Reborn Harry Potter

"Ah, Potter, you're here." Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

"The purpose of calling you here today is the ceremony of testing the wand. The other referees will arrive soon."

"Detecting wands? What's that for?" Harry asked.

Bagman said: "We must check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future competitions, wands are your most important helpers, and there is no room for mistakes. Before this step, it will happen. There have been cases where a warrior unfortunately died because of hidden dangers in the wand."

Except for Harry, the faces of the other five warriors all changed. They were most afraid of hearing the news that a warrior died in the match.

You must know that in the past, the death rate in the Triwizard Tournament reached a terrifying 50.00%!

What the hell is this competition? This is death.

Bagman said: "The expert was upstairs, with Principal McGonagall, and then took a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter. She is writing an article about the Tournament for the "Daily Prophet." Xiaowen, you seem to know each other?"

Rita Skeeter looked at Harry and shouted angrily: "This is no small article, Ludo! This is going to be on the front page of the Daily Prophet! And there will be a series of follow-up reports!"

Bagman whispered, "Why are you so excited? I'm in sports and you're in the media. I don't understand."

Harry smiled and sat down: "Reporter Rita, can you interview me, I think you need it."

"Okay." Rita Skeeter wailed.

The quill floated tremblingly on the parchment.

Rita Skeeter asked cautiously: "First of all, Mr. Potter, you are the youngest warrior, and the other warriors are all over 17 years old, so what made you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry smiled and said, "Because young people are always vain, I just want to show off."

The green quill immediately began to write wildly, and the tip of the pen slid across the parchment dexterously: Mr. Potter said very modestly that his purpose of participating in the competition is to participate, to gain experience and grow.

Viktor Krum opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Rita Skeeter continued to ask: "There are very few people who slander you for grandstanding, do you have anything to refute them?"

Harry said: "They're right, they're just stating the facts."

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter is very open-minded. He thinks it is common sense that there are different voices, so there is no need to worry too much. He generously forgives those young people who pour dirty water on him.

Viktor Krum: "???"

Fu Rong said angrily: "Why don't you ask him those deliberately difficult questions? Doesn't it mean that private life issues are easier to get attention?"

Rita Skeeter stared hard at Fleur.

Harry smiled and said, "Yes, just ask."

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to ask: "Mr. Porter, who has always been a perfect student, do you have any relationship problems?"

Harry said bluntly: "Yes, I am a big carrot, and I like several girls."

Rita Skeeter laughed dryly.

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter is very humorous, no wonder he is liked by girls in the same school.

"Then who are you dating now?"

Harry said frankly: "Of course I dated several girls at the same time."

The quill wrote: Mr. Potter does not shy away from his sincerity, and his sincerity makes people feel good.

Fu Rong moaned, "Merlin, quickly accept this evildoer."

She had never seen such brazenness as Rita Skeeter.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and an old man came in.

Rita Skeeter breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly found a corner and sat down.

Fleur would have sat on the chair next to Harry, but Rita Skeeter took out the roll of parchment from her purse again, laid it on her lap, smacked the tip of her shorthand quill, and then Putting the pen upright on the parchment once, Fleur immediately sat down next to Harry, clinging to Harry, as if Harry's side was the safest place.

Professor McGonagall sat at a round table in the middle, and said to Harry and the others: "This is Mr. Ollivander. He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

The old man with two big light-colored eyes is Mr. Ollivander from Diagon Alley. In [-], he sold the same Phoenix wand Harry used to Voldemort to him in the wand shop. old wizard.

Mr. Ollivander walked to the well-lit center of the room and said, "Miss Delacour, will you come first?"

Harry couldn't help but look at the old man differently, and whispered, "You're old."

Furong's face turned slightly red.

Ollivander smiled at Harry, showing his crumbling teeth.

Fleur walked briskly towards Mr. Ollivander, remembered Harry's words, and handed him her wand from a distance.

Ollivander hummed lightly. He twirled the wand between his long and thin fingers like a baton, and the wand spewed out many pink and golden sparks.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.

He said softly, "That's right, nine and a half inches... very springy... made of maple (qi) wood... contains... oh my God, is this..."

Furong said: "It contains a Veela hair, which is my grandma's hair."

Although Harry already knew that Fleur's body did contain Veela blood, he still did not give up his plan to study Fleur's body. There was no way, Harry was such a scholarly wizard who loved to study.

Mr. Ollivander said: "Yes, of course, I have never used veela hair for the core of a wand myself, but it is indeed a good material, especially if this is an elder related to you, you You can even borrow a little bit of your grandma's strength from it..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.Then, he whispered: "The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur together with the wand: "Very good, the wand is in good condition, and if you use charm magic, it will have extraordinary effects. I believe you will get good results... Di Mr. Gorey, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat briskly, and then proudly raised her head at Harry: Did you hear that, Ollivander said that my wand is very good, and that I can get good grades.

Cedric silently handed over the wand, and Ollivander looked excited when he saw it.

"This is a wand I made, yes, I remember it well. It had a hair in it that was plucked from the tail of a particularly handsome male unicorn, five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail. It nearly poked a hole in me with its horns when I was furring, unicorns are a pain in the ass, twelve and a quarter inches... made of ash (chén) wood... good spring... very good……"

Ollivander tried the effect of using the spell again, and a string of silver-white smoke rings sprayed from the end of Cedric's wand. The smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He nodded in satisfaction, and put his wand Back to Cedric.

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