Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Following Colin, he arrived at a small room where all the other warriors were already present.

"The Daily Prophet is going to publish this competition. I hope that several warriors can take a photo together. Of course, it would be better if Egg can be together." Colin said with a hint of excitement: "I wish you good luck!"

"Let's see who's here, huh?" A voice that sounded disgusting and still sounded. Rita Skeeter was wearing a magenta robe and looked at the two of them happily: "Mr. Morisses and His little girlfriend…”

Egg rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Although this woman was beaten to death by him, her despicable demeanor did not change at all...

Bagman stood up and walked to the center of the room: "Okay, everyone is here."

"Come on, kids, there's nothing to worry about. The game hasn't started yet..." Bagman laughed: "Just test your wands. The other referees will be here soon."

"Testing the wand?" Egger was startled, and he took Hermione not far away and sat down. Behind everyone's back, he quietly stuffed a wand into Hermione's arms.

This is the last wand, the thirteen-inch elderberry wand.

"We must test whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future competitions, your wands will be your most important equipment." Bagman said.

Hermione put the wand back into Egger's hand and shook her head slightly, with a serious expression on her face: "I want to rely on my own ability to participate in the competition."

There was a trace of emotion on Egger's face.

Such silly girls are rare...

Forget it, just don’t use it if you don’t need it…

Egg sighed slightly and withdrew his wand. He would be watching on the field anyway, and Hermione's safety was absolutely guaranteed.

"The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore and will take some photos. This is Rita Skeeter." As he spoke, Bagman pointed at Rita: "She is taking photos for the Daily Prophet "Write a short article about the competition..."

"Maybe not so young, Ludo." Rita hummed carelessly, staring at Hermione next to Egg.

Once upon a time, she wrote an article that mocked Hermione, and then she was taught by Egg to be a good person...

A few years later, the opportunity to interview Hermione once again came before her, and she felt that it was better for her to be more stable for the time being.

Facts have proved that no matter where she hides, as long as the Dandantang mark on her body is still there, it will only take a moment for Aige to find her. She has already accepted her fate.

It's okay not to accept fate. Unlike Dumbledore, Egger really dares to kill people.

If you tease Dumbledore, Dumbledore will laugh it off at most. If you tease Egg, the price may be your own life...

Although Rita's emotional intelligence is extremely low, her IQ is not low at all...

Seeing Rita leading several warriors into the small single room one after another, Egger sat on the chair indifferently, folding his arms and doing nothing.

A few minutes later, Hermione emerged from the small cubicle.

"How was the interview?" Iger grinned.

"It's not bad." Hermione raised her chin, and it looked like she felt pretty good.

After a while, Klum walked out of the small single room with a gloomy face. It looked like the interview was going very unpleasantly.

Seeing him so unhappy, Egger smiled happily...

Finally, Dumbledore walked into the room, and Rita looked excited and shouted: "Dumbledore!"

She happily approached Dumbledore and removed the quill and notebook beside her in an instant. Rita's claw-like fingers hurriedly closed the crocodile leather handbag: "How are you? I wrote about the International Wizarding Conference in the summer. I wonder if you have read the article?"

"It's great." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled: "I especially loved the part where you described me as a rigid old madman..."

Rita's face was open and she didn't look embarrassed at all.

"I'm just saying that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and there are a lot of wizards out there-"

"So I am working hard to cultivate a new generation of outstanding wizards..." As he said that, Dumbledore glanced in the direction of Egg.

Egger glanced at Rita with a tigerish face, and Rita suddenly laughed knowingly, and left with a smile on her face, carrying the small crocodile skin satchel.

"I'm very pleased, Egg." Dumbledore looked at Egg happily: "It seems that you are becoming more and more intimidating..."

Egger: "..."

So am I famous... or am I infamous?

"Okay kids, the wand testing ceremony is about to begin, come here." Dumbledore waved and led a few people to a velvet-covered table, where several referees were already sitting - -Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Zou, and Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic.

Rita quietly found a small nook to sit down, and took out the lively pen and paper from her handbag.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat on the referee's seat, while Egger casually found a soft chair and sat down.

"He is about to check your wands--and flying swords--to make sure your wands are in good condition during the competition."

Ollivander leaned quietly against the window of the room, looking at Egg with a grin.

Every time he sees Egg, Ollivander will be as enthusiastic as a dog seeing shit...

Perhaps driven by nature, Ollivander always seems to pull out a few hairs from Egg's head. Of course, if Egg doesn't mind, he can also try pulling out a few hairs from other places...

"Ah...Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Ollivander heard Dumbledore's words and turned to look at the warriors.

Fleur walked to Ollivander's side with light steps and handed him her wand.

"Well..." Ollivander fiddled with the wand handed over by Fleur. The slender wand in his hand was like a conductor's baton in the hand of a performer. Between his skinny fingers, the wand kept spinning, spraying out a lot of pink from time to time. and golden sparks, and then Ollivander brought the wand to his eyes again and looked at it carefully.

"Not bad." The old man nodded: "Nine and a half inches...very elastic...made of maple wood, which contains...oh hehehe, my God..."

"Contains a Veela hair." Fleur said, "My grandma's hair."

"Haha, that's great. The hair of a magical creature belongs to a relative. It seems to suit you very well." Ollivander murmured to himself: "Of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think it suits you very well." Using Veela hair is too sensitive and willful...but I have used hair with the opposite nature..."

As he said that, Ollivander glanced at Egg's long black hair, and then sighed leisurely. It seemed that he wanted to change his career to be a barber...

"The orchids are in bloom!" Ollivander flicked his wand, and with a pop, a bouquet of delicate flowers bloomed from the top of the wand.

"Very good, very good...in good condition." Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.

Egg's mouth twitched as he watched Ollivander handing over the flowers. The old man is still thinking about flirting with girls at such an old age?

"Miss Granger? It's your turn." Ollivander looked at Hermione with a smile.

Hermione nodded, stepped forward, and handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Hmm...yes, this is my work..." Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand happily.

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