Harry Potter's Bastard

When Harry and Solim arrived, everyone was looking at them with a look that Harry couldn't understand: sympathy, dissatisfaction, and a look of understanding from someone Harry knew well.

Sympathy and resentment Harry can understand, he is so late that he may be scolded later, and those who have been delayed by himself and Solim can certainly express their dissatisfaction. But what about those eyes of understanding?

Solim knew that Creevey would tell them what Snape had said when he came back, and those who knew Snape well would not suspect that Snape would do such a thing—they all knew very well what Snape was. In their opinion, Snape would not let go.

"Harry, Mr. Selwyn, come over here. Bagman beckoned, "You two haven't checked the wand yet." "

Before they came, Ollivander had already checked the wands of the various warriors. They hadn't waited long, and they were still checking their wands ten minutes before Solim and Harry arrived.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who had just been talking to a witch with curly blond hair.

The Warriors in the room were mixed, and Beauxbatons' Fleur was chatting happily with Cedric, and it was evident that they were both happy. Not far from Furong, a middle-aged uncle with a big belly was holding a camera and glancing at Furong from time to time.

The rest of the warriors Solim didn't even look at it, because even with his eyes closed, he knew how those people were reacting. Richie and Lymston must have been in the corner again, Krum must have been clubbed alone, and as for the rest, Solim didn't even bother to remember their names.

"I didn't see Headmaster Dumbledore or Mr. Ollivander, where are they?"

"They're up there," Bagman said, gesturing to a staircase behind him, "both are there." "

"Check the wand?" Harry looked at Bagman, who he thought was just a picture.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in future competitions. Bagman said, "You two hurry up." "

Solim didn't talk nonsense and walked straight up the stairs, Harry following closely behind.

Upstairs is an open space that looks about the top of the Astronomy Tower, overlooking all of Hogwarts from all sides. Dumbledore and Ollivander were looking at Solim and Harry, who had just come up.

Walking straight up to Ollivanders, Solim pulled out the dragon staff he had bought from him.

"Very good maintenance. Ollivander took it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, "And I still remember this wand, and I can see that you usually cherish him, so- a flock of birds." "

A bunch of birds burst out of Solim's wand.

'He's in pretty good shape and he's going to be a good helper. Ollivander looked up and looked at Solim with his gray eyes, "Good luck, Mr. Selwyn. "

Sending Solim away, Ollivander looked at Harry with an expectant look.

Harry also took out his wand and handed it to Ollivanders.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, with a pair of gray-white eyes glowing with excitement, "yes, yes, yes." I remember it clearly. "

Ollivander looked very excited when he got Harry's wand, unlike the carelessness he had when he checked Solim's wand.

Ollivander took much longer to inspect Harry's wand than Solim's wand, and finally, he sent a puff of wine to his wand and handed it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good condition.

The last two warriors' wands were checked, and Dumbledore led Solim and Harry back downstairs.

"Ah, it's finally time to start, isn't it?" Harry saw the gaudyly dressed witch stand up beside Bagman. The fat man with the camera was still staring at Fleur, and he didn't even notice that Dumbledore was down.

"Come on, Warriors and referees!" Bagman looked excited, "this is going to make headlines in the Daily Prophet, right? "

"Of course, Ludo. Rita Skeeter looked at Harry with sparkling eyes, "I think I'll need to do a full interview with the Warriors later." "

When Rita Skeeter utters the word "interview", some of the warriors don't look so good. Beauxbatons' three warriors looked at her in disgust, as if they had been offended by something. Cedric frowned as well.

Solim felt like he was running out of patience, and he adjusted no less than ten times just because of his position. This was mainly because Madame Maxim was too tall and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away to take her in, so she had to sit down and everyone else was standing around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee to make it curl, and there was a disagreement between the photographer and Skeeter about who should stand in the middle: Skeeter wanted Harry to stand in the middle, while the photographer pulled Krum and Fleur in the middle.

Before Solim's patience was exhausted, the group photo was finally done. However, Solim was awkward, partly because of the large number of people, and partly because he wasn't sure if he was blinking when he took the picture, but Solim soon didn't bother with the problem - because in the wizarding world, pictures are moving.

"Come on, solo photo of the Warriors!" beckoned the photographer, but this time Solim wasn't going to cooperate.

"Forget about solo photos, they've all taken photos together anyway. Solim was ready to say hello to Dumbledore before leaving the place.

Just as Solim was taking a step, he saw Skeeter grab Harry like a lioness.

"Come on Harry, the two of us should find a place where no one is around. "

Solim's face twitched, if it weren't for Solim knowing what the old woman was going to do, he would definitely want to crook.

"Harry, if I were you, I wouldn't talk to her. And I advise you to stay away from her. Solim felt that he had done what he had said, and if Harry didn't know how to refuse, he wouldn't be to blame for embarrassing him.