"Miss Delacour, you go first, okay?"

As an expert on wands, he could tell at a glance that Fleur's wand was the most special among all the wands present, so he was naturally very curious.

"Okay." Fleur walked over lightly and handed him the wand in her hand.

"Yes," Ollivander held the wand close to his eyes, examining it carefully. "Nine and a half inches... maple wood... the core is... oh, Veela hair."

"It's my grandmother's hair," said Furong.

"I see," said Ollivander. "Although I think a wand made of Veela hair would be too sensitive and capricious, if that's what you think is appropriate..."

He waved his wand.

“Orchids are in bloom!”

A bouquet of flowers bloomed at the tip of the staff.

"Very good, very good, in good shape." Ollivander returned the flowers and wand to Fleur.

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

Krum stood up and shoved his wand lazily.

But this time Ollivander was not as enthusiastic as before.

"Hmm...Gregorovitch's product," he said. "Horsewood...dragon heart...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

With a loud bang, several birds flew out.

"Very good." He handed the wand back to Krum. "Then, there is only one left..."

Kyle then walked over.

"Oh, that's my product, isn't it?" Ollivander said excitedly.

If the first two times were out of interest and work needs, then now he was really happy.

It is also an honor for him that his work participated in the Triwizard Tournament.

It would be a shame to have only Gregorovitch's wand and not his.

"Yes, I remember it very clearly..." Ollivander seemed to be lost in some memory, "I found a particularly tall cedar tree in the center of the Black Forest. In order to take a branch from it, I discussed it with the group of Bowtruckles for several days... and the phoenix tail feather..."

Ollivander described the origin of the wand in vivid detail, as if he was telling a story, taking longer than the previous two times combined.

Five minutes later...

"Lumos."

A soft white light emanated from the wand, and Ollivander returned the wand to Kyle.

"Thank you all!" Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table. "You can go back to class now... or go downstairs to eat, which would be more convenient. Your get out of class will be over soon anyway."

Afterwards, they took a group photo of the Warriors and a few individual photos before finally leaving the room.

The judges went upstairs to the principal's office together, while Kyle and Fleur prepared to go downstairs to the auditorium for lunch.

However, just as Kyle reached the stairs, a claw-like hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Ms. Skeeter, what do you mean by this?" Kyle frowned.

"Just a few quick questions, dear...for the Daily Prophet." Rita Skeeter said with a distinct smirk on her face.

"I think I've just made it clear that I won't accept your visit," Kyle said.

However, Rita Skeeter still didn't let go, and she even seemed more excited.

Her alligator-skin handbag was open, and inside, a fancy quill was writing rapidly on a scroll of parchment.

"The young and handsome warrior finally found his true love at Hogwarts. He was completely attracted by Fleur Delacour's stunning beauty and wanted to stick to her side almost every moment..."

“Never mind the pen, Kyle,” Rita Skeeter said. “Can you tell me why you want to sign up?”

"Let's go, Kyle, and ignore her," Fleur said.

"No, I changed my mind." Kyle smiled. "I decided to accept the interview with Ms. Skeeter."

The shorthand quill in the handbag began to beat again.

"He is keen on improving his own fame, and the Merlin Knights cannot satisfy him. In order to make himself more famous, he even gave up his date with Miss Furong..."

Kyle took a deep breath. Fortunately, because of the angle, Fleur couldn't see the words on the parchment from her position.

Afterwards, Kyle said a few words to Furong and walked into an empty classroom next door.

"I think so." Kyle found a random seat and sat down. "But I am more thankful. I feel very lucky."

"Oh?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously, "Is it because I was chosen?"

"No, it's because you're here." Kyle looked her up and down, "You gave me the best excuse."

"Excuse? What do you mean?" Rita Skeeter felt a little out of place in Kyle's thoughts. This situation rarely happened in her career.

"Of course it's an excuse for failure." Kyle stretched and smiled, "I've read your article... To be honest, calling it garbage is a compliment."

"you……"

"Don't worry, Miss Skeeter, just listen to me."

Kyle waved his hand, ignoring the rapidly beating shorthand quill, and continued, "But this is not without its benefits... Because if my grades are too bad, I can tell everyone that it was because of reading your article that I was distracted and lost the competition.

This way no one will scold me. Tell me if I am lucky."

Kyle started laughing as he spoke.

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Rita Skeeter also laughed, "You won't, you are from Merlin..."

"No, I will." Kyle said, "Like you said just now, I'm only fifteen years old, the youngest in the Warriors, it's too difficult to win.

But I don’t want to bear the blame that comes with failure. This is the only way to preserve my reputation, right? "

The smile on Rita Skeeter's face faded.

"They won't believe it."

"No, you're wrong, they will believe it." Kyle shook his finger, "It's still an age issue... I'm three years younger than Fleur and Krum, so I'm naturally at a disadvantage. Even if I fail, no one can say anything.

But after several centuries, the Triwizard Tournament was restarted for the first time, and Hogwarts was defeated miserably on its own turf. We can't keep this anger to ourselves."

Rita Skeeter clutched her handbag tightly, and her shorthand quill finally came to a stop.

"So I prepared someone for them to vent their anger on... Oh, it's you, Miss Skeeter."

Kyle didn't even look at her and continued, "No one will care about the specific reasons for my failure or whether it is related to your article. They just need a punching bag.

And you are exactly the most suitable person."

Kyle stood up and bowed slightly, "Thank you again!"

Rita Skeeter's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was dripping out of it.

As someone who is famous for playing with right and wrong, she knows better than anyone... No one cares about the truth, they only care about what interests them.

The initiator of the failure of the Triwizard Tournament, this hat is too big... If Kyle really did what she just said, she would most likely be finished.

Rita Skeeter gasped violently.

When she came here, she got to know Kyle. He was a Hufflepuff with a very good reputation and was a standard model student in the eyes of the professor.

And her definition of Kyle is also a Dumbledore-like student.

As a result…looking at Kyle’s smiling face, Rita Skeeter felt that she was extremely wrong.

"Are you really a Hufflepuff?" she asked dryly.

"It's genuine." Kyle stood up and opened the classroom door.

"Oh, by the way." He turned around and said, "I will compensate you after the Triwizard Tournament is over. How about 100 Galleons?"

"Aren't you afraid that I won't publish this article?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"I don't think you will," Kyle said. "You are famous for not fearing power. How could you give up publishing an article just because of a few words from me? This is not the rebellious Miss Skeeter in my mind."

After that, Kyle left without looking back.

Rita Skeeter stood there, her face changing constantly.

She was somewhat relieved.

Although he made a mistake in defining Kyle, fortunately, he also made the same mistake.

Rita Skeeter picked up the parchment covered with words and tore it to pieces, with a sarcastic sneer on her face.

"We'll see... You really shouldn't have told me this."

(End of this chapter)