Hogwarts Scholar System

Their lesson was about preparing an antidote, which was very useful and a necessary skill for becoming an Auror. Naturally, it was much more difficult than the potions they had learned before.

Moreover, Snape cannot be regarded as a responsible professor. In the past, Snape, who had no love in his life, would ridicule students who made mistakes and even deduct points. But now that Snape has pursuit, although he no longer treats students who have made mistakes, The students outside Slytherin were sarcastic, but he only wrote the steps for preparing the antidote on the blackboard. He did not correct the students when they made mistakes during the production process.

Although Snape is no longer as hostile to Harry as before, he does not have any good impression of him.And after having better pursuits, Snape was no longer as obsessed with Harry's eyes as before.

Malfoy deliberately showed his 'Potter's Shit' badge to Harry many times in class, but Snape turned a blind eye.

But Malfoy soon got his revenge——

Only halfway through the course, there was a sudden knock on the door in the underground classroom.Colin Creevey, Harry's little fanboy, carefully opened the door and walked into the classroom. It seemed that he had also seen Snape's fame and was so careful.

Creevey quickly found Harry among the crowd, gave him a bright smile, and then walked towards Snape's podium at the front of the classroom.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently.

"Sorry, Professor, I have to take Harry Potter and Hermione Granger upstairs."

Snape lowered his eyes from his aquiline nose to look at Colin. Colin was immediately frightened by Snape's death-like gaze, and the expression on his face froze.

"They still have Potions class for one hour." Snape said coldly, "They will go there after class."

"Mr. - Sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go." Colin shivered under Snape's aura and stuttered a bit. "All the warriors are going. I think they want to take pictures." ..."

Malfoy's smile disappeared immediately, as if someone had slapped him in the face.Why is it always him?Harry Potter, what's so great about him, so many good things happened to him, why didn't you choose me for such an opportunity to be in the limelight?

Malfoy felt strongly unwilling to give up. The other Slytherins felt almost the same as him. Harry Potter had taken away their school cup and then their Quidditch cup, and now he dared to become the school The brave warriors created the "Potter Stinky Shit" badge to ridicule and exclude Harry, just to make themselves feel better.

"Very well," Snape said with no emotion or anger in his words, "Potter, Granger, pack your things and leave the classroom."

Harry and Hermione quickly packed their things and put them into their schoolbags. They picked up their schoolbags and stood up and walked towards the door.

As they walked past the table where Slytherin sat, the words Potter stinked were shining towards Harry from all directions.

"What a boring move." Hermione said disdainfully, pulling Harry directly out of the classroom.

"That's amazing, Harry." As soon as Harry and Hermione walked out of the classroom and closed the door, Colin couldn't wait to say, "You have become a warrior!"

"He's a Warriors substitute." Harry corrected him impatiently. Having been pestered by Colin, an enthusiastic fan, more than once or twice, Harry couldn't bear it and always wanted to stay away from Colin.

They walked together towards the steps leading to the foyer, and Harry asked casually, "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?"

"Probably in the Daily Prophet!"

"Oh, besides the Daily Prophet, are there any others, such as EFL TV station?" Hermione suddenly asked at this time.

"EFL TV? What is that?" Colin Creevey said doubtfully.Colin, like them, is a Muggle-born wizard. Before the magic TV was sold to them, Fudge and Malfoy's group at the Ministry of Magic cut off the spread of magic TV. .

"If you haven't heard of it, forget it." Hermione said.

"Good luck!" Colin said to Harry and Hermione as they walked outside the destination room.

Harry knocked on the door, and then he and Hermione opened it and walked in.

This is a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large open space in the middle.But there were three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, and in one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a strange witch wearing a magenta robe.

Viktor Krum stood in a corner with a gloomy face as usual, not talking to anyone.Cedric and Fleur have already arrived, along with four unfamiliar students who are about the same age as Fleur and Krum. They should be Beauxbatons and Durmstrang chosen by Madame Maxime and Karkaroff. Substitute.

Of course, Harry and Hermione are just exceptions. The four substitutes selected by Madame Maxime and Karkaroff are all 17-year-old adults. (adults in the wizarding world)

Harry noticed that when Fleur was selected as a warrior, the few witches who cried sadly were still not selected. Perhaps Madame Maxime felt that their mentality was not good enough to bear the responsibility of being a substitute for the warrior.

Fleur was happy, Harry had never seen her so happy.She kept shaking her head, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling luster.A potbellied man held a large, slightly smoking black camera in his hand. He seemed to be fascinated by Fleur's smile. The camera kept taking pictures, and the lens never left Fleur.

Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here he comes! The Fourth Champion! Come in, Harry, come in. There's nothing to worry about, just the wand-testing ritual. The other judges will be here soon."

"Isn't he the substitute warrior of Hogwarts?" Fleur said with some dissatisfaction. Bagman directly called Harry the fourth warrior, which irritated her sensitive nerves again.

"It's all the same, the same." Ludo Bagman said nonchalantly.

"Detection wand?" Harry asked uneasily. The wand was the most important thing for their wizards, and Harry had lost his wand once, so Harry couldn't help but ask.

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment." Bagman said, "The experts are upstairs with Dumbledore. Then take some photos.”

"This is Rita Skeeter," he said, pointing to the witch in the magenta robe. "She's writing a short article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

EFL TV's cameraman Alan Tevis was also there. On Dumbledore's territory, the Daily Prophet had no way to stop the TV crew from filming. However, Ludo Bagman from the Ministry of Magic was also greeted by Fudge. I ignored him.

"Maybe it's not a piece of cake, Ludo," Rita Skeeter said, looking at Harry.

Her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, weird curls, which looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-chin face.She wore a pair of jeweled glasses.His fat fingers grasped the crocodile leather handbag, and his nails were two inches long and painted bright red.

"Before we begin, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, still keeping her eyes firmly on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know, just to add a little bit to the article." color."

Hermione is also the youngest warrior, but she does not have as much aura as Harry, so both Ludo Bagman and Rita Skeeter subconsciously ignore her.

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly, "I just wonder if Harry objects?"

"Well -" Harry was thinking about how to refuse, but -

"Great," Rita Skeeter said, and in the blink of an eye her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Harry's arm with surprising strength.She dragged him out of the room and opened a nearby door.

"We can't stay there, it's too noisy," she said. "Let me see, ah, okay, it's quite quiet and comfortable here."

It was a small cubicle for brooms, and Harry stared at her in confusion.

"Come on, honey. That's right, that's great!" Rita Skeeter said, sitting down on an upside-down bucket, dangling as if she might fall down at any moment. Then she pressed Harry against a cardboard box and raised her hand to close the door, plunging the two of them into darkness. "Now, let me think..."

She opened her crocodile handbag, pulled out a handful of candles, lit them all with a wave of her wand, and then used magic to keep them suspended in mid-air so that the two could see clearly what they were about to do.

"Harry, you won't object if I use a shorthand quill to take notes, right? This way I can free my hands and talk to you normally."

"What do you use?" Harry asked.

The smile on Rita Skeeter's face widened.Harry saw three gold teeth in her mouth.She reached into her crocodile leather handbag again and took out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment. Then she spread the parchment on a box between the two of them. Elf brand all-purpose miracle stain remover.

She popped the tip of the green quill into her mouth, sucked on it for a moment, and then placed the pen vertically on the parchment.The quill tube stood on the tip of the pen and trembled slightly.

"Try it out, my name is Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Harry quickly looked down at the quill.As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, the green quill began to write rapidly, the tip of the pen gliding across the parchment dexterously.

Glamorous blonde Rita Skeeter, 43, with her unruly quills

Many flashy and false names have been exposed——

"That's great," Rita Skeeter said, tearing off the first piece of parchment, crumpling it into a ball, and stuffing it into her handbag.Then she leaned toward Harry and said, "So, Harry, what made you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Hmm -" Harry opened his mouth, but his attention was drawn to the quill.Although he didn't speak, the pen moved swishingly across the parchment, and where the tip of the pen passed, Harry recognized a line of newly written words:

An ugly scar, a reminder of a tragic past, destroyed Harry Potter's originally handsome and charming face. His eyes——

"Leave that pen alone, Harry," Rita Skeeter said firmly. Harry reluctantly raised his head and laid his eyes on her face. "Okay, Harry, why did you decide to sign up for the Tournament?" ?”

"I didn't," said Harry. "I don't know who put my name in the Goblet of Fire. It wasn't me."

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"It's okay, Harry, you don't have to worry about getting into trouble. We all know you shouldn't have signed up at all. But don't worry about that. Our readers like people with a rebellious spirit."

"If I hadn't signed up," Harry repeated, "I don't know who—"

"How do you feel about the events you're about to compete in?" Rita Skeeter asked. "Excited? Or nervous?"

"I didn't really think about it, oh, I was probably a little nervous," Harry said.As he spoke, he felt his stomach move uncomfortably.

"Many brave men have lost their lives in the past," Rita Skeeter asked reluctantly. "Have you ever thought about that?"

"Well, they say it's much safer this year than in the past," Harry said.

The quill swished across the parchment between the two of them, skating back and forth like an ice skate.

"Of course, you've faced death before, haven't you?" Rita Skeeter asked, staring at him intently. "What effect do you think that had on you?"

"Yeah." Harry still hesitated.

"Do you think that the trauma you suffered in the past made you eager to prove your ability? Do you think that the reason why you are eager to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament is because-"

"I didn't sign up," Harry said, starting to feel a little annoyed.

"Do you remember your parents?" Rita Skeeter continued to ask domineeringly.

"Don't remember," Harry said.

"How do you think they would feel if they knew you were going to compete in the Triwizard Tournament? Proud? Worried? Or angry?"

Harry was getting really annoyed now.How could he possibly know what it would be like to have his parents alive?He could feel Rita Skeeter's eyes firmly on him.He frowned, avoided her sight, and looked down at the words just written by the quill:

When our conversation turned to his parents, whom he had almost no memory of, his shockingly green eyes were filled with tears——

"There are no tears in my eyes!" said Harry loudly.

Before Rita Skeeter could say anything, the door to the broom closet was opened.Harry turned his head, squinting in the bright light.Albus Dumbledore stood looking down at them both as he squeezed into the broom closet.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter shouted, looking delighted, but Harry noticed that her quill and parchment suddenly disappeared from the box of magic stain remover, Rita's claw-like Fingers were hurriedly closing on the clasp of her alligator handbag.

"How are you?" she said, standing up and extending a manly hand to Dumbledore, "Have you read my summer article about the International Confederation 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."

He is really an old man with a sense of humor. If Maple invents a TikTok in the wizarding world, I believe he will soon become an Internet celebrity in the wizarding world.

Rita Skeeter didn't look shy at all.

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

"I would love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," said Dumbledore, smiling slightly and bowing politely, "but I'm afraid we will have to discuss this matter later. The Wand Testing Ceremony is about to begin. It’s time to begin, and the ceremony cannot take place without one of our warrior replacements hiding in the broom closet.”

Harry was eager to leave Rita Skeeter, so he immediately returned to the room.Several other warriors and warrior substitutes were already sitting on the chairs by the door. He hurried over and sat next to Hermione. In front of them was Cedric.The other four substitutes also sat behind Fleur and Viktor Krum.

Looking at the velvet-covered table in front of him, four of the five referees were already sitting there - Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. Harry saw her secretly take out the roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, smacked the tip of her shorthand quill, and held the pen upright again. Place on parchment paper.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to several warriors. "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

"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 to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Well -" 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, very strong, made of maple. Contained in it - oh my God -"

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

So, Fleur was indeed part Veela. Harry thought that he would keep this in mind and tell Ron when he went back.

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful, but everyone has that." Your own hobby, 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, in good condition," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand, "It's your turn, Miss Connor."

Fleur returned to her seat with a spring in her step, and then it was the turn of her two replacements, Alanna Heath and Eileen Connor.

Eileen Connor stood up and walked towards Ollivander, taking out her wand.

"Eleven inches long, good strength, apple wood, with dragon's heart tendons inside. Overgrown with trees!" Several tree branches sprouted from the wand's head.

"Very good, not bad." Ollivander dispelled the magic, and then returned the wand to Eileen Connor.

Then came Alannasis. Her wand was made of pine wood and unicorn tail feathers. Ollivander quickly completed the inspection and returned the wand to Alannasis.

Then came Durmstrang College. Viktor Krum stood up, with slumped shoulders and splayed feet, and walked toward Mr. Ollivander listlessly.He thrust his wand away and stood frowning, his hands in the pockets of his robes.He raised his wand, turning it over and over before his eyes, examining it carefully.

"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's a Gregorovitch product. He's an excellent wandmaker, although his style isn't something I'm particularly fond of—yet— —”

"Yes, hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Much thicker than what people usually see, and very hard. Ten and a quarter inches, birds flocking!”

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," Mr. Ollivander said, handing the wand back to Krum.

Then there are Krum's replacements, Pawel Scastle and Paulias Mabel. Just like Ollivander's wand is standard for Hogwarts students, it is used by Durmstrang students. Grigovitch's wand.

After checking their wands, it was finally the turn of hosts Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter of Hogwarts.