I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 263: Reporting Deviations
This mistake came unexpectedly. The judges were fine, especially Dumbledore, who was not stimulated by the strong light at all. But the contestants were different. They were so stimulated that they had snot and tears running down their faces. They looked so embarrassed.

Fortunately, the strong light from the leaf will not harm its owner, Catherine.

After more than ten minutes, Mr. Ollivander, with red eyes, asked Harry to come forward.

After taking Harry's wand, Ollivander's red and swollen eyes burst into excitement, as if he had seen a long-lost good friend.

"Yes, yes, I remember it very well. I was very impressed by your wand, Mr. Potter."

Harry also remembered it clearly, as if it happened yesterday.

In the summer of 1991, on his eleventh birthday, Hagrid took him into Mr. Ollivander's wand shop. Harry still remembered that he had tried almost all the wands before finally choosing this one - it was made of holly, eleven inches long, and there was a phoenix tail feather in it. He still vividly remembered the surprised look on Mr. Ollivander's face when he saw that the wand was a perfect match for him.

When Ollivander kept praising it as "wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful", Harry asked why. Ollivander's answer was that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand and the feather in Voldemort's wand were plucked from the same bird.

Harry kept this secret in his heart. He never mentioned it to Ron, with whom he had the best relationship, or to Headmaster Dumbledore, whom he trusted the most.

Recalling this, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, Mr. Ollivander won’t tell this secret to others, will he?
Barbie is cute... If Mr. Ollivander were to tell others, Rita Skeeter might make some big news...

Fortunately, Mr. Ollivander was not a big mouth, which made Harry feel relieved.

Mr. Ollivander took much longer to examine Harry's wand than the others, finally letting a stream of wine spurt from the top of it before handing it back to Harry and loudly declaring it to be in perfect condition.

Harry finally felt relieved at this moment. He looked at Mr. Ollivander with a little gratitude and felt a little confused about what he did to Mr. Ollivander.

Good boy, why are you looking at me like that? It was the wand that chose you, not me...

He seemed to have completely forgotten that Voldemort's wand and Harry's wand were "brothers".

"Okay, the wand detection is over now. Thank you for your cooperation," Dumbledore said, standing up beside the referee's table. "I think you must be a little tired after standing for so long, so... you should go back and rest. Perhaps it would be more convenient to go downstairs to eat, since dinner will be served soon anyway."

Catherine stood up and prepared to leave, but the referee, Mr. Ludo Bagman, who was sitting not far away, jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture! Hey, Dumbledore, let's take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly. "After all, this is a grand event that only comes once in many years. Let's take a close photo with our referees and warriors. This will be more memorable. What do you think, Rita?"

At this point, Mr. Bagman looked back at Ms. Rita Skeeter, as if looking for an ally to support his words.

Rita Skeeter first glanced at Louis, and seeing that Louis had no intention of objecting and even nodded to her imperceptibly, she said, "Well... okay, let's take a group photo first." As she spoke, her eyes fell on Harry again, "Maybe we'll take a few individual photos later."

It took a long time to take the photo, after all, the combination of these people was too strange - the tall and strong Madame Maxime would block others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and fit her completely into the camera. In the end, she had to sit down at Louis' suggestion, and everyone else stood around her.

Karkaroff kept twisting his goatee with his fingers, trying to curl it. Krum's behavior was inconsistent with his status as a Quidditch star. I thought he would be used to this kind of photo-taking, but he hid behind everyone.

Are you shy, Bubble Teapot? Seeing such a muscular man with a blush on his face, Louis really wanted to throw him into the bathroom, or the girls' bathroom.

The photographer seemed particularly eager to put Fleur in the foreground, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into a more prominent position, as if he were her illegitimate child.

Marilyn Chabanol stood rather stiffly beside Cedric. She chatted well with Cedric and seemed to want to have a good relationship with him. Vasily Petrenko also tried hard to shrink himself closer to Cedric, probably intending to have a good relationship with him as well.

It seems that Cedric is quite friendly.

Catherine stood behind Madame Maxime in a very casual manner. This was Madame Maxime's arrangement - she liked and admired Catherine very much. If Dumbledore had not been sitting next to her, she would probably have asked Catherine if she had any intention of transferring schools.

But this is impossible after all. After all, Catherine can't abandon Louis and go to Beauxbatons alone.

So the final positioning for the photo was that Madame Maxime sat in the middle. Since the headmaster of Beauxbatons was also sitting there, there must be no favoritism, so the photographer moved two more chairs and let Dumbledore, the headmaster and Karkaroff sit next to her; Catherine stood in the middle, behind Madame Maxime; on her side were Marilyn, Cedric and Harry, who stood behind Headmaster Dumbledore.

On the other side of Catherine was Furong who looked confused, Vasily who looked reluctant, and Viktor.

It seemed that Furong didn't understand why her position was squeezed out by Marilyn.

The photographer worked very hard and took several photos from various angles before the photo session was over.

Then, Ms. Rita Skeeter insisted on taking individual photos of the warriors one by one. It took a long time before they finally ended this long photo journey in many senses.

Rita was very capable. She made an excuse that the warriors could invite their best friends to take a photo together, and she also took several more photos of Louis and Catherine as a commemoration.

Harry looked at Zhang Qiu taking a photo with Cedric reluctantly, and felt a little jealous. Zhang Qiu's eyes were full of Cedric.

Fortunately, Ginny came in time and took Ron and Hermione to take many photos with Harry.

Rita looked at Ginny and Hermione with shining eyes. She had already prepared countless drafts in her mind, as if she was thinking about how to write about how Harry, the savior and Hogwarts warrior, was playing two-timing.

The love triangle is the most eye-catching topic in the world. It applies to any country and any group, and wizards are no exception.

...Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was time for the first game to start.

Louis had seen Harry only a few times in the Great Hall recently, and he knew that Harry was having a hard time—not bad, but complicated—thanks to Ms. Rita Skeeter's report on the Triwizard Tournament, which was more an exaggerated account of Harry's life than a report on the Tournament.

A large portion of the front page of the newspaper was taken up by a picture of Harry, and the entire article was about Harry, with the names of the rest of the champions crammed onto the last line, and Fleur's name was misspelled.

The Hufflepuffs who had already reconciled naturally didn't say much, but Harry still felt a little guilty, so he went to find Cedric to apologize. Unexpectedly, Cedric patted him on the shoulder and said it was nothing and it was not his fault.

When Louis saw Harry talking to him about Cedric, he felt as if he was seeing Ronaldo mention Kaka...

But Harry's trouble came not from the hostility of others, but from the deviation in Rita Skeeter's reporting.

His face burned whenever he thought of what Ms. Skeeter had said to him in the broom stall.

"You wouldn't want your parents to be ashamed of you, would you, Potter?"

Harry could still recall Ms. Skeeter's scorching gaze, which could even burn a hole in a person.

Not to mention Ms. Skeeter's article in the Daily Prophet, Harry felt like he was socially dead.

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

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

"I know nothing can hurt me in the game because they are watching over me..."

That's not all. Rita Skeeter not only turns his hesitating into a series of disgusting tirades, but also asks others what they think of him.

"Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family." said Colin Creevey, who claimed to be Harry's close friend.

"Harry is inseparable from a girl named Hermione Granger. Miss Granger is stunningly beautiful and was born into a Muggle family. Like Harry, she is also one of the top students in the school." A Gryffindor classmate who did not want to be named said, "Perhaps it is because geniuses appreciate each other that their relationship is so good. God, I even think they are a better match together..."

Ever since this article appeared, Harry has been caught up in all kinds of strange looks. There are mommy fans, mostly senior students, such as Angelina. They feel sorry for the poor big boy portrayed by Ms. Skeeter who "secretly cries in bed in the middle of the night missing his mom". They always ask Harry about his well-being and look at him with that expression of Xi Shi holding her heart, with the pain on their faces obvious.

The other part is mainly sarcastic, such as Draco. When they were taking Potions class together, Harry was accidentally smoked and cried, which was seen by Draco.

"Oh, Pott, what's wrong with you?" Draco asked in a very concerned tone, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Harry, "Use this to wipe your tears, poor child, you must be missing your mother..."

For a moment, Harry really wanted to use Expelliarmus on Draco, the kind of Expelliarmus that Expelliarmus's owner would use.

Others ridiculed his "excellent academic performance". Yes, the same thing happened in the Potions class, but it was Snape who ridiculed him.

"Top student... Tsk..." Snape looked at Harry with a look of extreme disdain, as if he was looking at trash. "I don't know when you became a top student, Pott. I just hope that Ms. Skeeter's standard is not Mr. Longbottom's."

Neville's hand trembled when his name was mentioned, and he spilled water on Seamus' legs.

Snape was used to it. He didn't even insult Neville. Instead, he said calmly, "Five points from Gryffindor. I hope that the potion sprinkled on Mr. Finnigan's legs next time won't be a highly toxic one."

Of course, Harry wasn't the only one in this predicament; Hermione also ran into trouble.

"Her? Stunningly beautiful?" Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin said in a strange voice when she saw Hermione. "What did she base her judgment on? Oh, if she were a beaver, Miss Granger would indeed be considered stunningly beautiful..."

Immediately, a burst of laughter broke out among her group of children.

It must be said that the entire Slytherin knew Hermione's nickname - Beaver... This was all thanks to Catherine three years ago.

Hermione, imitating Katherine's manner, glanced at them with a very queenly disdain and strode forward with her chin raised, as if she had heard nothing.

This worked quite well, and the Slytherin girls suddenly felt a little boring.

The ones who are suffering the most now are Ginny and Ron.

It hurts, it hurts so much, my boyfriend/girlfriend has been dumped by someone else, and it hurts my heart as the butter beer goes down my throat.

Ron sat in the hall a little depressed, drinking butterbeer alone. Even though he trusted his good brother Harry very much and didn't believe Hermione would betray him, he couldn't stop thinking about what was written in the Daily Prophet.

He had no one to talk to, and wanted to go find Louis, but the maid told him that Louis was not there at the moment. So he could only sit in the hall, order a glass of butterbeer and drink it slowly to relieve his sorrow.

No alcohol though.

"Ronald!" He heard someone calling him in his ear. It was a familiar voice. When he turned around, he felt someone kissing him.

It's Hermione.

(End of this chapter)