Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 66 The First Challenge

"The competition fee is at your own expense! Is Dumbledore confused? I might as well quit the competition!" Hilbert cursed in a low voice after hearing Dumbledore's verdict.

"Now, please, Mr. Shafik, stand up and apologize to Hufflepuff Ravenclaw on behalf of Gryffindor Slytherin!" Dumbledore used the spell loudly this time, and everyone heard it when it was over.

Hilbert stood up slowly with Daphne's support.The lips trembled for a long time to spit out a word. "First of all, I want to apologize for my previous reckless behavior. Because of a whim, the four colleges that were originally good brothers turned against each other. I am sorry for this. Senior Cedric withdrew from the competition. I will also prove my strength with practical actions. For this reason, Harry Potter and I have discussed it, no matter who wins the Hogwarts competition, this honor does not belong to the house it belongs to but belongs to the four houses jointly."

There was thunderous applause.

The four prefects stood up and shook hands to make peace. Under the influence of the so-called language that Dumbledore believed had very powerful magic power, the conflicts between the four colleges were resolved.

"Hilbert! Hilbert! Wait a minute. I have something to tell you. Call Harry over." Cedric caught up with Hilbert out of breath.

"Harry, come here. Something to do!"

"Professor Hagrid asked me to tell you to go to him at midnight at midnight. He has something to tell you about the first event."

"Thank you Cedric, sorry!"

"No need for that, whoever wins the match belongs to Hogwarts."

"Harry, Hill, wait a minute." Hermione ran over and said.

"What's the matter, Miss Know-It-All?" Hilbert said half-jokingly.

"You! Forget it, Dumbledore told you two to pay the competition fee." Hermione paused. "However, Professor Snape, Professor Lingxu, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick have paid the money for you."

"Tell them for me, we will not disappoint their kindness."

the next day.

Bang!
The old-fashioned camera flashed suddenly, startling the four of them.A paunchy man holds a large black camera that is slightly smoking, and takes pictures of four people in front of him. Fleur is wearing a gown and sitting on a velvet chair in a very dignified posture. On the left is Victor Krum , the one on the right is Hilbert Shafik and the one in the middle is Harry Potter.

"Very good, the four warriors of our Triwizard Tournament." A woman in light green came out from behind.Her hair was done up in delicate, stiff curls that looked oddly out of place with her big-jawed face.She wears a pair of jeweled glasses.Thick fingers grasped the crocodile leather handbag, the nails were two inches long and were painted red.Hilbert heard from his mother that she was a woman—Rita Skeeter, another Ravenclaw student who became famous as a "big reporter" who actually made up a mouthful of running trains. madman.How did Ravenclaw produce such students? (Quirrell in the first year, from Ravenclaw. Lockhart in the second year, from Ravenclaw.) Except for the correct names, everything she wrote is fictional.

"Okay, who do we start with? You, a strong hunk." Krum was at a loss and was grabbed by Rita Skeeter and dragged to the broom next door.A quarter of an hour later, Krum, who didn't talk much, came out with a dark face.As for what to ask, Hilbert thought it best not to ask.Otherwise, there is a good meal to eat.

"Come on, pretty girl!" Furong stood up and tossed her silver hair and walked into the broomroom next door.

"I hope she won't write any more outrageous articles." A kind old man's voice came from the side. "Ah! Principal, why are you here?"

"I just came here not long ago."

"What was the outrageous article you mentioned just now?"

"A petrified old madman."

Poof, Harry almost couldn't hold back his laughter.Dumbledore glanced back.

"Principal, has he reported what happened between you and him?"

"How did you know that?" Dumbledore's eyes began to glow fiercely.

"Bathilda Basshot, her old man told me, is the one down there."

"It's an old thing. The older it gets, the less prudish it is."

Furong ran out angrily from inside with a bang. "Obviously, another one offended."

"Dumbledore!" cried Rita Skeeter, beaming—but Hilbert noticed her quill and parchment suddenly disappear from the case of the magic stain remover, and Lita Talon's claw-like fingers were hastily snapping the clasp of her crocodile leather handbag. "How are you?" She said, stood up, and stretched out a big manly hand to Dumbledore, "I wonder if you read my summer article on the International Federation of Wizards Conference?"

"It's wonderful," said Dumbledore, his eyes glowing. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a petrified old madman."

Rita Skeeter showed no sign of shame.

"I just wanted to say that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—"

"I would love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," said Dumbledore, with a slight smile and a courteous bow, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later. The wand-testing ceremony is about to begin." It is time to begin, and the ceremony cannot proceed if one of our warriors hides in the broom closet."

"Okay, come again next time."

"It's better not to come next time, never to come again!"

"Forget those things. Otherwise, I'll let you taste the Forgetting Curse." Dumbledore lowered his head and whispered in Hilbert's ear.

"What did he say?" Harry asked

"It's nothing, he wants some lemon juice, he wants to eat sour recently." Dumbledore paused and continued walking.Who can understand him?
In front, on a velvet-covered table, four of the five referees were already seated—Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman. "Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's seat and said to several warriors, "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match."

Harry looked around and was surprised to see an old wizard with large pale eyes standing quietly by the window.Harry had met Mr. Ollivander before -- it was the wandmaker Harry had bought his wand from in Diagon Alley three years ago.

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

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

"Um..." 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.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...great strength...maple...with... oh my god..."

"Contains a veela's hair," Fleur said, "my grandmother's hair."

"That's right," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used veela hair myself. I think wands made of veela hair are too sensitive and wayward... but everyone Have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.Then he whispered, "Orchids bloom!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

"Very good, very good condition," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur together with the wand. "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat briskly, and smiled at Krum as she passed by.

Krum stood up, round shoulders slumped, feet splayed, and walked listlessly towards Mr. Ollivander.He tucked his wand in and stood there frowning, hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovich's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I don't quite know his style...but... ..."

He raised his wand, turned it over before his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"That's right... hornbeam wood, containing the dragon's heart tendons, right?" He glanced at Krum - who nodded, "much thicker than people usually see... very Rigid...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol fire, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head, flapping their wings, and into the dim sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing back his wand to Krum, "then Mr. Harry Potter is next."

Harry stood up, brushed past Krum, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander.He surrendered his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes flashing suddenly with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Harry and Hilbert also have fresh memories, everything seems to have happened yesterday...

That summer three years ago, on the 31st of July, he and Hagrid had walked into Mr. Ollivander's shop to buy a wand.Mr. Ollivander took his measurements and began to pass him wands to try out.Harry thought he had swung all the wands in the shop before he finally found one that suited him—a wand of holly, eleven inches long, with a phoenix's tail hair in it.Mr. Ollivander had been amazed at the way Harry handled the wand with ease. "It's amazing," he said, "it's amazing." When Harry asked what the magic was, Mr. Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand was the same as the core of Voldemort's wand.

"Next, Mr. Hilbert Shafik."

Hilbert stood up and took out his wand and handed it over.

"Well, from my father's hands, a product of the ancient culture of the East and the West. Very powerful magic. Sycamore wood, feathers of thestrals. Thirteen inches. Good elasticity. Excellent condition... Do you care for it regularly? ?”

"Just wiped it last night." Hilbert replied.

Mr. Ollivander examined Hilbert's wand much longer than the others.Finally, he caused a puff of wine to emanate from the top of his wand, and handed it back to him, declaring it to be in very good condition.

"Thank you, everyone," said Dumbledore, standing at the referee's table. "Now you can go back to class—maybe it's more convenient to just go down to dinner, anyway, they'll be dismissed soon—"

Only then did everyone feel that something went well today, and the four stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

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

"Well—well, take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, "maybe a few solo ones later."

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.As for Krum, Harry thought he was used to such things, but unexpectedly he was hiding behind everyone.The cameraman seemed particularly aggressive in trying to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into more prominence.Then, she insisted on doing solo photos of the Warriors one by one.It was a long time before they finally got out.

"The first event will start next Monday morning. You can use magic wands in the first event. The specific rules will be discussed later. Let's go back to dinner now."

"Hagrid asked us to take us to watch the first event yesterday. They went crazy and brought four dragons? Fire dragons!" Hilbert complained. "As long as we are still allowed to use wands, I think it can be dealt with. Mainly, did you see the people around Hagrid yesterday?" Harry Potter said.

"who?"

"Madame Maxime! Hagrid even shaved his beard, cut his hair and put on cologne!"

"It's hard to imagine how big their child is. It's almost a ton, right? Hahahahahaha!" The two laughed loudly.Little did they know that Hagrid was standing behind...

(End of this chapter)