The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very strange.

On one side, there was a crowd of people laughing loudly.

There seems to be a wall between the two that forcibly divides the entire auditorium into two completely different worlds.

From Harry's point of view, this situation is undoubtedly embarrassing.

The level has probably reached the level of taking a nap in a kindergarten, and after wetting the bed, the teacher showed the pattern on the mattress in front of all the children, and finally was driven to the toilet to change his pants with laughter.

Don't think that children don't remember things.

This experience will leave him with a lifelong psychological shadow!

As a result, Harry made a very natural decision.

He turned around and fled the auditorium.

The backs of Harry and the three of them leaving with the crucible and various pharmaceutical utensils on their backs just fell into Link's eyes.

He pondered for a moment and then withdrew his gaze.

Judging from the badges on John and their chests, it is clear that the remarks about stepping on Harry and holding Link have been circulating at Hogwarts for some time.

The mental torment Harry suffered during this time must have been enormous.

It stands to reason that since Link had promised to help Harry earlier, he should come forward and explain a thing or two to him at this time.

But the reality was that Link had no desire to do it at all.

Because it doesn't make sense at all.

People generally only believe what they want to believe.

In the same way, they will also unconsciously distort part of the truth when narrating, so as to achieve the most favorable results for themselves.

Rumors spread like this step by step.

So even if Link explained it to Harry, it is estimated that John and the others would not believe it.

Maybe there will be rumors that Link is kind and humble, and deliberately lied to excuse Harry Potter.

Moreover, the person who should most come forward to help Harry to refute the rumor should be Dumbledore.

Since the old guy didn't make a move, Link felt that he didn't need to talk too much.

Refilling the coffee cup again, Link took a big sip.

"Link, stop drinking and come with me."

Cedric squeezed into the crowd at some point and spoke eagerly to Link.

"Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Bagman and Professor Sprout asked me to inform you." Cedric spread his hands and said, "It should be something like a photo shoot. I saw they prepared a large magic camera."

"But... the spell class is about to start."

Link was a little reluctant to go.

He was instinctively not interested in this kind of marketing campaign.

And while being a Hogwarts warrior allowed him to avoid the final exam, he still had to take the owl exam.

He had missed half a month of classes due to hospitalization some time ago, and he really didn't want to miss more classes.

Cedric understood Link's thoughts miraculously, and said helplessly:

"Mr. Bagman has already said hello from Professor Flitwick's side. And it's just a while, and it won't take too much time. Let's go."

Having said this, Link can't refuse.

Saying goodbye to Emily, he followed Cedric through a labyrinth of hallway stairs and eventually outside the classroom door.

"This time they are probably going to publish your story in the Daily Prophet! I'm going to go back and cut out this part of the report and paste it on our Hufflepuff Wall of Honor,

what do you think? "

"No! Absolutely not! It's too shameful! Also, when did we Hufflepuffs have a wall of honor?"

"Actually, it existed several years ago, but it has always been empty, and even if others see it, they will only think it is an ordinary wall.

Say no more to that, and good luck! "

As if to not give Link a chance to continue refusing, Cedric left as if he had run away.

Seeing this, Link hesitated to speak, but finally sighed and pushed the door in.

This is a relatively small classroom, the interior of which has been emptied, and a scene similar to an in-school medical examination is arranged with the remaining desks.

Bagman and several wizards with cameras and pen and paper sat upright behind the neatly arranged desks, like doctors preparing to examine students.

"Oh! Our warrior! Link, you were the first to arrive!"

Ludo Bagman was still enthusiastic, he took a few steps and grabbed Link's hand, "Don't be nervous, this time the scene is more solemn, but it's just to help you warriors do the wand detection ceremony. That's it."

"Detect wand?"

Link said lightly, his expression a little helpless.

He didn't understand how Bagman could see that he was nervous. He was clearly in a normal state.

"Just to check if your wands are normal. This is a regular move in the Triwizard Tournament." Bagman approached Link and whispered, "You know, the wand is the most important thing for you in the next game. Props, we have to make sure no one's touching the wands. Of course, the expert who's testing your wands is Ollivander, the old man who sells wands in Diagon Alley. He's our own Hogwarts guy, so, Do you understand?"

Saying that, Bagman blinked at Link and returned to his normal volume:

"The experts and other warriors will be here in a moment, so we can take a break. By the way, this is Rita Skeeter, a reporter and writer who is..."

"Ah, I know her."

Link interrupted Bagman indifferently, and turned his attention to the middle-aged witch in a magenta robe on the side.

She has delicate but slightly stiff golden curly hair, and her overall makeup is the same as that of the witch in Link's impression. There is no shortage of luxury jewelry and delicate fabrics on her body, but the colors and costumes are extremely weird.

If I had to describe it, it was like the little girl who secretly used her mother's makeup, jewelry and clothes to match herself.

This guy is also an old acquaintance of Link.

When Link and Emily attacked Fudge, they often sought out Rita Skeeter for a black draft.

Like many unscrupulous self-media in Link's previous life impressions, she is willing to write articles that distort facts and disgusting people for traffic and money, and the writing level is very high.

A very useful tool!

That's what Link said about Rita Skeeter.

"Mr. Foley, it's an honor to meet you! You look even more handsome than the previous Daily Prophet photos!"

Rita Skeeter also hurriedly stood up from her chair at this time, and said in a deliberately choked voice, "To be honest, I'm really curious about you. Are you doing an interview?"

"No problem!" Bagman snapped, "As long as Link wants to."

"The interview is not necessary. I think you have a story about me and you should know how to write it, right?"

Link said coldly, and while speaking, he reached out and twisted the Foley family ornament ring on his right index finger.

The move frightened Rita Skeeter.

She kept bowing and nodding to Link like a clockwork puppet, swearing that she would write a good article for Link.

His language and actions were so violent and contrived that even a staff member with a camera on his side couldn't bear to watch.

But despite this, no one at the scene felt that Rita Skeeter's actions were inappropriate or shameful.

After all, the one standing in front of them now is Link Foley, the only heir of the Foley family!

Usually they make up some black material about big celebrities like Dumbledore and Fudge, and they can indeed gain a lot of traffic and wealth, but this is useless for a semi-black and white family like the Foley family.

The Foley family, but they can really kill people!

Link didn't pay attention to the other people's mood, but directly found an empty seat and sat down, sipping coffee one by one. He just brought the coffee cup with him just now.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Dumbledore, Krum and other warriors and referees arrived one after another.

After Dumbledore and Link nodded, they began to talk to themselves. Fleur jumped to Link's side, looked into Link's cup, and then showed a bright smile. road:

"How is it? The coffee beans I gave you tasted good, didn't they?"

Link nodded perfunctorily.

His coffee drinking habit does have a lot to do with Furong.

The guy visited him in the infirmary with a sack of coffee beans as a gift, supposedly stolen from Ms. Maxime.

"Okay, then let's get started."

After the last warrior, Harry, walked into the classroom dejectedly, Dumbledore finally announced, "Then it's hard for you, Mr. Ollivander."

The only remaining wand maker in the country, the owner of Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley, Ollivander smiled and nodded, walked to the center of the classroom and said softly:

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

Fleur reluctantly walked away from Link and handed the wand to Ollivander.

The wand spun back and forth between Ollivander's fingers as quickly as a pen.

While moving, the tip of the wand also spewed out many pink and gold sparks.

"Yes, nine and a half inches, springy, maple body, core is... Merlin..."

"A veela hair," Fleur replied, "that's my grandmother's hair."

As soon as these words came out, Karkaroff slapped his mouth in disdain.

Rita Skeeter and the other staff members looked at Fleur with disgust.

The mixed blood of wizards and intelligent magical creatures is the lowest existence in the traditional wizard pure-blood theory, even lower than Muggles.

These gazes pierced Furong's body like sharp knives, making her tremble a little.

She forced herself to control the abnormality of her body, but her eyes drifted towards Link unconsciously.

Link didn't show the slightest bit of shock or disgust.

He knew that Furong was a mixed-race Veela before he came to this world, and Furong even told him personally during the summer vacation.

After seeing Link's reaction, Furong's body suddenly stopped shaking.

She took her eyes away from Link and looked at Ollivander confidently.

"It's a very strange combination. It is estimated that only you can control this wand. After all, the wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful. Ah! Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you being willful. In short... "

Ollivander ran his fingers over his wand and whispered, "The orchids are blooming!"

A bunch of flowers suddenly emerged from the tip of the staff.

"It's in very good shape!"

Ollivander returns the wand to Fleur, along with the flowers.

Next to hand in the wand was Krum.

When he took the wand, Link obviously found Ollivander's expression somewhat disgusting and ugly.

"Well, Gregorovitch's work, I won't admit it wrong, his style is consistently so rough and wild."

Ollivander shook his head, and said impatiently, "Hornet, the chordae of the dragon's heart, ten and a quarter inches, a big, silly shape. Tsk, it's alright, take it away !"

Krum, who held his wand again, looked innocent.

He doesn't understand English well, but from Ollivander's behavior he seems to think something is wrong with his wand.

In the end, Karkaroff stood up and took him back, and he was still muttering about these things along the way, as if to comfort him.

"Next, Mr. Foley."

Link pushed away Fleur who had been trying to get close to him, took out two wands and handed them to Ollivander.

This surprised the onlookers.

Karkaroff and Maxim were even about to move, as if they wanted to protest against Dumbledore.

After all, normal wizards only have one wand, and Link's two wands will obviously give him a slight advantage in the next game.

"Ha! That's the real wand!"

Ollivander gestured to Krum and Fleur with the two wands in a showy gesture, "One is larch, a dragon's nerve, ten and a quarter inches long, my grandfather's work! In addition to the regular spellcasting ability, it also has a special ability that gives the user courage! It is super rare, even I can't do it now!"

Ollivander shook Link's original larch wand a few times, and a golden-red light flashed on it.

"And the other one is mine! Ebony, phoenix feather, thirteen inches! The best choice for attacking magic and polymorphism! They usually only choose those that are full of courage, can ignore external pressure, People who stick to their beliefs! But its current maintenance seems to be a bit abnormal..."

Ollivander frowned and rubbed the ebony wand for a while, and released several conjuration spells in a row, then widened his eyes and said in shock:

"It's become more rounded and smoother, and the overall feel has become rather gloomy, well, I bet you've been using this wand to unleash countless corrosives over the past few years. Cursed black magic! And the level of this magic is very high! Otherwise, this wand would never..."

"Ugh!!~"

Bagman's violent cough interrupted Ollivander.

The latter glanced at Bagman in confusion, and saw that the other party was frantically making a face at him, and immediately realized the mistake he had made, and his face became extremely pale.