Harry Potter Reborn

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

"The purpose of calling you here today is to test the magic wand ritual. The other referees will be here soon."

"Detection wand? What does that do?" Harry asked.

Bagman said: "We must check whether your wand is fully functional and performs well, because in future competitions, the wand will be your most important helper. This must not allow mistakes. Without this step, it will happen."

There have been times when a warrior unfortunately lost his life because the wand contained hidden dangers.”

Except for Harry, the expressions of the other five warriors changed. They were most afraid of hearing the news that a warrior would die during the match.

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

This is not a fucking game, this is life-threatening.

Bagman said: "The expert is upstairs, with Principal McGonagall, and then takes some photos. This is Rita Skeeter. She is writing an article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet.

Xiao Wen, you seem to know each other?"

Rita Skeeter looked at Harry and shouted angrily: "This is no small article, Ludo! This is going to be on the front page of the Daily Prophet! And there will be a series of follow-up reports!"

Bagman whispered: "Why are you so excited? I am a sports person, you are a media person, I don't understand."

Harry smiled and sat down: "Reporter Rita, can you interview me? I think you need it."

"Okay." Rita Skeeter cried sadly.

The quill floated tremblingly on the parchment.

Rita Skeeter asked cautiously: "First of all, Mr. Potter, you are the youngest warrior. The other warriors are all over seventeen years old. So what made you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?

"

Harry smiled and said: "Because young people always love vanity, I just want to show off."

The green quill pen immediately began to write rapidly, and the tip of the pen slid across the parchment dexterously: Mr. Potter said humbly that his purpose in participating in the competition was to participate, gain experience, and grow.

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

Rita Skeeter continued: "A very small number of people have accused you of grandstanding. Do you have anything to refute them?"

Harry said: "They are right, they are just stating facts."

Quill wrote: Mr. Porter is very open-minded. He believes that the existence of different voices is common sense and there is no need to care too much. He generously forgives the young people who made dirty remarks about him.

Viktor Krum: "???"

Furong said angrily: "Why don't you ask him those questions that deliberately make things difficult for others? Isn't it said that private life issues are more likely to attract attention?"

Rita Skeeter glared hard at Fleur.

Harry smiled and said, "Yes, just ask."

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to ask: "Mr. Potter, who has always been a straight-A student, do you have any relationship problems?"

Harry said bluntly: "Yes, I am just a playboy and like several girls."

Rita Skeeter laughed dryly.

Quill wrote: Mr. Potter is very humorous, no wonder he is liked by the girls in the same school.

"So who are you dating now?"

Harry said frankly: "Of course I dated several girls at the same time."

Quill wrote: Mr. Potter does not shy away from his sincerity, and he is so frank that people feel good about him.

Fleur groaned: "Merlin, please accept this evildoer quickly."

She had never seen anyone as shameless as Rita Skeeter.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Karkaroff, Madam Maxim, and an old man came in.

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

Fleur originally wanted to sit on the chair one seat away from Harry, but saw Rita Skeeter take out the roll of parchment from her handbag again, spread it on her knees, smacked the tip of her shorthand quill, and then

Placing the pen upright on the parchment, Fleur immediately sat next to Harry, pressing against him as if Harry's side was the safest place.

Professor McGonagall sat at a round table in the middle and said to Harry and others: "This is Mr. Ollivander. He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the competition."

The old man with two big light-colored eyes was Mr. Ollivander from Diagon Alley. In 1991, the same Phoenix wand that Harry had used before was sold to him in the wand shop by Voldemort.

Old wizard.

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

Harry couldn't help but look at the old man differently and whispered: "You're an old pervert."

Furong's face turned slightly red.

Ollivander smiled at Harry, showing almost all his teeth.

Fleur walked briskly towards Mr. Ollivander, remembered Harry's words, and handed him her wand from a distance.

Ollivander hummed softly. He rotated the wand between his thin and slender fingers like a baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he put the wand close to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

He said softly: "Yes, nine and a half inches... very elastic... made of maple wood... contains... Oh, my God, is this..."

Fleur said: "It contains a Veela hair, which is my grandma's hair."

Although Harry already knew that Fleur's body did contain Veela blood, he still did not give up his plan to study Fleur's body. There was no way, Harry was such a scholar-type wizard who loved to study.

Mr. Ollivander said: "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela's hair as the core of a wand, but it is indeed a very good material, especially if this is an elder who is related to you by blood.

You can even borrow a little bit of your grandma’s power from it..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he muttered in a low voice: "The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the head of the wand.

Mr. Ollivander said while gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand: "Very good, the wand is in good condition, and if you use charm magic, it will have extraordinary effects. I believe you will get good results...

Mr. Gorey, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat with brisk steps, and then raised her head to Harry proudly: Did you hear that, Ollivander said that my wand is very good, and that I can get good results.

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

"This is the wand I made. Yes, I remember it very clearly. There was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn. It was five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail.

It almost poked a hole in me with its horn when it was furry. Unicorns are not easy to mess with when they are angry. Twelve and a quarter inches... made of ash (chén) wood... excellent elasticity... very

good……"

Ollivander tested the effect of using the magic spell again. A string of silver-white smoke rings was sprayed from the head of Cedric's wand. The smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He nodded with satisfaction and put out the wand.

Gave it back to Cedric.

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