Wand Inspection, No Desire to Be in the Papers

"Ten inches, Yew Wood and dragon nerve," Ollivander remarked, then waved his Wand, releasing a flame that transformed into a dazzling cloud of smoke in mid-air.

"Hmm... it looks like it has fallen from a great height."

"There was such a time, but it was truly an accident," Aaron said awkwardly. During his first journey to another world years ago, he was forced into freefall, an event beyond his control.

"Is that so?" Ollivander frowned slightly, his silver pupils fixed on Aaron. "Perhaps I shouldn't ask, but your Wand seems to have weathered many storms."

"Uh... that was an accident, I can't tell you that."

Ollivander smiled knowingly and wisely didn't ask any further questions, simply returning the Wand to him. "The Wand is fine; although it looks a bit worn, it's in good condition."

"What about the other Wand? I remember giving you a Wand made of Grapevine Wood and Unicorn feathers?"

"Ah..." Aaron felt a little embarrassed. He had left the Wand with the Thought Form. He couldn't very well ask him to go back to the Divine Thunder Hall to retrieve it now!

"Ahem!" Adrian coughed. "This Wand is fine as long as it works. He can only bring one Wand during the competition anyway."

"Yes!" Ollivander nodded gently, then looked at Phoebe, "Miss Delacour, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Phoebe paused for a moment, then gracefully walked to the front of the platform and handed over her magic Wand.

"Nine and a half inches, made of maple, and inside... oh my god!"

"There's a Veela hair that belongs to my grandmother," Phoebe explained.

"That's right, Veela hair."

Although I have never used Veela hair products myself, they are too sensitive and unpredictable.

However, everyone has their own preferences, and it seems to suit you perfectly.

Ollivander ran his thumb along the Wand to make sure it was undamaged, then whispered, "Orchids in full bloom."

A fresh flower bloomed at the tip of the Wand, and he handed the Wand back with satisfaction. "Very good, in excellent condition."

Next up is Cedric Diggory, whose Wand he bought at Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Made of ash wood, the cane has a Unicorn tail core and is 10.5 and 1/4 inches long.

"In excellent condition, definitely due to regular care." Ollivander didn't hold back his praise, greatly admiring the Warlock who Wand him so well.

"I just wiped it down last night," Cedric grinned.

Ollivander conjured a string of silver-white smoke rings with his Wand, briefly tested its performance, and then returned the Wand to Cedric.

"Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor remained expressionless, listlessly placing his Wand in front of Ollivander.

"Carpinus spp., the heart tendon of the Dragon, ten and a quarter inches."

This is a Ollivanders stylist product. Although his stylist style is a bit different from mine,... I can tell you use it very well, it suits you perfectly.

Krum nodded, without denying it.

"Avis".

A flock of birds flew out from the tip of the Wand and flew out the window.

"Very awful." Ollivander returned the Wand to Krum. "There's one last one, Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, brushed past Krum, and nervously handed over his Wand.

Ollivander spent more time examining this Wand than the previous four combined because it was special; its core, a Phoenix feather, came from the same Phoenix as Voldemort's Wand, making them essentially from the same source.

He shot a stream of wine with his Wand, confirmed it was working properly, returned it to Harry, and announced that Harry was in excellent condition.

"Alright, you can go back to class now," Dumbledore smile. "Of course, it's fine to go back for lunch too, since class will be over soon anyway."

"Dumbledore, don't forget to take the picture," Skeeter reminded him.

"Yes, the referees and the Champion took a group photo," Ludo Bagman said excitedly. "What do you think, Rita?"

"I don't want to be in the newspapers," Adrian said dismissively, then pulled Ollivander away.

"This referee... has a truly unique personality." Rita Skeeter watched Adrian's departing figure, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. "I personally think that with Miss Klein's age and stunning looks, she'll definitely be a hot topic in the newspapers."

"You'd better put away your unrealistic ideas," Aaron said half-jokingly. "The Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards should give Klein some face."

If the Daily Prophet publishes any news that shouldn't be in its publication, then the newspaper is probably not far from bankruptcy.

"Don't scare me, Gaius first."

Aaron shrugged. "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Upon hearing this, Rita Skeeter pursed her lips in resentment.

She has insulted many people in the newspapers, including Dumbledore and Fudge.

Because she knew that these people's personalities, abilities, and social status wouldn't take a small reporter like her seriously; at most, they would curse her a couple of times and grumble a bit in private.

But there are some people she doesn't dare to write about. If what Aaron says is true, then Adrian will make her lose her job in a minute. She can't afford to offend such people.

"It's not like we can't take pictures even if there's one less referee," Rita Skeeter said somewhat awkwardly, before letting the photographers take their positions.

Because the room was small and there was a Giant among the referees, it took the photographer more than ten minutes to get all the Champion and referees into the shot.

The moment the photographer pressed the shutter, Aaron decisively shifted his body slightly to the side.

He stood next to Maxime, using her over three-meter-tall figure and some of her shadow to cover most of his body, revealing only a small part of his profile, which made him less conspicuous in the photo.

However, Krum seems to have made the same decision, which surprised him greatly.

Are you kidding me? You're a super celestial being, and you're hiding yourself even better than I am.

The most eye-catching one is Harry Potter. The photographer originally arranged for Phoebe to be in the center, but Rita Skeeter insisted on pulling him to the most prominent position.

After taking the group photo, Rita Skeeter insisted on taking individual photos of the Champion.

After the referees left, she looked at the five Champion with a smile, "A little-known scoop! Who wants to take the first photo?"

"Um, I have something to do..."

"Wait, Mr. Gaius, the Magic World needs to know who the five Champion are."

"Just leave my name. If all else fails, I'll just have to refuse the Magic World this time." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, then slammed the door shut.

Rita Skeeter looked at the remaining four with a hint of helplessness. "It seems this Champion is a bit shy, but that's okay. Many people are shy before I interview them."

"Um..." Harry raised his hand timidly and said, "Adrian Klein is his cousin."

Rita Skeeter:...

Okay! Another one we can't afford to offend.

After dinner, Aaron went straight back to his dormitory.

"Commander, purchase the Ghost Crystal."

"Purchase merit".

After a week of Magic Points being reset to zero, Aaron held an irregular crystal that shimmered with a faint golden light in his hand.

"This is much more valuable than Mithril," Aaron said, his teeth aching, before leading Abei into the Divine Thunder Hall.

The Thought Form clicked its tongue at the sight of the Ghost Crystal, no bigger than an egg, "This is far too little! I thought it would be the size of a basketball!"

"This only proves that it is more precious."

For the same volume, its value is more than ten times that of Mithril.

"After all, it's a medium for transmitting magic!" The Thought Form carefully took the Ghost Crystal, and the two Shadow Ninja carefully cut off one-tenth of it.

"With the help of Thunderbird Tail Feather, only three bullets can be made."

"I understand, once it's used up, it's gone. I'll be careful with it," Aaron waved his hand, then seemed to remember something, "The Fantastic Beasts feathers I bought from Hagrid ..."

"A batch has already been made, although its power is relatively weaker," the Thought Form said smugly, then took a box from the storage shelf, which contained various colors of thumb-sized spherical bullets.

"That's all?"

"Ten shots aren't enough? You definitely won't need that many in a real match."

"That's true, but isn't this a bit inefficient?"

"Enchanting is hard work too!" The Thought Form rolled its eyes speechlessly. It was already busy enough. Making a few bullets a day was the limit. Any more and it would be like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Aaron couldn't continue blaming himself. After instructing the Thought Form to use the Ghost Crystal cautiously, he left the Divine Thunder Hall.

A few days later, Rita Skeeter published an article in The Daily Prophet, featuring a large portion of the article with photos of Harry Potter.

Aaron's lips twitched uncontrollably as he read the newspaper in the library.

Rita Skeeter wrote a lot of unrealistic and disgusting things in the newspaper, portraying Harry as a fragile child constantly seeking comfort...

"What did you write?" Hermione suddenly walked over, with Harry beside her.

"It's nothing." Aaron quickly stuffed the newspaper into Abei's pocket.

"I saw Harry's picture," Hermione said, raising an eyebrow. "It's on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

"What?" Harry was shocked and immediately looked at Aaron. "Give me the newspaper."

"My personal advice is that it's better to die later than to die early."

"Give me."

Aaron sighed and took out the newspaper.

He looked at the two of them seriously. "Be prepared. Also, this is a library, so don't make a lot of noise."

"Loud noise," Hermione scoffed. "You probably haven't noticed, but ever since Krum came, everything he goes into becomes a mess, including the library."

"That's the Celebrity Effect."

Harry took the newspaper, his green eyes darting left and right as he scanned it rapidly.

Half a minute later, he slammed his fist on the table in anger and cursed, "Nonsense, rambling nonsense, fabricated stories, Jian Yi has no moral bottom line whatsoever."

"Ahem!" At this moment, Madam Pince coughed and cast a sharp look at him. Harry immediately became obedient and sat down opposite Aaron, looking dejected and angry.