The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very strange.

On one side was a lively and laughing crowd, and on the other side were the three Harrys, who were standing there with livid faces.

It was as if there was a wall between the two that forcibly divided the entire auditorium into two completely different worlds.

From Harry's perspective, this situation was undoubtedly embarrassing.

The level has probably reached the level of taking a nap in kindergarten. After wetting the bed, the teacher showed the pattern on the mattress in front of all the children. Finally, he was chased to the toilet to change pants while laughing loudly.

Don't think that children don't remember things.

This kind of experience will leave a lifelong psychological shadow on him!

Ever since, Harry made a very natural decision.

He turned around and ran out of the auditorium.

The figures of Harry and the three leaving carrying the cauldron and various pharmaceutical equipment happened to fall in Link's eyes.

He pondered for a moment and then looked away.

Judging from the badges on John's and others' chests, it's clear that talk about stepping on Harry and favoring Link has been circulating in Hogwarts for some time.

The mental torture Harry suffered during this time must have been immense.

It stands to reason that since Link had promised to help Harry before, he should step forward to explain something to him at this time.

But the reality is that Link has no desire to do so.

Because it makes no sense at all.

People generally only believe what they want to believe.

In the same way, they will also unconsciously distort part of the truth when narrating, so as to achieve the most beneficial result for themselves.

This is how rumors spread step by step.

So even if Link explained it to Harry, John and the others probably wouldn't believe it.

Maybe later there will be rumors that Link is kind and humble, and deliberately lied to help Harry Potter get away with it.

Besides, the person who should come forward to help Harry refute the rumors should be Dumbledore.

Since the old guy didn't take any action, Link felt that there was no need to say anything.

Link refilled the coffee cup and took a big sip.

"Link, stop drinking and come with me."

Cedric squeezed into the crowd at some point and spoke urgently to Link.

"Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Bagman and Professor Sprout asked me to inform you." Cedric spread his hands and said, "It should be something like taking photos for publicity. I saw they prepared a large magic camera."

"But... the Charms class is about to start."

Link was a little reluctant to go.

He was instinctively disinterested in such marketing campaigns.

And although becoming a Hogwarts Warrior allowed him to avoid final exams, he still had to take the owl exam.

He had already missed half a month of classes due to hospitalization some time ago, and he really didn't want to miss any more classes.

Cedric miraculously understood Link's thoughts and said helplessly:

"Mr. Bagman has already said hello to Professor Flitwick. And it's only a short while, so it won't waste much time. Let's go quickly."

Having said this, Link couldn't refuse.

Saying goodbye to Emily, he followed Cedric through the maze of corridors and stairs, and finally arrived outside the classroom door.

"This time they are probably going to publish your story in the Daily Prophet! I'm going to go back and cut out the above part of the report and paste it on our Hufflepuff wall of honor. What do you think?"

"No! Absolutely not! This is too shameful! Also, since when did we Hufflepuffs have a wall of honor?"

"Actually, it existed several years ago, but it has always been empty. Even if others saw it, they would just think it was an ordinary wall.

Let’s not talk about this anymore and wish you good luck! "

As if to avoid giving Link the chance to refuse further, Cedric left as if he had just said that.

Seeing this, Link hesitated to speak, but finally sighed and pushed the door open.

This is a relatively small classroom. The interior has been cleared out, and the remaining desks are used to create a scene similar to a school physical examination.

Bagman and several wizards holding cameras, paper and pens sat upright behind neatly arranged desks, like doctors preparing to examine students.

"Oh! Our warrior! Link, you were the first to arrive!"

Ludo Bagman was still as enthusiastic. He took a few steps forward and took Link's hand. "Don't be nervous. Although the scene this time is more grand, it is actually just to help you warriors do the wand testing ceremony." That’s all.”

"Detection wand?"

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Link said calmly, with a helpless expression.

He didn't understand how Bagman could tell that he was nervous. His current state was obviously normal.

"Just to check whether your wands are normal. This is a regular step in the Triwizard Tournament." Bagman approached Link and whispered, "As you know, your wands are the most important thing for you in the next competition. Props, we must ensure that no one tamperes with the wands. Of course, the expert who will help you test the wands is Ollivander, the old man who sells wands in Diagon Alley. He is one of our own at Hogwarts, so, You understand, right?"

As he spoke, Bagman blinked at Link and returned to normal volume and said:

"The experts and other warriors will be here soon. We can rest for a while. By the way, let me introduce to you. This is Rita Skeeter. She is a reporter and writer. She is..."

"Ah, I know her."

Link interrupted Bagman calmly, and at the same time turned his attention to the middle-aged witch wearing a magenta robe next to him.

She has delicate but slightly stiff golden curly hair, and her overall makeup is the same as the witch in Link's impression. She has many luxurious jewelry and exquisite fabrics, but the colors and clothing are extremely weird.

If I had to describe it, it would be like a little girl secretly using her mother's cosmetics, jewelry and clothes to randomly match herself.

This guy is also an old acquaintance of Link.

When Link and Emily were criticizing Fudge, they often asked Rita Skeeter to write black drafts.

She is like many unscrupulous self-media outlets in Link's previous life. She is willing to write no matter how distorted and disgusting articles for traffic and money, and her writing level is extremely high.

A very useful tool!

This is what Link said about Rita Skeeter.

"Mr. Foley, it's such an honor to meet you! You are even more handsome than you looked in the previous photos of the Daily Prophet!"

Rita Skeeter also hurriedly stood up from the chair and said deliberately with a stuck voice, "To be honest, I'm really curious about you. I don't know if I can do it alone before we officially start. Do you want to do an interview?"

"No problem!" Bagman rushed to say, "As long as Link is willing."

"The interview is not necessary. I think you should know how to write it if you have reports about me, right?"

Link said coldly. As he spoke, he reached out and twisted the Foley family crest ring on his right index finger.

This action startled Rita Skeeter.

She was like a clockwork doll, bowing and nodding quickly to Link, vowing that she would help Link write a good and colorful article.

His words and movements were so violent and artificial that even the staff member carrying a camera couldn't stand it.

But despite this, no one at the scene thought there was anything inappropriate or embarrassing about Rita Skeeter's actions.

After all, the person standing in front of them now is Link Foley, the sole heir of the Foley family!

Usually, they can indeed gain a lot of traffic and wealth by fabricating some dirty information about celebrities like Dumbledore and Fudge, but this is useless when applied to a half-black family like the Foley family.

The Foley family really knows how to kill people!

Link didn't pay attention to the other people's mood, but directly found an empty seat and sat down, drinking coffee one sip after another.He just brought the coffee cup over as well.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Dumbledore, Krum and other warriors and referees arrived.

Dumbledore and the others nodded and started talking to themselves. Fleur came to Link's side and took a look into Link's cup, then she showed a bright smile. road:

"How do you like it? The coffee beans I gave you taste good, don't they?"

Link nodded perfunctorily.

His coffee drinking habit does have a lot to do with Fleur.

When this guy visited him in the infirmary, he brought a sack of coffee beans as a gift, which was said to be high-end goods stolen from Madame Maxime.

"Okay, then let's get started."

After Harry, the last warrior, walked into the classroom dejectedly, Dumbledore finally announced, "Then it's all down to you, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander, the only remaining wand-making master in the country and the owner of Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, smiled and nodded, walked to the center of the classroom and said softly:

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?"

Fleur reluctantly left Link and handed the wand to Ollivander.

The wand quickly rotated back and forth between Ollivander's fingers, like turning a pen.

While moving, the tip of the staff also sprayed out many pink and gold sparks.

"Yes, nine and a half inches, very flexible, maple body, core made of...Merlin..."

"A Veela hair," Fleur replied, "That's my grandma's hair."

As soon as he said this, Karkaroff smacked his mouth in disdain.

Rita Skeeter and other staff members looked at Fleur with disgust.

The hybrid between a wizard and an intelligent magical creature is the lowest form of existence in the traditional pure-blood theory of wizards, even lower than Muggles.

These eyes were like sharp knives piercing Fu Rong's body, making her couldn't help but tremble a little.

She forced herself to control the abnormality in her body, but her eyes drifted towards Link unconsciously.

Link didn't show the slightest bit of shock or disgust.

He knew that Fleur was a Veela hybrid before she came to this world, and Fleur even told him personally during the summer vacation.

After seeing Link's reaction, Fleur's body suddenly stopped shaking.

She withdrew her gaze from Link and looked confidently at Ollivander.

"It's a very strange combination. I guess only you can control this wand. After all, the wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful. Ah! Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you are willful. In short... "

Ollivander rubbed his fingers on the wand, then whispered, "The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers suddenly emerged from the tip of the stick.

“It’s in great shape!”

Ollivander handed the wand back to Fleur along with the flowers.

The next person to hand over the wand was Krum.

When taking the wand, Link obviously found that Ollivander's expression was a bit disgusting and ugly.

"Well, I can't mistake Grigovitch's works. His style is always so rough and wild."

Ollivander shook his head and said impatiently, "Horbeam wood, the heart tendon of the fire dragon, ten and a quarter inches, silly, big, black and thick shape. Tsk, no problem, take it away quickly. !”

Krum, who was holding the wand again, looked a little innocent.

He didn't understand much English, but judging from Ollivander's behavior, he seemed to think there was something wrong with his wand.

In the end, Karkaroff stepped forward and took him back. He was still mumbling these things along the way, as if to comfort him.

"Next, Mr. Foley."

Link pushed away Fleur, who had been trying to get closer to him, took out two wands and handed them to Ollivander.

This surprised everyone onlookers.

Karkaroff and Maxim were even a little bit impatient, as if they wanted to protest to Dumbledore.

After all, a normal wizard only has one wand, and Link's two wands will obviously give him a slight advantage in the next game.

"Ha! This is the real wand!"

Ollivander held up the two wands and gestured to Krum and Fleur twice, "One is larch wood, dragon's nerve, ten and a quarter inches long, my grandfather's masterpiece! Remove it." In addition to its regular spell-casting abilities, it also has a special ability that gives the user courage! It’s so rare that even I can’t make it now!”

Ollivander shook Link's original larch wand a few times, and a golden-red light flashed on it.

"And the other one is my work! Ebony, phoenix feathers, thirteen inches! The best choice for releasing offensive magic and transformation! They usually only choose those who are full of courage and can ignore external pressure. People who stick to their faith! However, its current maintenance situation seems to be a little abnormal..."

Ollivander frowned and rubbed the ebony wand for a while, and then released several magic spells in succession. Then he widened his eyes and said in shock:

"Its appearance has become more rounded and smooth, and the overall feeling has become quite gloomy. Well, I dare say you must have used this wand to release countless highly corrosive substances in the past few years. Curse-like black magic! And the level of this magic is very high! Otherwise, this wand would never..."

"Hmm!!~"

Bagman's violent coughing interrupted Ollivander.

The latter glanced at Bagman in confusion and saw that the other person was making faces at him crazily. Then he realized the mistake he had made and his face turned extremely pale.