Harry held out his wand.

Ollivander took it. The wand was clean without any fingerprints. He smiled with satisfaction: "Harry, it seems like it was just yesterday that you bought this wand from me."

"It's been over three years, and over twelve hundred days," Harry reminded him kindly.

Ollivander curled his lips and said, "I know you are the owner of the cedar wand. There is no need to remind me."

He paused, making sure Harry wasn't going to say anything else, before continuing: "It's hard to imagine you being a Quidditch player without any traces of collision."

"I usually tuck it into my hat when I play Quidditch," Harry answered him.

The Sorting Hat said: "Just put it into my body."

Furong was startled: "It can talk?"

"Of course, little Veela girl, don't you know that there is a talking hat in Hogwarts?" The Sorting Hat muttered, "I am the Gryffindor hat, I am very famous."

Fleur looked at it and held her breath. "I thought a Gryffindor hat would be more..."

She couldn't find a word that didn't belittle the Sorting Hat, but also portrayed the image of the Sorting Hat in her own image.

"It does look like a dirty, old hat," Harry said aloud.

The Sorting Hat yelled, "Harry!"

"But its appearance doesn't affect the fact that it is the best hat in the world," Harry continued.

The Sorting Hat snorted proudly, "Yes, I am the best hat."

Furong hesitated to speak.

She didn't know what to complain about. Should she first say that this hat was too easy to be fooled, or should she first ask if this hat is still a hat?

Ollivander coughed lightly and said, "Potter, you have taken good care of your wand. I have actually been worried about it, after all, you have made that kind of request to me, but fortunately you have lived up to your wand, and it is getting along well with you."

"Eleven inches, cedar, phoenix feathers, suitable for the most discerning wizard."

He waved his wand gently: "Clear water like a spring."

The wand reluctantly cooperated with him and spat out a stream of water.

"It doesn't welcome me very much." Ollivander sighed, "I am its father."

The aura of resistance on the wand became more intense.

Ollivander quickly returned the wand: "It's an excellent wand. Keep treating it well."

He turned around and was about to return to his seat.

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander," Harry called to him.

Ollivander looked back in confusion.

"My situation is a bit special, and there are two more things I want you to check." Harry said calmly.

Ollivander's heart skipped a beat. "You went to buy a wand from another wand maker without telling me?"

Harry shook his head and pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat: "No, in addition to my wand, I also have a melee weapon. Can you help check it?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression and tone became complicated. "Aha, I remember clearly that when we first met, you asked me where I could forge a sword, and you actually got one."

"Gryffindor's weapon, it's excellent..."

He was interrupted by Harry's action before he could finish his words.

He then pulled out the snake bone sword from the Sorting Hat: "Actually there are two of them. Please check them."

Ollivander held the sword of Gryffindor, then looked at the snake-bone sword, and finally his gaze fell on the wand still held in Harry's hand. It happily wrapped its breath around its master's wrist and gnashed its teeth.

How could you do this!

Your master not only gets another weapon, but two.

Wake up!

You are a wand made of cedar wood and a phoenix feather core!

"I don't know much about such stupid, crude weapons!" He gritted his teeth and uttered a few words. "Mr. Bagman, you should have asked a goblin to come. I'm only a staff maker, not a blacksmith!"

Bagman poked his head out. "Mr. Ollivander, I've heard that when you were young..."

Ollivander interrupted him: "That's just a rumor. Ollivander has always focused only on wands."

"Then should I call the goblin to check again?" Bagman sighed with some regret, took out his wand, and prepared to chant the Patronus Charm.

Karkaroff coughed twice. "No wizard would use such a weapon. I don't think it's necessary to check it."

"Perhaps I should bring the Gryffindor portrait?" Harry deadpanned.

Karkaroff shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Harry, do you think there is something wrong with your weapon?" Dumbledore looked at him gently.

Harry shook his head. "I know exactly what they are like."

Dumbledore looked at Ludo, "Then there's no need to bother calling the goblins over. I remember your sword was made by Ragnac?"

Harry nodded.

"That goblin?" Ludo was a little surprised. "The Ministry of Magic caught him last time and made him work for the Ministry. Harry, you can actually convince him."

He thought of something, and said in a strange tone: "Could it be the Sword of Gryffindor..."

"I don't know when I became an idiot in your mind," Harry interrupted.

Ludo paused, nodded, and said with some worry: "Really? I can call Ragnak to check again..."

He still couldn't finish his words.

Maxim interrupted, in a dissatisfied tone: "Mr. Bagman, you are too partial to Mr. Potter. Don't forget your position. You are the referee now. You must be fair."

"Okay." Ludo sighed regretfully.

Ollivander handed the Sword of Gryffindor back and stabbed it into the Sorting Hat: "Mr. Potter, how do we put it back in?"

"That's not it!" the Sorting Hat yelled anxiously, "Hey, that's too rough, aim more, never mind, let Harry do it."

Harry took over and put both swords back in, and Ollivander felt much better.

That's right, a wizard should look like a wizard, just holding a wand, what's the point of holding a sword.

It didn't take long to check the wand.

On the contrary, the following photo shoot took a long time. Karkaroff kept wanting to put Krum in the center, while Maxim and the pot-bellied cameraman thought that Fleur should stand in the center.

Ludo and Rita agreed that Harry should be placed at the center.

After a long period of verbal battle, they were finally convinced by Dumbledore. Ludo stood in the center, with the three warriors standing beside him, and then the three headmasters. Ms. Maxime was the largest, and she occupied the center of the back row, with Karkaroff and Dumbledore on her left and right.

Waste of an entire afternoon.

Harry also missed a Potions class, which made him in a bad mood. When he was in a bad mood, Rita felt scared, and the Daily Prophet was about to face a bloody storm.

Harry returned to the Great Hall just as the dinner was about to begin.

His plate was already filled with some of his favorite foods, but they had almost all been eaten by Ron, Neville and the others.

"What took so long?" Hermione looked at the few people who were also late in the teacher's seat, including Rita, the woman who looked very annoying.

"Something that wastes time." Harry tore off a piece of meat from the lamb chop. "Interviews, photo shoots, and so on."

He paused and said, "And I think the Ministry of Magic's role may end here."

Hermione was confused: "They still work?"

She had seen through the true nature of the Ministry of Magic - at the Quidditch World Cup, they had to wait until Harry had dealt with all the Death Eaters before this group showed up. Even Scotland Yard wouldn't be so slow. They would at least invite Holmes afterwards.

Moreover, Ludo did not receive any punishment and continued to be in charge of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Maybe." Harry looked at the delighted Ludo.

Wait until the dinner is halfway through.

Hagrid sneaked in, crouching down - even so, he was half a body taller than the little wizards.

He walked over to Harry and said, "Harry, congratulations. How does it feel to be a warrior?"

"It's a bit annoying." Harry expressed his feelings frankly. "Now I get surrounded wherever I go. Professor Sprout is too easy to talk to. There were even more than 30 people gathered in the greenhouse during the Herbology class last time."

"That's the reputation of a warrior." Hagrid patted his shoulder gently and lowered his voice. "Come to my cabin at twelve o'clock tomorrow night. Wear your invisibility cloak. I have a surprise for you."

Harry looked at him.

The huge, bearded face was filled with an excited smile: "Is it related to the first project?"

"Harry?" Hagrid was stunned and asked in surprise.

"That's true." Harry nodded thoughtfully, "But isn't it forbidden for professors to help in the Triwizard Tournament? Professor Hagrid."

The call of "Professor Hagrid" made him smile brightly. "That's just what I said on the surface, but just like the school rules of Hogwarts, professors from every school will spare no effort to help the warriors."

"Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, remember the invisibility cloak, don't let others..."

"Let me think about it." Harry thought of Charlie and his farewell to them at the train station. "The first project is a dragon?"

Hagrid was shocked: "How did you know?"

"Charlie sent me a birthday present during the summer vacation. It was a lifelike dragon model and a book on how to deal with dragons." Harry said expressionlessly, "He knew that I liked the material of a dragon more than the model, and the material was cheaper too."

"I was a little confused at the time, but now I understand."

Hagrid nodded numbly. "Harry, you are still so sharp. This is a pleasant surprise."

"I am indeed very surprised." Harry's expression did not change. "As expected of the Triwizard Tournament, the first task is to slay a dragon."

Hagrid was startled and spoke hesitantly, "Although you should have the strength to slay a dragon, the remaining two warriors do not have it. I think the first task may not be so rough."

Harry shook his head.

Hagrid was confused.

Hermione explained for him: "Harry means that no matter what the first task is, for him it will be slaying a dragon."

As she spoke, she reached out and poked the armor under her robe: "Dragon skin seems to be better than basilisk skin?"

Hagrid looked at them both in horror.

What's going on?

He hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Okay, then you want to come tomorrow night? After all, it's a dragon."

"Of course." Harry agreed readily.

Ron leaned his head forward and muttered, "What are you talking about?"

They discussed in a very low voice, which was very difficult for Hagrid, as his face turned red from holding it in.

"We're going to see something nice tomorrow night. Do you want to join us?" Harry invited him.

Ron nodded, still stuffing pudding into his mouth.

Hagrid stood up, walked towards the teachers' seats with a rosy face, and started talking to Maxim with a smug look on his face.

Hermione looked at him, expressionless: "Too bad, Hagrid might be in love."

"It's not easy for Hagrid either." Harry looked at Maxim, "They might be the same kind of people. It's rare to see such a perfect match in body shape."

Ron tried hard to swallow what he had in his mouth: "What are you going to see?"

"You'll know tomorrow night." Harry took a lamb chop from his plate and put it on his plate.

Ron immediately became delighted and stopped asking questions.

Sunday night.

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak after a long absence, covered the three of them, slipped out of the castle, went to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door.

Hagrid opened the door, looked out into the empty room, and lowered his voice: "Harry?"

"It's me," Harry answered him calmly.

Hermione and Ron stared at Hagrid with wide eyes in disbelief. Even though there was nothing else to see, they felt that their trip tonight was not in vain.