Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 224

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

“The Daily Prophet is going to publish this competition. I hope that several warriors can take a photo together. Of course, it would be better if Iger could be together.” Colin said with a hint of excitement: “I wish you good luck!”

“Look who’s here, eh?” A disgusting, still-sounding voice sounded, 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 herself, her cheapness has not 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 check your wand, the other referees will be here soon.”

“Detection wand?” Iger was stunned, took Hermione not far away, sat down, and quietly stuffed a wand into Hermione’s arms behind the crowd.

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

“We must test whether your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, the wand is your most important device.” Bagman said.

Hermione said that the wand was put back in Iger’s hand and shook her head slightly, with a serious face: “I want to rely on my ability to participate in the competition.”

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

It’s rare to see such a silly girl…

Forget it, don’t need it…

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

“The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore, and then takes a few pictures, this is Rita Skeeter.” Then Bagman pointed to Rita: “She is working for the Daily Prophet. Write a small article about the Tournament…”

“Maybe not so 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 by Iger to be human…

A few years later, the opportunity to interview Hermione was presented to her again, and she felt that it was better for her to settle down for the time being.

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

It’s not okay not to accept fate. Unlike Dumbledore, Iger really dares to kill.

If you tease Dumbledore, Dumbledore will only laugh it off at most. If you tease Iger, the price may be his own life…

Although Rita’s emotional intelligence is extremely low, her IQ is not low at all…

Seeing that Rita walked into the small single room with several warriors in turn, Iger sat indifferently on the chair, folded his arms and did nothing.

After a few minutes, Hermione came out of the small single room.

“How was the interview?” Iger grinned.

“It’s okay.” Hermione lifted her chin, and it seemed that she felt pretty good.

After a while, Krum walked out of the small single room with a gloomy face, and 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 called out, “Dumbledore!”

Leaning to Dumbledore’s side happily, he removed the quill and notebook beside him in an instant, and Rita’s claw-like fingers hurriedly buttoned the crocodile leather handbag: “How are you? ‘s article, I wonder if you have read it?”

“It’s amazing.” Dumbledore’s eyes shone brightly: “I especially love the part where you described me as a rigid old lunatic…”

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

“I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a little out of date, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—”

“So I’m working hard to train a new generation of excellent wizards…” Saying that, Dumbledore glanced in the direction of Iger.

Iger glanced at Rita with a sullen face, and Rita suddenly laughed dryly twice, and left with Shi Shiran’s small crocodile leather satchel on his back.

“I’m very pleased, Iger.” Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: “It seems that you are becoming more and more intimidating…”

Iger: “…”

So I’m pretty famous…or not?

“Okay kids, the wand testing ceremony is about to start, come here.” Dumbledore beckoned and led a few people to a velvet-covered table where several referees were already seated- – Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Master Zou and Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic.

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

“Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander.” Dumbledore sat on the referee’s bench, while Iger found a soft chair and sat down.

“He’s about to check your wands — and your flying swords, to make sure your wands are in good shape for the game.”

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

Every time he sees Iger, Ollivander goes crazy like 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 plucking a few hairs elsewhere…

“Ah…Miss Delacour, come first, okay?” Ollivander heard Dumbledore’s words and turned to look at the warriors.

Fleur walked lightly to Ollivander’s side and handed him her wand.

“Um…” Ollivander fiddled with the wand handed by Fleur. The slender wand in his hand was like a baton in the hands of a performer. Between the thin fingers, the wand kept spinning, spewing out a lot of pink from time to time. and golden sparks, and then Ollivander took the wand in front of him again and looked at it carefully.

“Not bad.” The old man nodded. “Nine and a half inches…great elasticity…Made of maple wood with…oh hehehe, my God…”

“Contains a veela’s hair,” Fleur said. “My grandmother’s hair.”

“Haha, it’s really good, the hair of magical creatures is still relatives~www.mtlnovel.com~ It seems that it suits you very well.” Ollivander muttered to himself: “Of course, I have never used a charmer myself. Baby hair, I think it’s too sensitive and willful to use veela hair…but I’ve used hair that is the opposite of it…”

Saying that, Ollivander glanced at Iger’s long black hair, and then sighed leisurely, it seemed that he wanted to change his career as a hairdresser…

“Orchids are blooming!” Ollivander flicked his wand, and with a pop, a bouquet of delicate flowers burst out from the top of the wand.

“Very good, very good… in good condition.” Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur together with the wand.

Iger twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw Ollivander handing flowers. The old man is so old, still thinking of flirting with his sister?

“Miss Granger? It’s your turn.” Ollivander looked at Hermione with a smile.

Hermione nodded, stepped forward, and handed Ollivander her wand.

“Well… yes, this is my work…” Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand cheerfully.