The Daily Prophet Reporter

After delivering a box of Fantastic Beasts feathers to the Divine Thunder Hall, Aaron left immediately, leaving time and space to the Thought Form.

On the one hand, he doesn't have enough Magic Points yet, and he needs to Sign-in for a few more days before he can buy that special mineral in the shop. Before that, he can't make special bullets.

On the other hand, there are still more than half a month before the start of the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. The Thought Form needs a quiet space to improve itself, and he also needs to learn some spells or practice drawing ultimate Magic Array.

In other words, before the start of the competition, apart from receiving the Ghost Crystal that he had not yet obtained, Aaron and the Thought Form should not meet again.

Over the next few days, Aaron continued his studies and life as usual, but the change in his identity still caused him some distress.

The Champion of the Triwizard Tournament seemed to be surrounded by a huge halo, becoming the focus of attention wherever he went.

He doesn't care about the gossip, but it's really awkward when younger students or even older students come up to him for autographs.

Even more deadly was that a little over a week later in Potions Class, all the Slytherin were wearing the same badge, with Aaron's image added to the Slytherin House emblem.

"Who told you to do this?" Aaron asked Draco and the other two, who were scattering badges, with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"No need for words of gratitude." Draco patted Aaron on the shoulder smugly. "This was an initiative spontaneously organized by all the Slytherin; it's how they show their support for you."

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shamelessly stole our ideas, and now Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter supporters are wearing similar badges.

However, there was some good news. Niall went to great lengths, even agreeing to give Ravenclaw a 50-point head start in next year's Quidditch Cup, to reach an agreement with the Ravenclaw and secure the support of most of the Ravenclaw.

Right now, you have the most support in all of Hogwarts.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched violently, and he felt as if his whole body had split open.

Damn! He hasn't been this high-profile in over a decade.

After the school bell rang, Professor Snape entered the classroom.

He glanced at the students in the classroom and noticed that all the Slytherin were wearing green badges, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

That's right, Slytherin are still united!

He then turned his attention to Gryffindor and noticed that Hermione, Ron, and a very few others were wearing SPEW badges, which puzzled him somewhat, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the fact that most people were wearing red badges supporting Harry Potter made his expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

His least favorite student was Harry Potter, and if anyone dared to openly support Harry Potter in his class, it would be a direct challenge to his authority as a teacher.

Just as he was about to reprimand Harry Potter, Gryffindor's supporter, there was a knock on the door.

Third-year Gryffindor student Colin Crevey walked into the classroom. "Excuse me, sir, Mr. Bagman wants me to take the two champions of the Triwizard Tournament upstairs."

"Gaius, you go with him."

"Okay!"

Aaron quickly got up, hurriedly packed his schoolbag, and picked Abei up from the table.

"What about Harry Potter?" Colin asked nervously.

"Potter's Potions -making skills are no match for Gaius's; he needs to be delayed by an hour."

"But Professor, the Champion of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be there, and Mr. Bagman is talking about all the Champion."

"Fine!" Snape said impatiently. "Potter, take your schoolbag and get out of my sight."

When Harry walked out of the classroom, he still felt a little Reality Stone. For the first time, he found Colin, this brainless fan, so pleasing to the eye, and wondered if he could actually save him from Snape's clutches.

"You guys are amazing!" Colin exclaimed. "Two fourth-year Warlock can actually keep up with three seventh-year Warlock."

Aaron forced a smile. "What does Mr. Bagman want with us?"

"It looks like they're going to take pictures," Colin said thoughtfully. "I saw the Daily Prophet's reporters coming; their cameras are much better than mine."

"Great, I'll embarrass myself even more," Harry said dejectedly.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. "Harry, I hope your jinx doesn't come true this time!"

"What's the meaning?"

"It means you should pray to Merlin for protection right now, and that the Daily Prophet will absolutely not interview you," Aaron said in a deep voice. "Rita Skeeter is the most unethical reporter; Arthur Weasley and Alastor Moody have both suffered at her hands."

Being targeted by her would be more than just embarrassing; what's worse, you, the Warlock who defeated the You-Know-Who, are more interviewable than anyone else.

Upon hearing this, Harry's face paled slightly, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

"I hope I'm not that unlucky!"

"I hope not." Aaron shrugged.

"We're here." Colin led them to the outside of a room. "Good luck."

The two exchanged a glance, knocked on the door, and then went inside.

This is a classroom of moderate size. Most of the desks and chairs have been cleared out, leaving only five chairs in the middle, a Long Table and empty chairs in front of the podium. At first glance, it looks like an interview room.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Phoebe Delacour arrived before the two. Viktor had a gloomy face and exuded an aura that kept people at a distance, while Cedric and Phoebe were chatting happily.

Besides the three, there was Ludo Bagman, a portly photographer, and a witch in a red robe.

"Harry, did you pray just now?" Aaron asked half-jokingly.

"It wasn't in time."

"That's it." Aaron sighed. "She is Rita Skeeter."

"Ah?"

When Harry looked at the witch, who wore jeweled glasses and was dressed extravagantly, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

At this moment, he just wanted to minimize his presence. Being framed and forced to participate in the extremely dangerous Triwizard Tournament was already tragic enough, but he didn't want to experience a social death before the competition.

"They're here," Ludo Bagman said to Rita Skeeter. "The fourth and fifth Champion."

"Ludo Bagman, please speak first," Aaron said directly. "I have some things to take care of, so..."

"I understand, it won't waste much of your time."

It's the Wand testing ceremony; the other judges will be here soon.

"Just testing the Wand?" Aaron looked at the photographer and Rita Skeeter, expressing serious skepticism about Ludo Bagman's words.

"Uh... we still need you five Champion to take a few photos."

This is Rita Skeeter, who is writing an article for the Daily Prophet about the Triwizard Tournament.

Rita Skeeter smiled as she looked at the five of them, her gaze sweeping over Cedric, Krum, and Phoebe, lingering for a few seconds between Aaron and Harry, before finally settling on the scar on Harry Potter's head.

"Ludo, before we begin testing the Wand, may I speak with Harry for a few minutes?"

As you know, his identity can add a lot of color to the article.

"No problem," Ludo Bagman said loudly, "But...I don't know if Harry will object?"

"I object," Aaron said immediately. "Mr. Ludo Bagman and Ms. Skeeter, and Harry's condition isn't particularly good, so..."

"Yes." Harry realized and cooperated, "I have a cold, and Madam Pomfrey told me to rest a while ago."

"Is that so?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed with displeasure, then she turned her gaze to Aaron. "Then, I wonder if Mr. Gaius is free?"

"Uh... it should be..."

"That's too much." Rita Skeeter didn't give Aaron a chance to object, and grabbed Aaron's arm directly, her two-inch-long red nails gripping him tightly like claws.

But then an embarrassing thing happened: no matter how hard she pulled, Aaron wouldn't budge.

"Wow, you're really strong, Gaius, sir." Rita Skeeter released her grip, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Barely!" Aaron revealed an innocent smile. His physical abilities were already at the peak of human potential, and Rita Skeeter's strength was no match for him.

"Haha! If it's alright, could you come out and talk to me?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Dumbledore warned me that I absolutely mustn't give any interviews," Aaron said seriously. "You know he's the headmaster; it's worth listening to what he has to say."

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth, then reluctantly turned her gaze to Diggory. "The oldest and most competitive Champion at Hogwarts, you should..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened again, and Albus Dumbledore was the first to walk in, followed by Barty Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, and Adrian Klein, and finally Garrick Ollivander.

After the judges arrived, they spontaneously sat in the judges' seats in front of the podium, and Ludo Bagman naturally joined them.

"You guys go ahead with your work," Rita Skeeter said tactfully, then led the photographer aside.

"Please allow me to introduce Ollivander," Dumbledore said after he sat down. "He is the renowned Wand, and he will inspect your Wand to ensure Wand in good condition before the competition."

"Aaron, you go first!" Ollivander said with a kind smile.

"Uncle, you are a madman."

"Uncle, is this your uncle?" Phoebe looked at Aaron in astonishment. Cedric and Kurum also looked a little uneasy, and even Maxime and Karkaroff's eyes twitched slightly.

It's one thing for the older sister to be a referee, but for the uncle to be a prosecutor is a bit too much.

"He is my grand-nephew," Ollivander explained, "But Ollivander's rules do not change because of a person's status."

My job is only to check if the Wand is functional; the rest is none of my concern.

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