I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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When Rita Skeeter faced other students, she didn't have much respect, even if they were warriors who were about to participate in the Final Four.

She is a reporter, a guest of the Daily Prophet, and even the Ministry of Magic pays attention to her manuscripts - these children, she, Rita Skeeter, does not have to worry about.

That's what Ms. Beetle originally thought.

Or that's what she thinks now.

But once she saw the visitor's face, Rita Skeeter could no longer maintain her arrogance.

As an illegal Animagus, she has always been very proud of her ability to transform into an undetectable animal such as a beetle. This is also a great weapon for her to obtain information that other reporters cannot obtain.

But, to this day she hasn't figured out a thing.

A few years ago, I inquired about information from multiple channels and summarized it, and finally found a clue that there was a "special relationship" between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Who is that? Dumbledore! Grindelwald!

The two most powerful wizards in the wizarding world today are also the principals of two magic schools!

If she can dig out some information and add some "artistic processing", then her status in the wizarding media world will reach an unprecedented level.

So, the excited Rita Skeeter approached the elderly Bathilda. She was going to lurk there for a while, and after making sure that there was no new information to dig out, she would use some small tricks to make the old Bathilda spit out more information. Lots of news - like veritaserum or something...

As she transformed into a beetle and lurked, the group of children came over.

Rita Skeeter didn't take the kids seriously at all. Who would pay attention to a tiny beetle that was everywhere? Not to mention the child, even the great wizard couldn't discover his identity.

Her only worry was that these children would stay in the room for too long and affect her excavation progress.

Then, the most handsome boy, a little boy with a harmless smile - he is only twelve or thirteen years old at most, right? Rita Skeeter thinks so.

The beetle he transformed into was held under the vessel in one stroke!

At first, she thought it was the mischief of a naughty child. She thought she would throw away the beetle when she got tired of playing with it, right? ——I still pretend to be dead.

But instead of playing with her like a beetle, the boy actually locked himself in a bottle? !

This level is...

Rita Skeeter had forgotten how many days she had been imprisoned. She only knew that she was so hungry that she almost died.

She even thought that she, a great reporter in the wizarding world, was really going to die in that little glass bottle.

In the end, the boy let him go. Rita Skeeter even thought it was a trap when the bottle was opened, until the boy spoke.

"It's time to go out, Miss Skeeter."

He always knew who he was!

From that moment on, this boy who was only 12 or 13 years old became Rita Skeeter's nightmare - after escaping from the devil's cave, she did not turn into a beetle again for two years, and she still dare not use it until now. Any glass bottle related products.

And now, that boy has grown up and stands in front of him...

Nothing has changed! That gentle and sunny smile is all a disguise!

This devil...

"Ms. Skeeter? Ms. Skeeter?" Ludo Bagman shouted to the stunned Skeeter. He saw the cold sweat flowing down Skeeter's forehead, as well as the big and small ones at that time. Tong Kong is like being hit by the highest level of fear spell.

But nothing happened here?

"Ms. Skeeter?" he called again.

Sean smiled secretly. He stepped forward and showed a caring and worried smile: "Madam, are you okay?"

After seeing the other person's face enlarged, Skeeter almost thought he was going to faint.

Subconsciously taking a step back, she pushed up her glasses tremblingly: "No, it's okay..."

"That's good." Sean said with a smile.

Ludo Bagman glanced at Skeeter with some confusion, then patted Sean on the shoulder: "This young man is here too, Ms. Skeeter, it's time to start your interview."

Interview... Skeeter almost gave up on his legs and sat down.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to interview separately, uh, this extra participating team?" Bagman asked in confusion.

Skeeter was wailing in his heart, why did he want to interview this demon alone...why did he make such a death request...

She quietly turned her head and looked at the demon's expression. He was smiling, but the look in his eyes... was threatening her, right? !

He must be keeping himself quiet about all this!

Thinking of this, Skeeter swallowed and showed a stiff smile, even the lipstick stuck to his teeth: "Here, come here, Mr. Wallop."

Um? Why is it so neat and tidy? Sean was a little strange.

Still, he happily followed Rita Skeeter into the cubicle.

Skeeter huddled herself in the corner of the cubicle, her quill also lost its arrogant and annoying look, hanging on the master's shoulder.

"That, that, Mr. Wallup?"

she asked in a tentative tone.

Sean scratched his head: "Just start your interview."

"Okay, okay..." Skeeter swallowed, "Um, do you follow the procedure?"

Is there a process for this? Sean looked at the quill and nodded thoughtfully.

"Let me introduce myself first...Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet..." The other person's smile was worse than crying.

The quill shook, and then began to write on the parchment.

Charming blonde Rita Skeeter, now forty-three years old, her unruly quill has exposed many flashy false names——

"Pfft..." Sean couldn't help laughing.

Skeeter explained with a grimace: "Sir, this quill has already been set... I, I will revise this manuscript carefully."

Sean held back his laughter and waved his hand, indicating for her to continue.

"So...Mr. Wallop, what prompted you to participate in this Four-wizard tournament?"

The nimble tip of the quill pen slid across the paper, leaving this line:

With deep lake-blue eyes and an extremely handsome face, this is the most popular student in Hogwarts College at present - Sean Wallop. His eyes are so charming and his curly hair is so elegant. Whenever When others look at him, they always feel their hearts pounding...

Sean: "..."

This quill pen really dares to write...

"Um, remember it truthfully -" Sean mentioned, and Skeeter nodded quickly.

"The reason why I participated in the competition is simple. On the one hand, it is a very interesting adventure, and on the other hand, I also want to win more glory for Hogwarts."

Quill continued to write: This outstanding wizard regards the Four Wizard Tournament as a great adventure. What kind of mentality is this? ! Without excellent psychological quality, strong magical strength and confidence in himself, no wizard would dare to say such a sentence so casually...

This quill is quite evil...

Skeeter showed a flattering smile: "Mr. Wallop, do you see this?"

"No need to write such false and empty statements to please me, just record it as usual..."

"Okay, okay, no problem, I will write an extra copy. When the manuscript is ready to be published, I will send an owl to show you the final draft..."

Sean scratched his head. Why was Skeeter so afraid of him? Didn't he just capture her and imprison her for a while?

But it was good not to have to deal with Rita Skeeter's usual tough questions.

While the strange interview in the cubicle continued, the students outside were huddled together and talking.

The three people in Durmstrang didn't seem to be very close to each other. Klum was standing alone by the bookshelf, not knowing what he was thinking. He looked like he had lost the tough guy temperament he had before, and was more naive.

And Hart Knott, who had been made impatient by Rita Skeeter, was shaking his legs impatiently, looking irritated, while Leon Schneider, another Durmstrang man, was standing in the corner. Here, he seemed unwilling to communicate with anyone.

Fleur chatted with the other two Beauxbatons students from time to time, but it seemed that she was more interested in Cedric, and the two of them were chatting about something with smiles on their faces.

Among the Nurmengard students, Daniels stood there silently, while Patricia and Hugo, both members of the Golden Dawn, were having a lively chat with the Weslay twins. Patricia even hugged Dai beside him. Xi, make some jokes from time to time.

Stephanie found a seat to sit down and read a book as usual.

There were footsteps on the corner stairs, and the judges and Mr. Ollivander came down.

"I take it you are all here?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, oh, Ms. Skeeter is interviewing Mr. Wallop. It should be soon...oh, they are coming out." Bagman said.

Sean and Skeeter walked out of the small cubicle, with Skeeter following behind. He was nervously scanning the press release he had just recorded, fearing that there would be any recording errors-if he wrote the wrong original of Wallop. I'm afraid I'll be in bad luck...

"Oh, are you okay?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, sir." Sean nodded, and Skeeter nodded as well.

"That's good--"

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to all the warriors after sitting down on the referee's table. "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Grindelwald did not appear here, he seemed to be busy with other things.

And the old man with two big light-colored eyes was standing in front, it was Mr. Ollivander.

Checking the wand... Sean suddenly remembered something. His wand was no longer the original one...

His original wand of elm wood with a tree-topped dragon's heartstrings should still be with Grindelwald. It was exchanged by him during the night in Paris - of course, the purpose of the exchange was to use his own branch. The wand was given to Sean, and the wand was later given to little Grindelwald.

Sean, on the other hand, bought a large number of wands and kept experimenting with his wand modification technology once a month.

Wand Maker's Glory (Gold): Within ten hours after use, you will gain keen observation of the wand wood and core material, and gain the ability to [embed], with a cooling time of one natural month.

[Embedded]: You can embed a second magic material into a finished wand. The power and controllability of the wand will be improved. The degree of improvement depends on the fit between the second material and the original wand.

At the same time, you can embed a variety of wand cores into a brand new wand embryo (a wand without a wand core embedded in it). The number of embedded wand cores is related to the material of the wand wood and the fit of the various wand cores.

Tip: Implanting it hastily may cause the wand embryo and core to be destroyed, so please be careful.

This ability is the basis for Sean to modify wands. However, because he has not studied it systematically, although the ability exists, it is not very efficient in using it. Sean must have modified five or six wands.

He is now using the first successful wand he has modified. It is oak wood with unicorn hair and phoenix tail feathers. The hole at the bottom is embedded with a fang from the Selma Lake Monster - the one he raised. Contributed by Little Lake Monster.

After being embedded, Sean will be more powerful when using magic spells underwater, and he will have a certain ability to swim in the water.

Of course, Sean has always concealed the true identity of his wand. Except for Hermione and others, he is still using his elm wand.

However, Sean is confident that he can hide the wand detection device, but if it is Mr. Ollivander... Sean is a little unsure...

At this time, it will be a bit troublesome...

Sean looked up at Mr. Ollivander, who was checking Cedric's wand.

"Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander said as Cedric handed over the wand, much more excited than before. "Yes, I remember it very clearly. There is a wand in it from a The plucked hair from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn... must have been five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail hair and he almost poked a hole in me with his horn. Twelve and four minutes One inch...Made of ash...Excellent elasticity. Excellent condition...Do you take care of it regularly?"

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

At this time, a small voice sounded from his ear: "I will give a hint to Grandpa."

It was Stephanie, holding her slender pale blue wand.

Sean was a little surprised. He didn't say it, but she found out?

"I am sensitive to wands, an Ollivander gift," Stephanie explained in a whisper.

"I see……"

After everyone in front had tested it, Stephanie handed over her wand before Sean.

Mr. Ollivander looked at his granddaughter and smiled. He held the strange blue wand: "Your own work... The body of the wand is made of bold acacia wood. It is powerful but only for talents. It is an underestimated wood... The core of the wand is dragon heartstring, but it is mixed with some kind of material I don't know. There is no accident, but it is more powerful than the original effect... Thirteen and a half inches... The graceful craftsmanship is even coated with magic coating... Yes, your exclusive invention..."

Mr. Ollivander's tone was full of pride.