The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry knocked on the door and walked in.

It was a small classroom, and most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Bagman, talking to a witch Harry had never seen.

Her hair was done delicately.stiff.The weird big curly hair looks particularly awkward when paired with her big chin face.She wore a pair of bejeweled glasses, clutched an alligator bag in her fat fingers, and had two-inch nails that were painted red.To tell the truth, this witch cannot be called a beauty.

Krum stood in the corner of the room like an ordinary autistic child, as if he had just suffered from irreversible social phobia.Cedric was chatting with Fleur, and Fleur was flicking her long silver hair happily, while on the other side of the room, a fat man with a big belly was constantly looking at her.

Well, this really doesn't look like a good scenario.Harry thought: Compared with Cedric, he is very inconspicuous, his shining gray eyes, bushy black hair, handsome face, and gentlemanly behavior and funny words - it is so depressing .

"Ah, here he comes! The fourth champion! Come in, Harry, come in... nothing to worry about, it's just a wand-testing ceremony, and the other judges will be here soon—" Bagman looked up from the sofa. Jumping up, he warmly embraced Harry's shoulders, and carried him to the side.

"Check the wand?" Harry felt a little uneasy.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because they will be your most important equipment in future competitions."

Bagman said, pointing upstairs, "Then you will take some photos. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, pointing to the witch in magenta robes, "she is doing The Daily Prophet will write a short article about the Contest, and she will interview you in a moment."

"Maybe it's not trivial, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, keeping her eyes on Harry.

Harry immediately had an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.

...............

"Daniel, you are really welcome." Cedric and Daniel sat side by side on a step that was rarely seen, looking for something to say.

"It's a little strange for Mr. Warrior, who is the most popular among girls, to say this." Daniel blinked at him.

Cedric then laughed: "Although I really didn't mean that, but I don't think you are any worse than me—you have fanatic fans?"

Daniel flattened his mouth: "I only hope to live a peaceful life mixed with excitement—of course not referring to today's excitement—rather than other messy things that people can spoil my mood."

"You're right, a good mood is really important." Cedric admitted, feeling a little emotional.

"So, how did you feel when you found out that Harry was also selected as a warrior?" Daniel suddenly asked sharply.

Cedric was caught off guard and asked stupidly: "Uh...can I take this as revenge for the teasing just now?"

Daniel raised his eyebrows and spread his hands.The meaning is clear: you look at yourself.

Cedric thought for a while, and replied seriously: "To be honest, I was a little panicked, I mean, at that moment, I could feel my self-confidence disappearing suddenly, and I even doubted who was the real representative Champions of Hogwarts."

He smiled wryly: "Although everyone came to comfort me later, I still couldn't restrain my doubts."

"Don't worry about it. For the current Hogwarts, you are the best brave man." Daniel encouraged him in time.

"Thank you." Cedric thanked: "But I thought later, even if there are four brave men, even if there are two brave men in Hogwarts, it doesn't matter to me..."

"After all, it is the Goblet of Fire that makes decisions, not people?"

"That's right, no matter how many opponents I have, I firmly believe in myself, and I will compete fairly with them... Hmm... Am I a little too stupid to think so?"

"Of course not at all." Daniel shook his head, "It's very gentlemanly, and it really is a very 'Cedric' style of speech."

Cedric laughed, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Daniel: "Let's go, why don't you go and eat something?"

"I think I can provide a better place than the auditorium." Daniel put his hands on his big hands and stood up with strength: "It's just a favor to you."

"Really, that meal is not enough."

...............

Harry stumbled out of the room full of candles and strange incense. He had just experienced a very weird interview, and he felt that he would never forget it in his life.

Whether it's false language or Rita Skeeter's inducing language.

When he returned to the room where the other warriors were, the warriors were lined up in chairs, four of the five referees were sitting on a velvet table opposite, and Rita Skeeter was Gently sat behind them, and took out her "unruly" quill.

Harry stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to sit - he often felt like the extra one, and of course he was.

When he was in a daze, Cedric, who was sitting next to him, unexpectedly waved to him, and patted the empty seat next to him.

Although Harry didn't know why Cedric suddenly offered to help him, at least he really gave himself a step.

He immediately ran over as if he had been pardoned, and sat next to Cedric, nervously not knowing what to do.

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

Only then did Harry realize that an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes was standing quietly by the window. It was in Diagon Alley three years ago that Harry bought it back from the wand maker. own wand.

He can still recall his dilapidated shop full of wand boxes.

And the faint scent of lilies.

The author has something to say:

Daniel: Even if you are harassed, don't forget to help Harry increase his favorability.

Cedric: We're already friends!He invites me to dinner! (proud chest)