Chapter 361 Wand And Prop Inspection, Visitors From Romania
Cedric's mind went blank. When the green light appeared, his soul seemed to be frozen and he stopped thinking.
Even the instinct to breathe has dissipated.
It wasn't until about half a minute later that he roared as if he was waking up from a dream, and looked at Wayne who had withdrawn his wand in shock.
"Are you crazy?"
Cedric's scalp was still numb and goosebumps were rising on his body.
Although Wayne just used the simplest fluorescent spell, his murderous intent could not be faked.
Murderous aura does exist, even for ordinary people, who have been cultivated by those who have experienced blood and fire.
For example, the three-stage spear-splitting military parade shocked the world and chilled countless people from the bottom of their hearts.
The number of wizards who died at Wayne's hands was in double digits. Although the murderous intent was not strong, it became extremely terrifying as the spiritual will and momentum increased.
"Are you afraid?" The young man took a step back and chuckled: "No, I said the wrong thing. You are not afraid, but you have no ability to resist at all [you can't even be afraid]"
"Is your head empty and you can only stare blankly?"
Cedric lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was ashamed of his embarrassing performance just now.
It took him a long time to find an excuse for himself:
"Wayne, no matter how serious and cruel the Holy Grail War is, the contestants are still students after all, and there are referees and principals watching. Are you too cautious?
Wayne didn't answer, but revealed a bunch of data.
"In 1789, the cockatrice rushed out of the game, causing three principals to be seriously injured, and the campuses of Beauxbatons and Hogwarts were changed.
"In 1734, Beauxbatons' warriors took control of the troll and smashed the Durmstrang warrior's head, scattering his brains all over the floor."
"In 1699, the warriors of Hogwart "710" were cast by the Imperius Curse and eventually lost one of their legs."
"In 1664, Armstrong's employees were burned to ashes by the fire dragon using dragon flames."
A series of true records were spoken by Wayne, and Cedric remained speechless.
Feeling that it was almost done, Wayne paused briefly and continued: "Wizards are a group of beings who possess powerful power. Especially when you are competing in a competition, it is not uncommon for you to cast any magic when you are in an emotional state." 1
"Do you dare to say that you don't have any black magic skills?"
Cedric lowered his head in shame.
Yes, even he has learned several kinds of black magic, even
How could he place his safety in the rules and other people?
"I know, Wayne." Cedric stood up, his eyes becoming firm, but this was not enough.
Wayne decided to scare him every time he went to class. The real Avada Kedavra couldn't be used, but some curses were fine.
Sooner or later I can train him out.
Days passed, and since the unpleasantness that happened that day, the atmosphere among the students has become more harmonious.
Young wizards from schools such as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang learned about the glorious deeds of Wayne from their new friends at Hogwarts.
Suddenly I felt that it was not strange that I was blocked that day.
Some people are still dissatisfied with his domineering attitude, but more people are heartbroken by him.
Put yourself in the shoes of a Hufflepuff student. Who wouldn't wish they had such a friend?
In this way, when Wayne walked in the castle, he would often encounter students from other schools saying hello, and the little wizards from the magic house would bow respectfully.
Many people even asked him for his autograph.
Wayne saw a girl looking for Klum's autograph with an excited face, and then found Cedric in the afternoon. Finally, the biggest blank space on the school bag was left to him.
Naturally, the well-educated young master Lawrence would not reject such an enthusiastic classmate. After signing his name with a smile, he watched the girl run away happily and asked Harry next to him:
"How many have you signed out?"
"None." Harry said awkwardly, "The only warriors in their eyes are Cedric and Krum."
"This is good, at least no one will point fingers at me anymore."
Harry's mentality was quite good. He had never lacked attention since he entered school. He felt that what he lacked more was actually the strength to deserve this attention.
If he could be as strong as Wayne, well, one tenth stronger, and as knowledgeable as Hermione.
Harry felt that he could bear no matter how great the praise was, instead of being as embarrassed as he was now.
"Good attitude." Wayne gave him a thumbs up, and the two of them continued walking towards the canteen.
In the divination class just now, Trelawney predicted a new way for Harry to die - being choked to death by a dung egg.
Harry was also used to it. If one day Trelawney said that he was going to have great luck, maybe he would be wary.
Now he is obviously more concerned about another thing -
"Wayne, have you noticed that Moody cares too much about me?" he whispered, making sure no one but Wayne could hear.
"In the recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he asked me to answer questions and practice so frequently that Hermione raised her hand and was completely ignored."
"Because you are a warrior." Wayne didn't look back and looked at the crowd in front, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, don't they also take good care of you, oh [and Snape["
Harry's face fell.
This is true.
Ever since he became a warrior, he has suddenly become the focus of the professors' attention. Even Hermione's homework cannot be used as a reference, and problems will definitely be discovered.
"But, I just think there's something wrong with Moody." Harry still believed in his intuition and the lessons he had learned through blood and tears.
"Instead of worrying about this, it's better to worry about the first project in a few days." Wayne stopped, "The competition is coming soon, are you ready?"
Harry froze.
Yes, he still has competitions.
During this period of time, he had been having trouble with Ronald and endured the strange looks from others. Finally, the situation got better, but he began to worry about Moody's purpose again. In the blink of an eye, he was going to participate in the competition in only one week?
Wayne looked at his dumbfounded look and shook his head: "Harry, what you have to do now is to live until the day Moody's conspiracy is exposed, instead of thinking about whether or not these things exist."
After saying that, he went to find Tomoyo and Sakura. The three of them made an appointment to have lunch together and let Sakura try on the Hogwarts uniform that Tomoyo had remodeled.
After receiving a nod from Wayne, Harry finally realized the seriousness of the matter. He was distracted throughout the afternoon, and was still absent-minded during Potions class in the afternoon.
In class, Snape prepared ten poisons and asked them to choose one at will to prepare an antidote.
"Potter." Looking at Harry's dazed look, Snape smiled maliciously: "Just you, drink the poison first, and then drink the antidote you made yourself. If it doesn't work,
I'll get you to Pomfrey in time. "
Harry's eyes met Snape's. He was sure that Snape wanted to poison him, but this was good, at least he didn't have to participate in the competition - before he died, he would definitely drag Snape with him.
Just as Harry was fantasizing, there was a knock on the classroom door.
Colin Creevey entered the classroom sideways, smiled at Harry, and walked up to Snape.
"What?" Snape asked impatiently.
"Excuse me, sir, I have to take Harry Potter upstairs.
Snape's smile disappeared: "Potter has to go to class, you go out first."
"Mr. Mr. Bagman asked him to go." Colin shrank his neck: "All warriors have to take pictures.
Snape angrily threw the poison in his hand into the trash can: "Get out! Both of you get out!"
Harry put on his schoolbag and walked out. When he closed the door, he clearly saw Malfoy raising his middle finger. Not to be outdone, Harry made an 'F' mouth shape, making Malfoy's face turn red with anger.
After dealing with Colin's entanglements along the way, Harry came to a classroom.
He was very familiar with this place. Wayne usually gave him and Malfoy extra lessons here. Other warriors also arrived, including him and the cute girl from the magic house.
There was a large open space in the middle of the classroom, and three tables were lined up. Behind them sat Bagman, a witch he had never seen before, and Ollivander, the owner of Ollivander's shop.
At this time, Ollivander was holding Vladimir's wand and mumbling something.
Buckman saw Harry and stood up quickly: "Ah, here you are, Harry. Today you have a very heavy task. Not only do you have to undergo wand testing, prop testing, and interviews with the Daily Prophet."
"Interview?" Harry was surprised: "No one has told me this."
"Haha, you are now a star paying attention to the country." Bachman laughed heartily, "Let me introduce, this is Ms. Rita Skeeter, the newspaper's top reporter.
Harry nodded, "Hello."
When he came in just now, this woman was chatting with Furong with a warm and flattering smile.
"Hello Harry Potter." Rita Skeeter's smile changed, making Harry very uncomfortable.
It's like hunting prey, with playfulness.
"Ludo, can I talk to him - our youngest warrior."
"Uh..." Before Harry could answer, Ludo Bagman readily agreed for him: "Harry will definitely cooperate with you and add a lot of interest to the newspaper."
"That's great." Rita Skeeter said. She first said sorry to Fleur, then stood up, grabbed Harry, and started to walk out.
Just when Harry was at a loss, the door was pushed open again.
Wayne and Sakura walked in.
Rita Skeeter hurriedly let go of him, and Bagman became as nervous as her. The two of them rushed forward, leaning forward slightly:
"Mr. Lawrence……………………...'
"Yeah." Wayne responded casually, smiled at Fleur and Cassandra, and then asked, "Are we not late?"
"No, no," Bagman said flatteringly, "The wand inspection is just halfway through, and the prop inspection has not started yet."
"Okay, Sakura, go get in line.
Sakura stood behind Harry and shyly took out her pink wand.
Wayne sat next to Fleur, waiting for Ollivander to finish checking the wand before he started working again. Rita Skeeter came over again:
"Sir, I would like to interview Harry Potter. You see..."
"Whatever he told me to do, he would go if he agreed.
Rita Skeeter smiled: "Then I won't disturb you and Miss Delacour."
After saying that, she grabbed Harry who didn't have time to say a word and walked out the door.
"What did you just do?" Fleur asked.
"Fishing right next to the Black Lake." Wayne shook his head regretfully, "I almost caught a giant squid."
"Bragging." Cassandra snorted.
Wayne looked at her seriously: "You may not believe in my character, but you cannot disbelieve in my skills."
Cassandra
Smiling softly: "I've seen that giant squid before. It's bigger than Durmstrang and the Magic Institute's boat. How could it possibly be caught?"
"That's because you haven't met the real God of Fishing. I'll show you next time."
Cassandra blinked: "It's a deal, you have to call me next time you go fishing."
"no problem."
Fleur glared at Cassandra, whose lips were raised. This woman was just looking for an excuse to get close to Wayne.
While the three of them were biting their ears, Harry walked back in confusion and was the last one to complete the wand test.
He always felt that there was something wrong with Rita Skeeter's interview just now.
After completing his work, Ollivander exchanged business blows with Wayne before leaving the classroom, and Wayne sat in his seat.
"One by one, I said that if the props that are not allowed to be used in the competition are used, all points for the current round will be deducted directly.
Wayne took out his wand, Fleur was the first to step forward, and the blue light fell on her body.
Then, necklaces, bracelets, brooches, rings, hairpins, and earrings all flew into the air.
The eyelids of several warriors twitched.
Do you carry so many magic items with you?
Even if the specific effect is not clear, the number is enough to scare people.
Furong said angrily: "You gave these things to me. Do you need to check them? My hair is all messed up."
Wayne coughed twice in embarrassment: "Isn't this unnecessary? During the competition, put all these away in advance. If it is accidentally triggered, points will be deducted.
"I understand." Fleur nodded, put the things back and moved out of the way.
Then came Krum, who took the initiative to take out a pocket watch. Wayne recognized it at a glance as a prop sold in his shop, with several ferroelectric spells sealed inside.
However, he still checked to make sure there was nothing left before letting Krum leave.
Next to 5.0 is Cassandra, who is also a little rich woman with a lot of props, and then Harry, Sirius bought him several props, both defensive and offensive.
Then, there are two paupers, Vladimir and Cedric... They are really innocent and have nothing.
Even the buso of Wagadu and the ivory necklace that people wear around their necks are cursed props and are not allowed to be worn during competitions.
Finally, when we arrived at Sakura, Sakura asked worriedly: "Wayne, can I use the Sakura cards I made myself?"
"This is definitely no problem, the Sakura card is part of your own strength and will not be regarded as a foul.
Buso raised his hand weakly: "Lawrence, then my ivory is also part of my strength."
"Okay, then you can make a set yourself now and I won't care."
Buso was speechless. His ivory necklace was inherited from his family. It was just this set and it couldn't be that easy to make.
After all the inspection work was completed, Crouch took the warriors to the classroom next door to take pictures.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Fleur walked out and happily held Wayne's hand:
"Want to have a drink together tonight?"
"Wine is fine, but drinking alone is too boring. How about going to a movie?"
"It's all up to you."
late at night.
Everything is quiet and there are few stars.
In the dark night sky, several huge shadows suddenly appeared and quickly approached, landing at the bottom of the Forbidden Forest.
"Is it here? Charlie." someone asked gruffly.
"Yes, no one is more familiar with Hogwarts than me. This is the area that the Ministry of Magic requires."
"Guys, we have to move faster. We must not let the students see these big guys."