Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

There was a knock on the compartment door, and Dumbledore and Ollivander entered the room together, and Harry and Rita Skeeter also came out of the broom closet.

"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."

Unexpectedly, it was this person who was in charge of checking the wand. Augustus looked at Ollivander. An old wizard with two big light-colored eyes was standing quietly by the window.As if noticing Augustus' gaze, Ollivander responded with a polite smile.

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

Hmm..." 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.

"That's right," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...very good, thank you, Miss Fleur." Handing Fleur the wand, Ollivander looked away Augustus.

"Then next, it's your wand, Mister Augustus." Ollivander's light-colored eyes held a hint of hidden expectation.

Augustus drew out his silver wand, and the golden spots of sunlight reflected on the wand. The pure bright silver and the brilliant gold complemented each other, and Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ollivander took the wand solemnly, with an expression on his face as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, "It seems like yesterday, everything seems to have happened yesterday. Silver Moon, long time no see." The wand waved gently in the air , A piece of dark blue stars flowed down like fiery trees and silver flowers, the whole room was immersed in clusters of stars, and Fu Rong's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Harry looked down at his wand, which was covered with fingerprints.He grabbed the corner of his robes from his knees, trying to surreptitiously wipe his wand clean.Fleur Delacour gave him such a haughty glance at the golden stars on the top of the wand that he had to give it up.

Next, only Harry and Krum were left, and after checking their wands, Ollivander walked out of the room with a satisfied face.

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

"Well, a group photo of the warriors before the Triwizard Contest is a necessary procedure." Rita replied cautiously, her eyes fell on Augustus, seeing that Augustus didn't seem to have any objections, she was much relieved.

It took a long time to take pictures.Madame Maxime blocked the others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to bring her into the frame; in the end she had to sit down and the others stood around her.Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it into a curl.The cinematographer seemed particularly motivated to bring Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up, pulling Augustus into greater prominence.

In the next few days, Rita Skeeter's article put Harry in trouble again, and Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts.According to his close friend Colin Creevey, Harry and a man named

Hermione Granger's girls are inseparable. Miss Granger is amazingly beautiful. She was born in a Muggle family. Like Harry, she is also

One of the top students in the school.

Compared with the reports on the positive shaping of Augustus's various long-winded speeches, Harry, as a lace discourse described as a tragic hero who forbears, the pages of the two accounted for almost all the positive editions of the entire Daily Prophet.

"Want a handkerchief, Potter, so you don't cry in Transfiguration?"

"When did you become the top student in the school, Potter? Maybe you and Longbottom started the school together?"

It has to be said that the speed at which negative news spreads is always too alarming. Within a few days, one of the Hogwarts warriors, Harry Potter, began to spread various versions of the love notice in the streets and alleys. For spread.

"Amazingly beautiful? Her?" Pansy Parkinson said strangely the first time she met Hermione after Rita's article had been published. "What does she judge by—a chipmunk?"

In contrast, Augustus’s interviews and reports have almost reached the level of personal biography, from protecting the Philosopher’s Stone in the first grade, to destroying the chamber of secrets and defeating the Basilisk in the second grade, until he defeated hundreds of dementors alone last year, all kinds of brilliance The deeds were presented in the newspapers as individual articles with exquisite descriptions. On the other hand, Austrian fans from the three schools all said that this reporter was of a good standard, which also attracted a large number of readers of the Daily Prophet.

Recently, Malfoy has always been in an inexplicably good mood. The Daily Prophet has become one of his daily must-read articles. On it, you can always find all kinds of surprises about Potter, whether it is a crying boy, The male protagonist of the rumored love triangle is still an unscrupulous conspirator to get the position of warrior. The image of Porter is too full.

"Haha." While picking up a pumpkin pie, Draco seemed to see something wonderful, with an idiotic smile on his face.

Lilian shook her head slightly, and sighed, "It's really hopeless. Ever since Rita's novel was published, Draco has completely fallen into it. I have to say that the method of poisoning young people is too cruel."

Augustus touched his chin helplessly. The current situation is really not conducive to unity. Rita's two articles almost turned him and Harry into two poles. Right now, Harry may only rely on a hearty fight The game can prove itself.

"Actually, it can't be blamed on Potter. He has no background at all. First he was the Boy Who Lived, and now he is a Hogwarts Warrior. If this kind of gimmick is not used for hype, it is really a pity for Rita's talent. ’” Thor sighed.

Not far away, Hagrid's huge body came towards him.

"Mr. Augustus, do you have time tonight? If so, come to my cabin at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night to find me. I have something very important to tell you." Hagrid's simple and honest face showed A smile.

"Oh? Okay, nothing tonight, twelve o'clock? I'll try to be there on time." Augustus gave Hagrid a puzzled look, and agreed.

Hagrid straightened up and said loudly, "Okay, see you on time then. Nice to meet you, Lillian." He blinked and left.