Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Following Colin all the way to a small room, the other warriors in the room have all arrived.

"The Daily Prophet will publish this competition. I hope that several warriors can take a photo together. Of course, it would be even better if Iger can be together." Colin said with a hint of excitement: "Good luck!"

"Look who's here, huh?" A voice that sounded nasty still sounded, and Rita Skeeter looked at Iger cheerfully in a magenta robe: "Mr. His little girlfriend..."

Iger rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Although this woman was taken to death by him, but that cheap look really hasn't changed at all...

Bagman stood up and walked to the center of the room: "Okay, everyone is here."

"Come on kids, there's nothing to worry about, the game hasn't started yet..." Bagman laughed: "Just test your wands, the other referees will be here soon."

"Detect the wand?" Iger was stunned, and took Hermione to a short distance to sit down, and quietly stuffed a wand into Hermione's arms behind everyone's back.

Here was the last wand, a thirteen-inch, elder wand.

"We have to test whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in the future competitions, wands are your most important equipment." Bagman said.

Hermione put the wand back into Iger's hand and shook her head slightly, her face serious: "I want to rely on my own ability to participate in the competition."

There was a touch of emotion on Iger's face.

Such a silly girl is rare...

Forget it, don't use it...

Iger sighed slightly, and took back his wand. Anyway, he would be watching on the field, and Hermione's safety was absolutely guaranteed.

"The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore, and I want to take some photos. This is Rita Skeeter." As he spoke, Bagman pointed to Rita: "She is writing for the Daily Prophet. Write a short article about the Tournament..."

"Maybe it won't be that small, Ludo." Rita hummed casually, staring at Hermione beside Iger.

once Upon a time,

She wrote an article about mocking Hermione, and then she was taught to be a human being by Iger...

A few years later, the opportunity to interview Hermione came before her again, and she felt that it was better for her to be more stable for the time being.

Facts have proved that no matter where she hides, as long as the Dandantang mark on her body is still there, it will take a moment for Iger to find her, and she has already accepted her fate.

It doesn't work if you don't accept your fate. Unlike Dumbledore, Iger really dares to kill.

If you tease Dumbledore, Dumbledore will just laugh it off at most, and if you tease Iger, the price may be your own life...

Although Rita has extremely low EQ, her IQ is not low at all...

Seeing Rita lead several warriors into the small room one by one, Iger sat on the chair indifferently, doing nothing with his arms folded.

A few minutes later, Hermione came out of the cubicle.

"How was the interview?" Iger grinned.

"It's not bad." Hermione raised her chin, she seemed to be feeling pretty good.

After a while, Krum came out of the cubicle with a gloomy face. It seemed that the interview was very unpleasant.

Seeing him so unhappy, Iger smiled happily...

Finally, Dumbledore walked into the room, and Rita looked excited and exclaimed, "Dumbledore!"

Leaning happily to Dumbledore's side, she immediately removed the quill and notebook beside her, and Rita's claw-like fingers hastily clasped the crocodile leather handbag: "How are you? My article on the International Conference of Wizards in the summer I wonder if you read the article?"

"It's really great." Dumbledore's eyes were shining brightly: "I especially love the part where you describe me as a rigid old lunatic..."

Rita's face was frank, and she didn't look embarrassed at all.

"I just wanted to say that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, many wizards out there--"

"So I'm working hard to train a new generation of excellent wizards..." As he said, Dumbledore glanced in Iger's direction.

Aiger glanced at Rita with a grimace, and Rita immediately smiled dryly and left with the small crocodile leather satchel Shi Shiran.

"I'm very pleased, Iger." Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: "It seems that you are becoming more and more deterrent..."

Iger: "..."

So I'm notorious...or notorious?

"Okay kids, the wand testing ceremony is about to start, come here." Dumbledore waved, and led a few people to a velvet-covered table, where several referees were already sitting- - Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Zou and Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic.

Rita quietly found a small corner and sat down, then took out the lively pen and paper from her handbag.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat on the referee's seat, and Iger found a soft chair and sat down.

"He's about to check your wands—and flying swords, to make sure your wands are in good shape for the match."

Ollivander leaned quietly by the window of the room, grinning at Iger.

Every time I see Iger, Ollivander will be as crazy as a dog seeing shit...

Perhaps driven by nature, Ollivander always seems to pluck a few hairs from Iger's head. Of course, if Iger doesn't mind, you can try to pluck a few hairs from other places...

"Ah...Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Ollivander heard Dumbledore's words and turned to look at the warriors.

Fleur walked to Ollivander with light steps and handed him her wand.

"Hmm..." Ollivander fiddled with the magic wand that Fleur gave him. The slender wand in his hand seemed to be like a conductor's baton in the hands of a performer. Between his skinny fingers, the wand kept spinning, spraying a lot of pink from time to time. And golden sparks, and then Ollivander brought the wand to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.

"Not bad." The old man nodded. "Nine and a half inches...it's very elastic...made of maple wood, and it contains...oh hehehe, my God..."

"It contains a Veela's hair." Fu Rong said, "My grandma's hair."

"Haha, that's great, the hair of magical creatures is still relatives, it seems that it suits you very well." Ollivander muttered to himself: "Of course, I have never used Veela hair myself, I think Using Veela hair is too sensitive and capricious... But I have used hair that is opposite to it..."

As he said that, Ollivander glanced at Aiger's long black hair, and then sighed leisurely. It seems that he wants to change his career to be a barber...

"Orchids are in full bloom!" Ollivander flicked his wand, and with a pop, a bunch of delicate flowers bloomed from the top of the wand.

"Very good, very good... in good condition." Ollivander said, gathered the flowers, and handed them to Fleur together with the wand.

Iger twitched the corners of his mouth watching Ollivander handing flowers. The old man still wants to flirt with a girl at such an old age?

"Miss Granger? It's your turn." Ollivander looked at Hermione with a smile.

Hermione nodded, stepped forward, and handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Well... yes, this is my work..." Ollivander happily looked at the wand in his hand.