bioinnovel Chapter 304 Ollivander
Chapter 304 Ollivander
Chapter 304 Ollivander
The person standing at the classroom door was Rita Skeeter, the unscrupulous reporter from The Daily Prophet.
She had stiff, golden curly hair, wore jeweled glasses, and her thick, fleshy fingers clutched a crocodile-skin handbag.
What was most unbearable was that Skeeter's bright red fingernails were two inches long, which reminded Belvina of Mrs. Blake, who had passed away many years ago.
Rita Skeeter strode into the classroom with exaggerated steps, greeting everyone present with enthusiasm, her eyes and heart filled with a desire to make the front page.
Upon seeing Karkarov in the corner, she thought of a title in a second: Igor Karkarov: Prisoner or Prisoner?
Then look at Viktor Krum next to her, and she's instantly woven together a love-hate saga that will blow your mind. Nothing is more eye-catching than a world-famous celebrity's sex scandal.
Then, Madame Maxim and Fleur Delacour, who were standing by the window, caught her attention.
The headmaster of Beauxbatons is burly and appears to be a mixed-race giant, while the students of Beauxbatons are stunningly beautiful and seem to have Veela blood.
In Rita Skeeter's eyes, the mentor and apprentice are excellent news material, whether it's their mysterious lineage or the stories hidden within them, they are all worthy of being written about in detail.
In comparison, the handsome couple, Belvina and Cedric, seemed rather ordinary, and Rita Skeeter had no desire to write about them at all.
One is a young professor from a prominent family, and the other is a promising young man who is considered an "other people's child." Unless the teacher and student develop an unconventional and abnormal love affair, what exciting things could there be?
Most importantly, Rita Skeeter dared not provoke Belvina, knowing full well that Belvina was no benevolent person and would not allow her to make fun of her.
In order to secure a sensational headline, Rita Skeeter decisively abandoned the handsome man and beautiful woman pairing and launched a fierce attack on Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, relentlessly pursuing an exclusive interview.
However, Rita Skeeter was greatly disappointed; her front-page headline was ruined.
The two from Durmstrang remained silent, like gourds with their mouths sawed off; the two from Beauxbatons, on the other hand, treated him coldly, a classic case of offering a warm welcome only to be met with indifference.
Rita Skeeter, having been snubbed, had no choice but to give up for the time being, secretly plotting how to obtain news material discreetly using her most proficient methods.
Belvina saw all of this and suddenly became interested, wanting to take this opportunity to find out Rita Skeeter's special methods.
"Rita." Belvina waved.
"Miss Black." Rita Skeeter walked over with an air of indifference.
"I've always had a question: how did you get those impossible insider tips?" Belvina asked directly, getting straight to the point.
Rita Skeeter tossed her blonde curls and said in a affected tone, "This is top secret, my lifeline."
You can't tell anyone.
Got it, I'll have to pay more.
Oh no, we need to exchange intelligence.
Even if Belvina offered a shocking secret in exchange, Rita Skeeter probably wouldn't tell the truth.
Belvina smiled and said, "What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun." Rita Skeeter feigned composure, trying to appear unmoved.
"I'll figure it out sooner or later, Rita," Belvina said, half-threatening and half-advising. "The sun is shining brightly today, don't you think?"
"I don't understand what you're saying, Miss Black." Rita Skeeter forced a smile. "Where are all our heroes?" She tried to change the subject. "Where's Harry?"
Three of the four warriors have arrived, but Harry is still nowhere to be seen in the classroom. He is Rita Skeeter's last hope.
Whether Rita Skeeter's trip today will be worthwhile depends on whether the naive Harry will fall for her trap.
"Cedric, go there," Belvina said to Cedric. "Harry should be having Potions class in the underground classroom. Go and bring him here."
"I'll go right away." Cedric nodded and left without exchanging any words with Rita Skeeter.
As the son of a high-ranking official in the wizarding society, Cedric knew all too well who Rita Skeeter was; the young Mr. Diggory considered her more dangerous than a dragon.
With Cedric gone, the classroom fell silent again, and Rita Skeeter quickly moved away from the dreaded Belvina.
She was fiddling with a black camera with her colleague, a portly man.
The Warriors are brought together again today to test their wands, as they will be their only weapon in the upcoming games.
The photo shoot at The Daily Prophet was just a side event, and Rita Skeeter, who insisted on attending, was not even among those invited.
Shortly after, Cedric led Harry back to the classroom.
Unlucky Harry was once again harassed by Snape and even kept after class by the Potions professor.
The appearance of the fourth hero excited Rita Skeeter again. She had long coveted the boy who had survived the ordeal and had wanted to write a report about Harry Potter for a long time.
Now, Harry, at only fourteen years old, has been exceptionally promoted to a champion and will soon represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. Rita Skeeter will naturally not miss this opportunity.
"Before we officially begin, can I have a chat with Harry for a bit?" Rita Skeeter said to Belvina, but her eyes remained fixed on Harry like a predator eyeing its prey.
"I'm afraid that won't work, Rita." Belvina refused without hesitation. "Harry is too young. I can't let him be interviewed by you without his guardian present."
Harry, who had just walked into the classroom, looked completely bewildered. Why was he suddenly being interviewed?
Harry didn't want to be interviewed in any way, especially not by this strange woman in front of him.
His intuition, driven by his attraction to appearances, kicked in. He sensed that the witch in the crimson robe before him was not a good person, and that she couldn't possibly be a decent person.
"Guardian?" Rita Skeeter looked at Belvina. "Who is Harry's guardian?"
"Sirius Black," Belvina said. "With your abilities, how could you not know about this?"
Rita Skeeter, who had been blinded by the headlines, finally came to her senses and temporarily abandoned her idea of interviewing Harry, because she was unsure of Sirius's mental state.
What if the brother and sister are both lunatics cut from the same mold? Wouldn't that be a disaster?
Rita Skeeter, who had backed down, was furious. How could her illustrious career have been ruined by such a filthy scumbag as Belvina!
Just as the unscrupulous female reporter was cursing the young and promising Professor Black, Dumbledore and Barty Crouch appeared together at the classroom door, with an elderly wizard standing behind them.
Every wizard in the British Isles knows this elderly wizard with light-colored eyes, because he and his family have almost monopolized the wand business in the whole of Britain.
That's right, the professional responsible for testing the Warrior's Wand is none other than the legendary wand master Garrick Ollivander!
Led by Dumbledore, the professional Ollivander entered the classroom, with Barty Crouch at the back. He glanced at Rita Skeeter before sitting down next to Belvina.
Before the wand testing officially began, the usually magnanimous Dumbledore, unusually vengeful, went directly to the unscrupulous reporter from the Daily Prophet.
"Your article about the International Confederation of Wizards in the summer was fantastic," Dumbledore said. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a rigid old madman."
Immediately, everyone, including Barty Crouch and Ollivander, looked at Rita Skeeter.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Rita Skeeter showed a rare moment of embarrassment, but the vengeful Dumbledore remained humble and polite.
"I enjoy reading your frank words, Rita," Dumbledore continued, "but today is the wand test, and our hero is the star."
Although his tone was as amiable as ever, Dumbledore's words carried a strong warning.
First, she was threatened by Belvina, and then she was secretly warned by Dumbledore. Rita Skeeter was once again annoyed and reluctantly stepped aside without even taking out her shorthand quill.
With the unscrupulous reporter no longer jumping around, the wand testing began smoothly, and Mr. Ollivander examined each of the warriors' wands one by one.
Fleur Delacour was the first to be tested. Her wand was made of ebony, and its core was very special—a Veela hair.
"A Veela's hair," Fleur said. "My grandmother's hair."
The second person to be examined was Cedric, whose wand was a creation of Mr. Ollivander, made of ash wood with a unicorn hair core.
Next up was Viktor Krum, whose wand came from Grigorovich, who was on par with Mr. Ollivander. The wand was made of hornwood and the core was made of dragon heartstring.
Finally, Harry and his holly wand appeared.
While the other three heroes carefully protected their wands, Harry's approach to them could be described as brutal.
Harry's holly wand was covered in fingerprints, as if he had never maintained it. If he had a choice, holly...
They'd rather rot outside than fall into Harry's hands.
Four warriors and their wands appeared one by one. The wand testing was over, but the crowd didn't disperse. (Daily Prophet)
The photographer is still waiting eagerly.
The photo shoot took far longer than the wand test; the tall and imposing Mrs. Maxim was from a completely different dimension from everyone else.
No matter where Mrs. Maxim stands, there will always be fewer people in the photographer's shot; either Mrs. Maxim cannot be in the frame, or others are blocked.
Finally, Mrs. Maxim had to sit in the middle with the others standing around her, which barely allowed them to take a group photo of the referees and the warriors.
After the group photo, Rita Skeeter asked to take individual photos of the Warriors, saying it was to promote the Triwizard Tournament.
The four brave soldiers had no choice but to remain in the classroom and follow the orders of the unscrupulous reporter.
Not wanting to waste time, Belvina left the classroom early, along with Mr. Ollivander.
The two walked towards the outside of the castle, talking in hushed tones.
"Miss Black, is your wand alright?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"It's great, it's as obedient as my arm," Belvina said.
Ollivander's light-colored pupils widened as he said, "Acacia wood is eccentric but very perceptive. Combined with the dragon heartstring as the core of the staff, it can unleash astonishing power in the hands of a suitable wizard."
"Furthermore, with the meticulous craftsmanship of a legendary wand master, its power is truly astonishing," Belvina casually offered a compliment.
However, Garrick Ollivander didn't seem to buy it.
As the two walked out of the castle, Mr. Ollivander suddenly stopped on the flat grass.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally asked the question he had been pondering for a long time: "Miss Black, is your wand alright?"