When Hagrid's Fantastic Beasts get out of class was about to end, Tiera returned to Hagrid's hut and made a random reason to say that she had released the two fried tail snails——

"If you love him, let them be free." Tiera said with a pretense of affection, "I believe they prefer the wide forbidden forest to the small stone house, so I released them into the wild."

When Tiera finished speaking his reasons, he could clearly see that Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think so too!" said Hagrid. "They're obviously more suitable for the wild!"

They resumed classes for the next few days, and Harry's life was obviously not so pleasant--

After the Hogwarts classmates had passed the initial excitement period, they gradually came to their senses. Under the slander of the students of Slytherin Academy, the little wizards other than Gryffindor began to slander. Breeds an emotion called jealousy——

It was all sucked away by Tiera's "Eye of the Dementor".

So for this alone, Tiera still has to thank the Slytherin students, especially Draco Malfoy.

Perhaps it was because of Lucius Malfoy's entrustment that Draco Malfoy did not dare to confront him openly, but it happened that he was in a period of rebelliousness, and he couldn't take this breath, so he secretly spread it behind his back. Rumors, slandering him and Harry—

Then there are a bunch of "jealous" worms in Tiera's "heaven" dimension. It was Tiera who used the "creation" authority of "Crazy Walker" to materialize the emotional power of jealousy into worms.

Generally speaking, as long as the wizards of a certain age, everyone knows that the power of emotions is a good thing, and can be combined with magic to form black magic, and many people have tried to extract the power of emotions alone——

But in the end, they all failed. Only through curses or special magic rituals, the soul with emotional power can be aggregated with a magic item to form a black magic item.

This is also why black magic is so notorious.

In addition to the students, the professors at Hogwarts—

In particular, Professor Snape did not give Harry any special treatment because he became a warrior. On the contrary, Professor Snape became even more aggressive——

Snape's Potions class had begun to give Harry the shivers, and under Professor Snape's deadpan taunting, it had turned into a painful ordeal.

Locked in the basement for a full hour and a half, with Snape and the Slytherins, they seemed determined to make Harry suffer as much as he could for having the guts to be a school warrior.

It was probably the worst experience Harry could imagine, already struggling to endure a Friday Potions class.

But soon, things finally ushered in a slightly different turning point——

"Harry! Tierra!"

As Harry endured the ravages of Potions class, a little boy—

Colin Creevey ran in screaming.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently.

"Sorry, sir, I'm taking Harry Potter and Tierra upstairs."

Snape's eyes fell from his hooked nose to Colin, and the smile disappeared from Colin's eager face.

"Potter has an hour-long Potions class," Snape said coldly. "He'll go upstairs after class."

Colin blushed.

"But, sir, sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said uneasily. "All the warriors are going, I think they are going to..."

"Fine, fine!" snapped Snape. "Potter, leave your stuff here, I want you to come back later and try your antidote."

"As for Tierra!" said Snape, turning his head. "Go with your stuff."

"I'm sorry, sir—they have to take his stuff," Colin said nervously, "all the warriors—"

"Very good!" said Snape. "Potter -- take your bag and disappear!"

Harry stuffed everything into his bag as if he had been forgiven, and after waiting for Tiera for a while, he ran out of the Potions classroom behind Colin.

"That's it! Come in quickly!" Colin took them to the door of a classroom on the second floor and said.

"Good luck!" Colin said and ran away blushing.

Harry lifts up

This is a smaller classroom, and most desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large 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 desks were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was conversing with a witch Harry had never seen, dressed in a magenta robe .

Viktor Krum, with his usual gloomy face, stood in a corner, not speaking to anyone.

Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here they come! Two Hogwarts warriors! Come in, come in... nothing to worry about, just the wand-testing ceremony, the other judges will be here soon—"

"Testing wands?" Harry asked uneasily.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because wands are your most important piece of equipment in future events," Bagman said. "The experts are upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then some pictures. This is Rita Skeeter."

Bagman pointed to the witch in the magenta robe, "She's writing a little article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe not a trifle, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter.

Her hair was made into delicate, stiff, grotesque curls, and it looked terribly awkward to match her big-jawed face, with bejeweled glasses and fat fingers clutching the crocodile Leather handbag, nails two inches long, painted red, and a pair of small mouse-like eyes staring at Harry—

It was as if the flies saw the stinky shit~lightnovelpub.net~ Because of this, Rita Skita didn't even notice that the little wizard standing beside Harry was staring at her with the same eyes.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we start?" Rita Skita asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "youngest warrior, you know... for the sake of... Add some color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman exclaimed. "Just—I wonder if Harry objected?"

"Um--" Harry was about to agree, but suddenly felt his arm being tugged--

"No, Harry won't." Tiera said, tugging at Harry's arm lightly, "I'm so sorry Ms. Rita Skita, to be precise, Harry and I have both booked an exclusive interview, so I'm afraid we I cannot accept your interview."

"Exclusive interview?" Rita Skita frowned and asked aggressively, "Whose exclusive interview?"

"Hey..." Tiera smiled mysteriously, but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned her head and gave Harry a "trust me" look.