Maca, who was transformed into Animagus, was not intended to overhear the conversation between Harry and Hermione. He was watching, Moody hiding behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful because Moody's prosthetic eye was not easy.

According to the information that Maca has learned, the demon eye, which claims to be able to see through all objects, is likely to come from the hand of the world-renowned master of alchemy, Nick LeMay.

Maca was not sure if Animagus could lie to the fake eyeball that looked strange.

刚才 Just now, Hermione was careful not to say anything about Sirius for caution. But because Harry couldn't turn his head around, he eventually exposed some information to Moody's ears spying.

But this is not important for Maca, because when Harry and Hermione mentioned him, they deliberately lowered their voices, and from the distance of Moody's, they must not be heard.

As long as you are not exposed, everything else is trivial.

开始 From the next day, Hogwarts' lectures continued normally.

Pudmstrang and Boothbatton students also went to various colleges to attend courses. But because it wasn't mandatory—at least Hogwarts couldn't control it, Maca simply gave up the class.

One afternoon, while Marka was writing something in Durmstrang's cabin, a Hogwarts student hurried to inform him that Mr. Bagman was asking the warriors to gather.

The meeting place was a small classroom. Most desks were pushed behind the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there are three desks next to each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk were five chairs. One of them, Ludo Bagman, was sitting there, talking to a witch in a fancy magenta robe.

玛 When Maca entered this small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour of Boothbatten had arrived first.

At this moment, Furong was smiling happily, and she shook her head from time to time, making a long silver hair flashing dazzling gloss.

A man with a big belly is holding a **** camera with a slight smoke in his hand, and is looking at Furong with the corner of his eye.

谈话 Bagman, who was talking, suddenly saw Maca, and he stood up and jumped forward vigorously.

"Oh, Mr. McLean is here! Come in, sir, come in quickly ..." Bagman said cheerfully, as if he were a warrior.

"Is there anything wrong with this assembly?" Marka glanced calmly at the witch behind Bagman.

"No big deal, it's a ritual to test the wand, and other referees will arrive soon-"

"Detect the Wand?"

A voice rang from behind Maca. It turned out to be Harry, and he and Hermione arrived.

"Yes, check the wand ... we must check if your wand is fully functional and intact! Because in the future competitions, the wand is your most important device." Bagman waved his hand and said with aura, "The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore ..."

He paused, then turned to point to the brightly-dressed witch and said, "Then take a few photos-this is Rita Skeeter, who is writing a story about hegemony article--"

"Maybe not a small article, Ludo."

Rita Skeeter's big curly hair was very delicate and exaggerated. Although she can see that she has high requirements for appearance, she has carefully matched her body and body. But it seems strange to others.

A pair of jewelled glasses was placed on the bridge of her nose, and her fingers were holding crocodile leather handbags. Her nails were two inches long and painted red.

Whether she was talking or not, her eyes were keen. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione and Maca, seemingly looking for the most suitable manuscript material.

Finally, she fixed her eyes on Maca's body.

"Can we talk to Mr. McLean before we start?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Maca. "The warriors at the Quidditch World Cup final scene, and So young ... you know ... in order to add some color to the article. "

"This ..." Bagman hesitated and looked at Maca, a little unsure.

Speaking of which, Bagman was probably the only one who didn't care about the World Cup farce.

Before joining the Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic, he was a very popular Quidditch batsman in the Wembourn Hornets in the 1980s. The reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimistic court image.

Nowadays, he is still the same in the Ministry of Magic, and he is often a bit out of step with other people in the Ministry.

However, Maca's strength is beyond doubt. Bagman isn't stupid-well, he's really a bit stupid, but even he can't treat Maca as an ordinary student.

In this case, he had to take Maca's opinion into consideration.

嗯 "Hmm ... I'm fine," Bagman spread his hands, "but-Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, her bright red claw-like fingers grabbing at Maca's arm, as if pulling him away.

Uncomfortably, Marka slapped the claw away.

"I haven't pursued the report of the last World Cup. If you want to come back again, I don't mind letting you understand what is called authority certification." Maca glanced at her expressionlessly, using only her Then he could clearly hear the voice, "... Or do you really want to go to the magic office?"

"You—" Rita Skeeter's expression froze immediately. She touched the back of her hand and was laughed dryly. "Oh, haha, I suddenly felt that a rigorous article And the traditional manuscripts can better highlight the historical accumulation of the hegemony! "

"Yes, I think that's right," Maca nodded casually. "Sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Under the invisible threat of Maca, Rita had to sit in a chair honestly. Although she still glanced at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least she didn't dare to mess around anymore.

While waiting for Dumbledore to come, Maca and Bagman chatted about Quidditch one after the other, and Harry made up a word from time to time. By Harry's side, Hermione looked at Maca every minute.

She has too much to say to Maca, but now is obviously not the time.

In fact, it wasn't long before Dumbledore arrived, and beside him he was accompanied by an old wizard of great spirits.

The four warriors sat down in chairs by the door, looking at the velvet table in front, where four of the five referees were sitting-Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Lu Do Bagman.

Rita Skit sat down in a corner and subconsciously pulled out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, and pinched the tip of her shorthand quill. But after doing this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the quill pen holder herself instead of letting the quill pen write automatically.

"Let me introduce Mr. Olivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee and said to several warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Twenty-three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was the old wizard with big light-colored eyes that gave Maca his first wand. At this moment he was standing quietly by the window, nodding casually at everyone.

"Miss Drakul, will you come first, will you?" Said Mr. Olivander, walking to the open space in the middle of the room.

Furong walked lightly to Mr. Olivander and handed him his wand.

嗯 "Hmm ..." Olivander squinted and looked closely.

As if he was playing with a baton, the wand was rotating between his long fingers, and the wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks.

Then, he put his wand close to his eyes again and looked up again for a moment.

"Yes," he said softly, "Nine inches and a half ... strong .... made of maple ... it contains ... oh, my God ..."

"It contains a baby's hair ~ lightnovelpub.net ~" said Furong, "It is my grandma's hair. "

这么 "So, Hibiscus really has a part of Meiwa's bloodlines!" Harry could not help thinking.

He had to keep this in his mind and go back and tell Ron ... but then he remembered that Ron had stopped talking to him now.

"Yes," said Mr. Oliver, "yes, of course, I have never used Mela's hair myself. I think the wand made of Mela's hair is too sensitive and wayward ... but everyone Have your own hobby, since it works for you ... "

先生 Mr. Olivander rubbed his wand with his finger, apparently checking for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered, "Orchids are in bloom!"

A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

很好 "Very good, good condition," said Mr. Olivander, gathering flowers and handing them to Furong with his wand.

"It's your turn, Miss Granger."

Furong walked back to her seat briskly. As she passed by with Hermione, their eyes crossed.

"Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" When Hermione passed the wand, Mr. Olivander was obviously more excited than he was just now. "Yes, I remember very well. There is a very complete dragon in it. The nerves are stable, strong, and powerful. Three-quarters and ten-inches of vines are made of wood with a dense texture ... it's in good shape ... you must be very careful with it, right? "

Mr. Olivander waved a bunch of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. McLean, it's your turn."