[HP] So you are such Anita

"Ah, here he is! The fourth warrior! Come in, Harry... There is nothing to worry about, just take a group photo, and then do a wand detection ceremony, and the other referees will arrive soon." Buckman suddenly enthusiastic The sound of getting up startled Anita.

"Well, I'm not particularly worried..." Harry closed the door uncomfortably, and walked towards the warriors.

"Yes, yes, our inspection is very important. After all, the wand is the only equipment you have in the game. If there is a mistake, it will be too dangerous." Bagman walked towards Harry, "By the way , Let me introduce you, this lady is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and this one, who is also a reporter from the Daily Prophet..."

"My assistant," Ms. Skeeter, who has been looking at Harry since he came in, "Ludo, I wonder if I can talk to Harry before we start? The youngest warrior in the grade, you I know, in order to add some color to the article."

"Of course it's fine," Bagman said excitedly, "if Harry agrees, it's a great thing!"

"Huh?" Harry was overwhelmed by the sudden interview, "Okay."

"Great!" Rita Skeeter dragged Harry out of the room.

After Harry left, Bagman greeted the other warriors, "Just wait a little longer, the experts are with Dumbledore now, and they'll be here soon."

After speaking, he walked back to his seat.

Delacour tossed her long silver hair like a waterfall, "Huh, celebrity."

"You won't be willing to accept an interview with Skeeter, Delacour." Krum answered the words for the first time, and even Delacour's eyes widened. Just when she was about to say something, The door was opened again.

"Oh, my old friend Dumbledore!" Bagman showed his enthusiasm again.

Dumbledore walked in with Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Maxim, and Professor Karkaroff, followed by a little old wizard with big light-colored eyes.

It was indeed a specialist, Mr. Ollivander of Ollivander's Wand Shop, who had once sold her a beech wand.Yes, it is the one she is using now.

"It seems that you are here faster than us," Dumbledore greeted the warriors enthusiastically, "but it seems that there is one less, isn't Harry Potter here?"

"Ms. Skeeter is doing an exclusive interview with Harry, and they went to the next room," Bagman replied.

"Oh, Skeeter," Dumbledore's voice sounded annoyed, "Oh, Merlin!"

Dumbledore turned and left the room, Anita guessed he must be looking for Harry.

"Then the warriors should sit there, the chairs on the table can be taken down," Bagman pointed to the table and chairs behind the professor, "please take one down for Harry, he'll be here in a while. "

Anita looked at the tables and chairs piled up as high as a hill in front of her, and silently took out her wand, preparing to cast a levitation spell on them.

But Krum was faster than her, taking advantage of his height to directly move the four chairs down.

The warriors took their seats one by one, Anita placed Harry's seat next to Krum, and she herself sat next to Delacour next to Krum.

She wanted to stay away from the two guys who might accost her so she wouldn't have to talk.

Dumbledore brought Harry in after a while, and Skeeter followed. She didn't seem to be unhappy because the interview was interrupted. Anita felt that she must have gotten what she wanted to know.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander," Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench, "he will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match."

Mr. Ollivander was already standing in the middle of the open space of the room, his gaze scanned among the warriors, "Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

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

The wand twirled in Ollivander's fingertips, spewing out many pink and gold sparks, and Ollivander observed the wand carefully, "Maple, nine and a half inches, very springy, oh, it contains, God where!"

"Contains a veela hair," Delacour proudly said, "my grandmother's hair."

"Yes, yes, veela hair, I've never used veela hair for a wand core myself, I think it makes the wand capricious and difficult to handle, but it's fine for you, it wants to The determination to protect you is so strong. Then, the orchid blooms!"

A bouquet of golden orchids bloomed on the wand head.

"The condition is very good!" Mr. Ollivander handed the orchid and wand to Delacour, "Next, Mr. Krum."

Krum stood up and handed Ollivander his wand.

"Oh, Gregovich's product, he is a very good wandmaker, although I don't like his style very much..." Ollivander looked at Krum's wand carefully, "Goose Ear oak, the dragon's heart tendon, very hard, ten and a quarter inches...flying birds!"

There was a loud noise from the tip of Krum's wand, and then a flock of black crows fluttered out from the tip of the wand and flew out of the window.

"Very good, in good condition," Ollivander returned the wand to Krum, "Next, Miss Auerbach."

When it finally came to her, Anita handed Ollivander her wand, which Ollivander had made herself.

"Oh, I remember the child, beech, eleven inches, unicorn hair, it was a beautiful female juvenile unicorn, docile, very docile, and when I plucked her mane, she He just stared at me with big moist eyes in surprise," Ollivander stroked his wand carefully, "Ding dong of the spring water!"

Anita's wand tip sprayed water, and a faint rainbow formed in the spray.

"Very well, it was pleasant," Ollivander returned the wand to Anita. "So, finally, Harry Potter."

Unexpectedly, when checking Harry's wand, Ollivander obviously spoke a lot less, but he took a long time to check.

Just when Anita thought there was something wrong with Harry's wand, Ollivander let the tip of the wand squirt wine.

"Very good, in good condition." Ollivander returned the wand to Harry with a smile.

"Thank you, everyone. Then today's inspection is over. You can go back to class, or go directly to the auditorium for lunch. Anyway, it's almost time now." Dumbledore stood up from the referee table.

"Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo," Bagman shouted excitedly, "How about a photo with the judges and the warriors, Rita?"

"Well, it's all right. We can take many photos, group photos, alone, whatever you want." Although he was answering Bagman, Skeeter's eyes kept staring at Harry.

Anita felt that Skeeter was looking at Harry now as if he were looking at a hen that lays golden eggs.

After taking a full body photo and a solo photo, Anita was released, but Harry Potter was still left in the room. Skeeter said that his solo photo could not be taken well no matter how .

Anita walked straight back to the Slytherin lounge, where she was going to ask Draco for some snacks that Mrs. Malfoy had sent him to cushion her stomach.

But before she reached the first floor of Hogwarts, she was pulled into the corner of the corridor.

Based on their body shape and voice, Anita could easily guess who these two people were.

"Dolly, and Dole, what are you doing?" Anita looked at the two fair-haired Field in puzzlement, she was really hungry now.

Doyle and Doris seem to have disappeared since she was chosen as a warrior.Doris was okay, and she couldn't be seen before anyway, but Doyle was too much, he could always meet her in various places in Hogwarts, and when he saw her, he would turn around and run away.

"What I feel," Doris told Anita, "is a dragon."

Anita was stunned. If her understanding was correct, Doris was talking about real dragons, the kind that fly in the sky with wings.

"Follow me." Doris pulled Anita and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Anita stopped when they reached a place where there were not many people.

"What's wrong?" Doris asked Anita.

"You have to prove to me that you are Doris Field before I go with you. Sorry, it's too weird to go to the Forbidden Forest at night." Anita stood there and frowned.

Doris was silent, she silently raised her wrist, the silver ring on it was exactly the same as the one given to Anita by Faol's grandfather, then she grabbed the hand of Doyle, who was laughing aside, forcibly He also raised his hand, which also had a silver ring like that on it.

Anita looked at the silver ring on her hand, a little embarrassed, "Okay, but this is really weird."

"I know, if it wasn't for the dragon, I wouldn't actually plan to talk to you this semester." Doris glanced away.

"But why?" Anita thought about it carefully for a while, and felt that she had not offended Doris.

"Because of Cedric Diggory," Doyle chuckled, "and Uncle Tom."

"Don't call him uncle, Doyle!" Doris said sharply.

"Okay, but Tom gave me a dragon egg fossil, and you never gave me anything..." Doyle muttered in a low voice.

Doris glared at Doyle.

"Okay, let's be straightforward, Cedric was very hopeful to be elected as a warrior, but you also know that this is really strange," Doris said in a slightly softer tone, but soon hardened Get up, "And I don't like you getting too close to Tom."

"Tom himself always comes to me, and it's not my fault." Another sentence, Anita hesitated to say, she didn't understand what Cedric had to do with it.

"Cedric and Doris confessed, but Doris told him that she would agree to him only if he was chosen as a Hogwarts warrior. So Cedric didn't dare to talk to Doris until now ’” Doyle whispered in Anita’s ear.

Doris pretended not to hear what Doyle and Anita said, "Don't you think it's because you got too close to that guy Tom that you got so much trouble? You already have enough troubles It's time!" Doris shook her long hair, "Let's go, hurry up, we have to come back before the gate."

"She's shy," Doyle whispered to Anita.

"Doyle!" Doris roared from ahead.