The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

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

"Ah, here he is! The fourth warrior! Come in, Harry, come in... There's nothing to worry about, just the ritual to test the wand—"

"Check the wand?" Harry asked nervously.

"We must check whether your wand is fully functional and in good performance, because in future competitions, the wand is your most important equipment." Bagman said, "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then take a few photos. This reporter lady will arrange everything."

He pointed to Rita, but the other party didn't say a word, the scene was a bit awkward.

The female reporter is still fighting Ye Ting's banning curse.

Bagman had to look at Ye Ting pleadingly, and Ye Ting shrugged and lifted the silence.

The reporter who was finally able to speak gasped out and looked at Ye Ting fearfully. She finally knew why Ye Ting had been free from reporter harassment and various reports after winning the championship.

After a while, she was relieved.

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said, staring at Harry. Since Ye Ting could not be reported, the relationship between the two girls and Ye Ting seemed to be good, and it was impossible to report. She met again with Victor Krum, which meant that the only boy who could do it now was the little boy.

"Before we start, can I talk to Harry a few words?" she asked Bagman. "One of the youngest warriors, you know... to add some color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly, "It's—I wonder if Harry objected?"

"Well—" Harry said.

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

Ye Ting laughed a little smirkingly, presumably Miss Skeeter would do a huge torture on Harry - especially when the reporter was facing countless news materials but bumped into a wall and had nowhere to start.

Moreover, Harry herself is also a person with a lot of stories, especially in line with Miss Skeeter's standards for compiling news. It is estimated that this time, she will gain a lot.

It took a while before Harry returned to the room under Dumbledore's leadership, but during this time, Miss Skeeter had compiled an evocative and tragic history for him.

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The other warriors were already sitting on the chairs by the door. He hurried over and sat next to Krum, looking at the velvet table in front, where five of the six referees were already seated-Kakalo. Professor Fu, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch, Ludo Bagman and Ye Ting.

Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. She secretly took out the roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, slapped the tip of the shorthand quill, and put the pen upright again. On parchment.

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

"Miss Delacour, will you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the clearing in the middle of the room.

Fleur Delacour walked to Mr. Ollivander lightly and handed him his wand.

"Um..." he said.

Like playing with a baton, he made the wand spin between his slender fingers, and the wand ejected many pink and gold sparks. Then he put his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... strong... made of maple... it contains... oh, my goodness..."

"Contains a Veela hair," Fleur said, "It's my grandma's hair."

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think a wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and capricious... But everyone I have my own hobby, since it is suitable for you..."

Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand with his fingers, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!" A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

"Very good, very good, in good condition," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with the magic wand. "Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat lightly, and smiled at her when she passed Hermione.

Hermione pursed her mouth as if fighting back and snorted.

"Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander said as Hermione handed the wand over, more excited than before. "Yes, I remember it clearly. There is one from an Australian The nerve removed from the egg white eye...must be five or six feet long. Ten and three quarters of an inch...the vine is made of wood...good elasticity. It's in excellent condition...do you take care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night." Hermione said, grinning.

Hearing her words, Harry looked down at his wand, which was covered with fingerprints. He grabbed a corner of his robe from his knee, trying to wipe his wand clean. Several gold stars appeared on the head of the wand, Fleur Delacour gave him a very arrogant look, and he had no choice but to give up.

Mr. Ollivander sprayed a string of silver-white smoke rings from the head of Cedric's wand. The smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He expressed satisfaction and said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn. "

Victor’s wand is a product of Grigovich. The material is hornbeam. It contains dragon’s heart tendons. It is much thicker and very rigid than what people usually see. It is ten and four quarters in length. One inch.

Ollivander used the Bird Curse for this experiment.

The wand of the hornbeam made a loud bang, like a pistol firing, a flock of birds flew out from the head of the wand with flapping wings, and flew into the faint sunlight from the open window.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander said, and handed the wand back to Krum. "There is one last...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, passed Krum, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander. He handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Ollivander said, a pair of light eyes suddenly gleaming with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Harry was also fresh in his memory, everything seemed to happen yesterday...

His wand is made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and contains a phoenix tail hair. At that time, Mr. Ollivander was very surprised to see how handy Harry looked when he fiddled with the wand. "It's amazing," he said, "It's amazing." When Harry asked what was so amazing, Mr. Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand and the feather in Voldemort's wand were Pulled off from the same bird.

Mr. Ollivander spent much longer checking Harry's wand than others. In the end, he let the wand spray a puff of wine, then handed the wand back to Harry, announcing that it was in very good condition.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said, standing at the referee's table, "Now you can go back to class — maybe it's more convenient to go straight to dinner, anyway, they will be over soon —"

Harry felt that something went well today. He stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Photo, Dumbledore, take a photo!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly. "The referee and the Warriors have a group photo. What do you think, Rita?"

"Um-well, take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, looking at Harry again. "Maybe I'll take a few more solo photos later."

The photography took a long time. No matter where Mrs. Maxim stood, she blocked others, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and put her in the lens; in the end she had to sit down and everyone else stood around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it up. As for Krum, Harry thought he was accustomed to such things, but he did not expect him to hide behind everyone. Both Furong and Hermione wanted to stand beside Ye Ting, but the photographer seemed to be particularly active in getting Furong to stand in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position. Then, she insisted on taking solo photos of the warriors one by one. It took a long time for them to finally get out.

Before leaving, Ye Ting checked Rita Skeeter's manuscript again. The hapless journalist hurriedly tore a few pieces of paper to shreds. This time he handed out the notebook tremblingly, presumably secretly writing again. Something about Ye Ting was afraid of revenge.

Harry watched this scene very refreshingly. He was very happy that Miss Reporter had a nemesis. However, until Ye Ting left, he did not succeed in saying please Ye Ting to warn Rita not to report on his past.

In fact, Ye Ting neither used the fuchsia clock with Rita nor burned her notebook. In fact, he did not do anything with Rita, which made the female reporter breathe a sigh of relief, and then she became proud again. , Because she felt that the boy was doing this because he was scrupulous about Dumbledore, and she immediately felt that she had a backing.

However, when she was about to write again, she suddenly realized that she could not remember what to write, and she had forgotten all the news collected today.

She immediately understood that this was Ye Ting’s revenge. He did not physically torture her, but when he left, he used the Forgetting Curse to erase a piece of her memory and made her forget the news of the day she had collected. For reporters like Miss Skeeter, this is the greatest punishment.

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Ye Ting's Forgetting Curse on Rita Skeeter is still very effective. Since the manuscript was burned by Ye Ting once before, there are not many news on the day that can be used. In the end, it was published in the Daily Prophet about the three-strong hegemony. Sai's news focused on Harry.

The article was published ten days ago, and every time Harry thought about it, he felt a hot and uncomfortable humiliation in his heart. Rita Skye wrote that he said a lot of terrible things, which he remembered never saying, let alone in that broomstick.

I think my parents gave me strength. I know that if they can see me now, they will be very proud of me...

Yes, sometimes at night, I still cry for them, and I don’t feel ashamed to admit this...