HP Hermione's Phoenix

"Hello, audience friends, here are four warriors walking towards us," Ludo Bagman said enthusiastically to the commentary camera, "They are about to welcome their first project - there is still half an hour left, The much-anticipated Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, and now, let us perform a routine wand check before we begin—Mr. Ollivander,"

The camera immediately turned to Ollivander.The shiny old man looked older than Dumbledore before he rejuvenated, stroking his beard inscrutably, his eyes full of excitement.

There were thunderous shouts outside the court.At this moment, a line of words was printed at the bottom of everyone's screen,

【Garrick Ollivander, a British national treasure wand maker, one of the three largest wand makers in Europe, his family has been making excellent wands since 380 BC. 】

"May I ask what you want to say to wizards all over the world?" Ludo asked him loudly.

"It's exciting...it's unbelievable..." There was a feeling of madness in his silver-white eyes, between a genius and a madman: "The last time my ancestors tested the magic wand for the Triwizard Tournament, it was at 300 Years ago...that was my grandfather...his portrait told me that it was a wonderful experience, everything was the same as yesterday..."

Many people outside the venue giggled.That's what Ollivander always seemed to say when they thought of going to the wand shop to pick out their first wand.

"Okay, ok, thanks a lot! Our warriors are here - as you all know, they are blindfolded and can't see ahead of the hot first project content outside - ok, they're in!"

Harry felt his brow loosen, and the thick blindfold was removed.

Inside the huge tent, separated by a few layers of fabric, there were overwhelming shouts outside.That's all, but he didn't expect that the Triwizard Tournament would also be broadcast live on the Internet - Draco reminded him, but he didn't realize the importance of this point...

Inside the tent, countless reporters and photographers surrounded them airtightly, and the flashes kept ringing, making him feel that the scar on his forehead was starting to ache.

He silently glanced at the other three.Klum is a teenage star, so of course he's used to it.Fleur seems to be enjoying this too.hermione...

Hermione squeezed his palm lightly and invisibly, and whispered, "It's fine."

Harry thought of his godfather's almost life-and-death expression and constant exhortations to him before the start of the game—he thought of the Flying Curse that he was not sure if he had fully mastered it, and he felt another spasm in his stomach.

"Nine-and-a-half inches, good spring...it's...veela hair in it...oh my god..." The camera follows Ollivander as he inspects the first wand.

"It's my grandma's hair." Furong said proudly.

"So that's it... a blood connection would be perfect, although I've never used Veela hair...they're too capricious in my opinion... but apparently, it's the one for you! - Orchid Bloom !"

Outside the arena, everyone was watching the big screen and seeing the flowers blooming in the tent, they couldn't help applauding in amazement.

In the judges' seat, Ms. Margaret smiled reservedly.

"And then this...Miss Granger." Ollivander looked up, his eyes fixed on Hermione: "I still remember the day...you came to me and took this wand... Wonderful, It was amazing. A lot happened after that..."

Countless cameras were aimed at Hermione, and she smiled slightly: "I am very grateful for the opportunity you have brought me."

"Opportunity! Wonderful words..." Ollivander murmured as he stroked the wand, "It was born to belong to you... This is your natal magic wand..."

He didn't make any comments on the performance, material, etc. of Hermione's wand, but only sighed a few words in a meaningful way—but it didn't affect the outcry outside.

"This is Gregorovitch's work." Ollivander picked up Krum's wand and clicked his tongue.

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena, and the Internet has already gone crazy. Ollivander and Gregovich, as the two leading figures in the European wand making industry, have never had a secret rivalry in recent years...

"Hornbeam, the heartstrings of dragons, is much harder and thicker than what many people are used to, isn't it?" Ollivander waved his wand indifferently, "The birds are flocking!"

Amid the applause again, countless birds flew out of the tent chirping.

Finally he came up to Harry.Draco, Ron Neville, and the three outside the field all tightened their hearts at the same time.

"Mr. Potter... yes, yes. I remember it very clearly. Everything is the same as yesterday." Silver eyes looked at him deeply.

Harry also had a fresh memory.That summer three years ago, the summer when his fate changed, Ollivander told him that his wand had that connection with Voldemort...

"An incredible connection...a brother wand. Maybe I won't be doing wands for another 20 years." Ollivander lamented. It's fate..."

Almost no one can understand this sentence.Tom was sitting outside in the auditorium, thinking of his other self, then lowered his head, and couldn't help stroking the new wand Hermione made for him...

—So fate is different?

"The inspection ceremony is over, thank you very much, Mr. Ollivander!——" Ludo blushed, attracted the staff carrying a huge bag, and said with a smile: "The lottery for our first project is about to begin!——It’s really exciting Looking forward to it! Well, ladies first—”

Fu Rong shook her head arrogantly: "You are younger than me, please go first."

Hermione looked at Fleur and said with a smile, "The visitor is a guest, so please invite me first."

"Then I won't be polite." She reached out and took out a model of a Welsh green dragon with no surprise on her face.

Harry's heart sank.It seems that other warriors have already known the news, and they are all ready...

Hermione then pulled out a Swedish Brachysaurus.She whistled easily and squeezed the dragon's face in front of Harry.Xiaolong's face suddenly squeezed into a very embarrassing look, Harry felt relieved a little, and smiled a little palely——

Krum still had dark circles under his eyes, glanced at Hermione, and pulled out a Chinese fireball.

Hermione glanced at his Chinese fireball, and she didn't have any thoughts of complaining in her heart: Is this dragon really of Chinese blood?It is estimated that its ancestor 100 million years ago was a serious Chinese dragon...

However, there were only four dragons in total - so Harry's final allocation was...

Harry stared at the Hungarian Horntail in his palm.Sirius must be worried to death outside, this is the most vicious one, with barbs on half of his tail...

According to the ranking, although Hermione was drawn second, she was drawn first to play.She only had time to pat Harry on the shoulder before being led out.

It's so sunny outside, I just want to stretch my waist.

The rostrum was set at the most conspicuous position, and Ludo flew over on a broomstick. The seats were Crouch, Dumbledore, Ludo, and then the French representative on the left and the German representative on the right. Gellert's face With an expression of "I had a great time last night"...

The shouts were loud.She smiled and waved to the crowd, and the Gryffindor crowd immediately pulled up the huge golden-red banner with great reluctance:

——[Hermione must win! 】

"Ah. Everyone is very enthusiastic." She couldn't help laughing, "Then if I don't do anything, wouldn't I have failed the expectations of the masses..."

Roasted Chicken poked a small head out of her pocket, and said contemptuously, "Although you said so, it's not that you plan to do nothing in the end?"

"I have to make a show—" she said with a smile, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she waved her magic wand and conjured up a bamboo green flute.

The crowd held its breath.

The volume of her bamboo flute is not very loud, but it has a faint feeling when playing it, as if it has its own reverberation——

"What is this?" Ron's eyes widened. "Is Hermione going to perform a music show..."

"It must be some sort of musical attack," Draco said nervously from the Slytherin table, "she must be trying to hypnotize that dragon or something..."

The huge Swedish Brachysaurus stared at her with a bewildered expression.Of course, the crowd couldn't understand what the dragon should be like when he was confused—she didn't come to attack its egg anyway, it protected the golden egg tightly with its claws, but tilted its head and listened.

It was a very simple piece of music.There are only a few sounds back and forth,

"5654345, 234, 345, 5654345, 2531... Hey, it's this song..." Someone hummed along with the tone, and they recognized it instantly.

"London Bridge is falling, falling..." Gellert hummed softly, tapping his fingers on the table, and squinting at Dumbledore.

"—Londeis falling down... my fair lady..." Tom murmured the last sentence.

The last simple British nursery rhyme was played, and Hermione put down the bamboo flute, as if she was really participating in a concert, and bowed to everyone.

——Although I don’t know why, everyone still applauded...

——Although I don't know why, the Swedish short-nosed dragon actually stood up obediently, dragged its fat body, and moved aside...

"Hey!—" The crowd burst into an uproar—

"Swedish Brachysaurus likes this song?!"

"It's not sure that she mixed some magic into the music..."

"Impossible, my grandfather is the author of "The Theory of Musical Magic". I didn't feel at all what kind of magic she used in the performance just now..."

Hermione Shiran nodded to the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, Shi Shiran stepped forward, picked out the golden egg, and left its lair easily.

The onlookers were taken aback for a moment: Is that the end? !

——It's really over...

——Hermione showed the golden egg to everyone, and the confusion spell immediately became invalid. The Swedish Short-Snout Dragon immediately realized that someone had mixed an egg that was not his own into his nest, and immediately started to move around in dissatisfaction... …

Tom looked at the chaos on the field, but Hermione turned her head and left without hesitation, knowing clearly in her heart: No...

——How could it be so simple?

——The sound of music just now clearly covered up a clear bird song...

It's roast chicken! ——Hermione really didn't do anything, she had already done something much more against the sky long before facing this battle, after going through some kind of battle, she signed a contract with that nine-heaven phoenix... …

As soon as the phoenix comes out, all living beings are convinced...

Once out, you can't go back into the tent again.Hermione stood on the side of the field, glanced at the rostrum, an old fox and an old devil both had expected and no expectation expressions——

But Sirius staggered over, almost grabbing her hand, with tears in his eyes: "How is Harry?"

"Don't worry, you have to trust your godson."

"Yes... I should believe him..." Sirius took a deep breath, looking at the field uneasily.

Fleur and Krum went out one after another, and both ended quickly, using the spell flow, Fleur wanted to put the dragon to sleep, and Krum blinded the dragon's eyes...

Hermione couldn't help shaking her head, she glanced at Charlie who was maintaining the arena, and all the dragon breeders headed by him showed heartbroken expressions——

"The dragon stepped on the egg after it lost its sight, so points will be deducted." At some point, Regulus walked up to them and said softly.

"You! Why are you here! Aren't you sitting with Snape!" Sirius glared at him.

"If I don't come again, I'm afraid my brother will be so nervous that he will turn into a dog in public." Regulus looked at him calmly and said, "Besides, I also care about Hermione and Harry, can't I? "

Sirius looked at him sullenly.However, at this time, a reporter-like person came over with a camera: "Mr. Black! Your godson Harry Potter is about to play. Do you have anything to say now? It is reported that he often misses you before the game." You are his only support, and he still sleeps with you every day, is that so? What do you think of him signing up for the Triwizard Tournament? Is he wanting to become famous faster because of your influence?"

Sirius flew into a rage, and was about to rant about how my Harry is not as soft and crazed as that woman Rita Skeeter said, but Regulus stopped the reporter with a deadpan face——

"Sorry, my brother doesn't accept interviews." The second young master of the Black family said vigorously.

The reporter ran away with his ass between his legs.Hermione looked at the two brothers with some amusement——

And then at this moment, Harry finally came on stage.

With all the attention, countless people held their breath.

Draco felt dizzy with tension.On the field, the most ferocious Hungarian Horntail twisted its barbs, and he felt himself constantly stirring his fingers...

Harry took a deep breath, and Ron lost control of his expression.He suddenly felt that it was really wrong to quarrel with Harry before, it was so wrong——

"Firebolts are coming!" the savior said loudly, waving his wand vigorously.

"Bang Dang".Something in the castle was smashed.The Firebolt leaped from the bed, passed through the dormitory window, passed through the grass, passed through the black lake, passed through the heads of countless spectators, and fell straight into Harry's hands—

"Okay!" Sirius yelled, clenching his fists.

Without blinking his eyes, the little savior turned over and got on the broom. The silver broom tail brought up a wisp of smoke and dust. In an instant, everything was under control!

Ludo on the rostrum was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help becoming excited at this moment: "My God! He chose to fly—we should have thought of it earlier, shouldn't we, Mr. Krum?"

The scene suddenly became extremely exciting.In Harry's eyes, the world is vast, and he feels that nothing can restrain him anymore-this is my home field.He understood instantly.

——My sky, my school.

——My site listens to me!

There were cheers, applause or exclamations all around, but all of that could no longer be heard in his ears—that's how Quidditch is, the competition will definitely welcome spectators, fans, applause or booing... But those have nothing to do with the competition itself , you are flying in the sky at this moment with only one purpose: to win!

It was as if he had rediscovered his soul.He swooped, he rose, he hovered lightly at more than 720 degrees, the Hungarian Horntail in his eyes was no longer scary, it was just an obstacle, a crazy Bludger, a player who was much bulkier than the batter—he Even teased it, a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain——

"OMG!" Ludo yelled passionately, "He did a Rumsky feint on the Hungarian Horntail!!!"

The crowd cheered like thunder, and he smiled, swiftly and confidently passed by at a low altitude, picked up the golden egg with his hands, and escaped with the last blow!

--boom!

There were screams and applause everywhere, and Gryffindor waved the [Harry must win] flag again. At this moment, the atmosphere finally reached its highest point——

"You did it!!! You did it Harry!!!" Sirius hugged him tightly, almost in tears: "You are really James' son!"

"Oh, Sirius, let him go," Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, "his hand was scratched—"

"Yes!" The godfather of the big dog suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at his arm very worriedly: "It hurts?! Oh my god, that nasty dragon..."

"Don't worry, Godfather." Harry handed Madam Pomfrey his hand, and said with a bright smile, "It's just a small injury, it will be fine soon... But, I finally confirmed my ideal. Godfather, I like the sky .I don't want to leave it for a moment."

"Harry! Woo-wow!" Draco let out an extremely disfigured cry when he saw Harry.

"You're alive!" Neville yelled too.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Was I handsome just now?" Harry turned his head and smiled wickedly, looked at them, and then put away his smile: "Ron..."

Ron also yelled out, and hugged him fiercely: "I know! Harry, I don't doubt you anymore-I was wrong! No matter who throws your name into the Goblet of Fire, I will I know he must not be a good person!!!”

From a distance, Hermione immediately turned her gaze to the rostrum.She saw Dumbledore Grindelwald sneezed almost at the same time, and this scene was quite funny——

"Excellent." Tom came slowly.In the sun, with his hands in his pockets, he looked tall and tall, full of grace.

"Really?" She glanced at him and said with a smile, "I didn't do anything, the outstanding one is Harry..."

Tom shook his head and said affirmatively, "You are very capable."

In the final scoring session, Harry got the highest total score without any surprise.His injuries were innocuous, and he put on a great show for audiences all over Europe...  

Yes, gigs.

After the game ended, Gellert said to her with a smirk: "Don't blame me for only giving you 9 points. From the perspective of a perfect game, you did beat everyone-but you can also say that you are 0 points because you Not a single spell worked - and Harry, from the audience's point of view, was going to give him 100 points..."

"You should give me 10 points!" The roast chicken flew out of her pocket with a smile, "No, I want to give that fat dragon a negative score..."

Gellert took another unexpected look at her little yellow chicken.This little yellow chicken seems to be more than just cute...

Hermione yawned and grabbed the chicken back into her pocket: "What's the next project?"

Gellert shook his head and smiled, "Didn't you hear that? It will only be held in February next year. Before that, there is a lot of time, and there are other events—"

"Too lazy to study." She stretched directly, almost sleepy: "I have to go back to take a bath..."

"Oh?" Gellert was about to say that was just—

But he suddenly saw the little demon king next to her stagger suddenly, he didn't know what he had imagined, and he almost had a nosebleed...