Aunt Petunia's cooking skills are getting better and better.

Hedwig's friends are increasing.

Harry and Fawkes said goodbye and returned to the Gryffindor common room. The little lions were in a big fuss. After Percy graduated, no one could control George and Fred anymore - although he couldn't control them when Percy was still around, but at least their brother's intimidation prevented them from going too far.

When Harry climbed in, a strong smell of alcohol shot out like an arrow.

There were many wine bottles and several wine boxes on the long table in the lounge.

There were drinks for the seventh graders, for George and Fred, and also those that Harry had told them they could take out.

The wine box was mostly empty.

Most of the little lions were drunk.

George and Fred grabbed Ron, making strange "wooooooo" sounds, and ran around the table and back.

The others were either dancing or lying dead.

There are not many people who are still sane.

"What's going on with them?" Harry walked over to Hermione, who was sitting in the corner, holding a book alone.

"Celebrating you," Hermione replied simply.

Harry sat down: "I just got back now."

"Some of them couldn't wait and celebrated first." Hermione said helplessly, "At first they knew to drink less, but then they couldn't control themselves and it turned out like this."

"Why are you back so late? Did you catch the person who voted for your name?"

Harry shook his head, "At least three. One of them is Ludo. He has already turned himself in."

"On the way back, I caught someone."

Hermione was stunned and frowned: "The guy who voted for your name?"

"It's Rita Skeeter," Harry said, surprising Hermione.

She closed the book. "That woman, wasn't she invited to Hogwarts?"

"Animagus," Harry explained. "She's an Animagus, and she's a ladybug."

"That night, when we were talking to Mr. Scrimgeour, she turned into a ladybug in the tent?" Hermione's face turned ugly. Fortunately, Rita was a woman. If she was a man, she would probably be terrified now.

Harry nodded, "Well, when we were in that little room, I felt her presence and threw out a bait, and she really took it."

"You dealt with her, that's why you came back so late?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Did you deal with her cleanly?"

Harry looked at her, his tone a little helpless: "Hermione, who do you take me for?"

"Nothing has been done about it?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Harry shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore was with me at the time, and her Animagus was very useful, so I made a deal with her."

"Help me find some information. I'll keep her situation a secret for now."

Hermione nodded, thoughtfully, "Like Ragnac?"

"At least not that fast." Harry didn't deny it.

There was still noise in the break room. Someone finally noticed that Harry had come back. They dragged their heavy bodies, crawled or walked to his side, holding empty cups and bottles. Before Harry could bring a bottle with wine, they fell headfirst and lost consciousness.

Harry drank a few drinks with the remaining people who still had some stomach energy. In the entire lounge, everyone except Hermione was empty.

He could only sigh, feed Ron a bottle of potion, and carry him to the dormitory.

Hermione called out the house-elves and asked them to look after the little wizards.

Wait until the next day.

The little lions of Gryffindor were still lying dead, but the smell of alcohol in the lounge had been cleared away. The wine bottles that had rolled all over the floor were collected and neatly arranged on the table, and those that had not been finished were neatly stuffed into wine boxes.

Harry stepped over the beds of the little wizards covered with soft mattresses and continued to go out for training.

A lot has changed in Hogwarts.

A lot of people gathered by the Black Lake, most of them were little witches in the fourth, fifth and sixth grades.

They looked at Harry and screamed.

"See, I said, Potter knows how to get up early and exercise." A little Hufflepuff witch excitedly held the model of the sword of Gryffindor in her hand, the "ruby" on the hilt was still flashing a faint golden-red light.

“He’s really got a lot of character.”

"Do you want to go over and ask for his autograph?"

"You go, you go!"

They chattered and were enthusiastic, but no one dared to come forward to ask for an autograph.

Harry's personality was rather cold, so they had little contact with him. However, what they had witnessed in the past few years made the little wizard seem unattainable in their hearts, like someone in the clouds.

Besides, they don't seem as crazy as they say.

There were even many little witches who were looking at Harry excitedly holding Krum's poster in their hands. It was the moment when he heroically dived and caught the Golden Snitch in the Quidditch World Cup. The unlucky seeker of the Irish team had half of his head cut off in the poster. If you didn't look carefully, it would be mistaken for Krum's celebratory fireworks.

Harry ignored them and trotted away quickly, which made the little witches feel lost. They stared at Harry's back from afar until they could no longer see him. Then they continued to wait by the Black Lake, waiting for Krum to emerge from the boat.

When Fred and George came to their senses, they quickly made new fireworks.

After launching, an image of Harry will bloom in the sky, wearing leather armor and carrying two swords.

They even wanted to put a statue of Harry in the hall, but this idea was too ridiculous and was rejected by Harry and Professor McGonagall.

Even in the common room, their idea never worked. It was often eliminated by Harry's Vanishing Charm as soon as it started.

These two brothers are very good, but sometimes their ideas are too wild and Harry can't cope with them.

The professors were more concerned about Harry's detention.

Professor McGonagall no longer had any complaints.

Flitwick and Harry began to discuss magical theory.

Professor Sprout even stopped the detentions of several students, leaving only Cedric and Neville, and used the rest of the time to prepare the detention content for Harry.

Snape said nothing, but both the detention and the class were adjusted towards detoxification, removal of curses, and healing.

After suffering a loss, Rita became more restrained - but only when it came to topics related to "Harry Potter". She made up all the gossip about Krum and Fleur, and as for Harry, she objectively flattered him and praised him highly.

Using her "independent thinking" brain, she praised Harry for possessing all the noble qualities of Gryffindor.

Until Friday.

Two consecutive Potions classes gave the young wizards a headache, and the content of the class was also extremely tricky. Snape was teaching them a general antidote that could neutralize most toxins that did not have magical powers.

Even to Snape, this was simple.

But the little wizards were still clumsy, which made him a little annoyed.

Just at this moment.

There was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.

Snape waved his wand and the door opened. A second-year wizard stood stiffly at the door.

"What is it?" Snape asked, frowning.

The young wizard looked at Snape, his face slightly pale, took two steps back, took a deep breath, and said tremblingly: "Professor Snape, I want to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"You should know that it's class time now." Snape slowed down his tone and his face became more gloomy.

"Mr. Bagman asked Potter to go." The little wizard was uneasy. "All the warriors have to go. It seems that they will take pictures and interviews..."

Snape waved his wand, "Then go ahead, Potter. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your absence, and you will have to serve another two hours of detention with me tonight after you have finished your last professor's detention."

The second year wizard looked at Harry with pity.

When Harry packed up his things and came out, he immediately apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, Potter, I didn't expect..."

Harry shook his head, said a few words of comfort to him, and followed him to a classroom on the first floor.

He knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

Fleur and Krum were already inside. They were sitting on chairs in the corner, whispering to each other. When they saw Harry come in, they greeted him.

The classroom was not big, with a long table in the middle. Rita sat in a corner, concentrating on writing her next report.

Another man with a big belly, holding a camera, greedily took pictures of Fleur, and only occasionally took a few pictures of Harry and Krum as a perfunctory measure.

Krum was a little too gloomy.

Although Harry has a good appearance, he is not easy to mess with, and Rita doesn't even dare to say bad things about him.

Furong is the only female warrior, and she has Veela ancestry, half human blood, and no background. Besides, beautiful girls are always more talked about than wizards.

Ludo, who was sitting in the center, was talking to Ollivander. The wand-making master, who had not been seen for several years, still looked the same as he did four years ago, as if time had left no trace on him.

Wait for Dumbledore and the other two headmasters to push the door open.

Ludo stood up and said with a smile: "Ms. Umbridge has to go back to the Ministry of Magic, so this wand test will be conducted by the four of us judges."

Rita looked a little uncomfortable, and it was obvious that Umbridge's return had something to do with her.

"We must ensure your condition. After all, for wizards, the wand is their second life. If there is a problem with the wand, your safety in the competition will be difficult to guarantee."

"The person responsible for checking the condition of the wands is Mr. Ollivander, the world-renowned wand-making master, who was specially invited by the Ministry of Magic."

He stretched out his hand.

The old wizard sitting next to him slowly stood up, his eyes swept over the three warriors, staying longest beside Harry. Seeing that he was wearing a wizard robe properly, with nothing else that was an eyesore on him, except for a hat hanging strangely around his waist, a look of relief emerged in his eyes.

"Now it's up to you, Mr. Ollivander." Ludo sat down and waved at him.

Ollivander came out and stood in front of Fleur: "How about we start with Miss Delacour?"

Fleur immediately pulled out her wand and handed it to him.

Ollivander carefully felt the wand from beginning to end. "Nine and a half inches, maple wood, oh... this core is a strand of veela hair?"

"My grandmother." Furong looked normal and answered readily.

"Affinity is always the greatest strength," Ollivander continued. "I personally don't like using materials from Veela, they are always too sensitive, but I think it will suit you very well."

As he spoke, he waved gently.

“Orchids are in bloom.”

A bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand. He plucked the bouquet and handed it back to Furong along with the wand: "It's in great condition. You've taken great care of it. The most beautiful flowers are given to the most beautiful warrior."

Furong blushed slightly and took the bouquet: "Thank you."

"Mr. Krum?" Ollivander walked up to the second man.

Krum pulled out his wand and handed it to him.

"Ahaha, a typical Quidditch player's wand." Ollivander took it. "Although you have taken great care to maintain it, players are bound to get bumped and bruised."

Krum nodded.

Ollivander turned it around: "I don't like Gregorovitch's craftsmanship very much. He always prefers an overly strong style and thinks that the more powerful the wand, the better for the wizard. I highly recommend that he learn from the goblins."

"Of course luckily it's his work, the wand's abilities haven't been affected by Quidditch."

"Ten and a quarter inches, hornbeam, and the heart of a dragon. A very powerful combination."

He waved his wand: "Flocks of birds."

With a bang, magic surged out and a crowded flock of birds took off and flew away through the open window.

Ollivander returned the wand and looked at Harry: "Then the last person, Mr. Potter."