother's hair, of course."

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "Yes, of course. I have never used Veela hair myself. I find wands made from Veela hair too sensitive and capricious, but to each his own, and if it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers gently over the wand, evidently checking it for scrapes and bruises, and then he murmured, "Orchid in bloom!"

As he chanted the spell, a bunch of flowers bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Very good, in good shape," Mr. Ollivander praised, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with his wand. "Mr. Diggory, it's your turn."

This was said to Cedric.

Fleur returned to her seat lightly and gracefully, and smiled at Cedric as she passed him.

Ollivander took the wand from Cedric. He was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ah, this is my product, isn't it? Yes, I remember it very clearly. There is a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn... It must be five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, and he almost made a transparent hole in my horn."

"Twelve and a quarter inches, made of elm, very flexible, in excellent condition... Do you take care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night." Cedric said with a warm smile.

Mr. Ollivander blew a string of silvery white smoke rings from the tip of Cedric's wand, and the smoke rings floated from one end of the house to the other. He nodded to show his satisfaction, returned the wand to Cedric, and called the next person's name.

After testing Marilyn Chabanol's wand, Ollivander handed it back to her and said to Katherine, "Miss Volley, it's your turn."

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

"Hmm, it looks familiar, but also a little different..." Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Catherine, frowned for a long time and finally relaxed, "Cypress wood, eleven inches, unicorn tail hair... Ha, if I remember correctly, this should be the one I sold to Mr. Mountbatten."

"This wand was given to me by my boyfriend, Mr. Ollivander." Catherine added, "The guy you were talking about."

"Well, no wonder." Mr. Ollivander smiled. He took the wand and examined it carefully and said, "It seems that your boyfriend is amazing. I don't know what interesting things he added to this wand, but at least... I have never seen a wand better than this one - the tip of this wand is a vibrant leaf, but I can clearly feel that it has a significant amplifying effect on my fire magic."

"Love is the greatest magic in the world." Mr. Ollivander muttered aimlessly and chanted a spell.

"Lumos! (Fluorescence)"

This time, just like a flash bomb exploding, a strong light burst out from the tip of the leaf wand. Catherine and Ollivander were the first to be hit, but because Catherine was the owner of the leaf, she was not hurt. But Mr. Ollivander was miserable. He was stimulated by the strong light and tears flowed down his face. He covered his eyes with one hand, but he was very professional and did not forget to return the wand to Catherine.

Not only Ollivander, but everyone in the whole room who was staring at the wands felt a little shocked by the fluorescent flashes. They covered their eyes and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of their eyes.