Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Ivan ignored Rita Skeeter's angry gaze, cleared his throat, and said to himself.

"Just write like this... Hogwarts warrior Ivan Hals is a good character, enthusiastic and kind-hearted person. He was kindly called the hero of Gryffindor by his classmates and friends in school. The Star of Hogwarts!

He has been praised for countless deeds, such as defeating trolls when he first entered school, using his extraordinary wisdom to see through the disguise of several Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, and developing the wolf poison potion, etc., but he himself is very humble. Said that these past deeds have long been forgotten, and it is really not worth mentioning!

According to a student who cannot be named, every professor in the school praised him, and his enthusiasm for learning may be an important reason for his remarkable achievements..."

Ivan talked freely, trying to objectively describe his excellent qualities and low-key personality.

If it weren't for the fact that this interview could increase his reputation, it might constitute a legendary incident, he wouldn't be bothered to say so much.

Rita Skeeter, who was listening next to her, was completely blindfolded. She looked at Ivan with a strange look. She had never seen such a...cheeky person!

No, think about it carefully, Rita Skeeter still found a similar scene in his memory-when he interviewed Lockhart, the other party was also talking about it like this.

"Although the Hogwarts warrior is unwilling to disclose more information, the few words he has learned are enough to see his excellent character, but he is relatively low-key! Well...that's almost it!" Ivan Smashed his mouth, thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing left, then turned to look at Rita Skeeter.

When he noticed that the other party was stunned and there was not a word written on the parchment, Ivan frowned and said dissatisfiedly."Have you not written it down yet?"

Rita Skeeter regained her consciousness and reluctantly wrote on the parchment.

Ivan kept staring at her until Rita Skye finished writing.

I have to say that this gossip black-hearted reporter still has two tricks, and accurately recorded every sentence he said before, without the slightest omission.

After writing the last word extremely awkwardly, Rita Skittlesso put away the paper and planned to leave. She didn't want to stay here for a moment!

"Wait, Ms. Skeeter!" Ivan stopped her.

"What else do you have?" Rita Skeeter said angrily. She felt that she shouldn't have come to Hogwarts to interview any warriors.

"I hope you will be fair and objective when interviewing Harry, do you understand?" Ivan reminded.

He remembered that in the original time and space, Rita Skeeter made up her mind when interviewing Harry, and arranged the relationship between Hermione and Krum to win the eye, which made Ivan very uncomfortable. , He warned Rita Skeeter not to mention her friends in the article.

"Otherwise, I think your readers are more willing to listen to your story!" Ivan threatened.

...

After a "friendly" conversation, Ivan and Rita Skeeter walked out of the cubicle.

"It looks like you guys have a good conversation?" Bagman, who was waiting in the classroom, leaned forward and said with a lack of eyesight.

He knows very well the virtue of Rita Skeeter, a woman who digs hard like a mad dog, everyone in the magic world can't avoid it. Now he sees Rita Skeeter as if he has suffered a big loss, and is suppressing his anger. , Suddenly a little curious.

Rita Skeeter smiled reluctantly, but Ivan on the side took the initiative to express that he and Ms. Skeeter had a good conversation.

Bagman didn't believe a word, but he knew that he might not be able to ask anything, so he could only start talking about business."Halse, since the interview is over, let's go over there! Mr. Ollivander is testing the wands of the warriors, you are the only one!"

Ivan nodded and turned to look at the podium, where several tables had already been set up. Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Maxim, and Crouch were all sitting on the chairs behind it.

In addition to them, there was an unimpressed old wizard standing in the room. The other party was holding Harry’s wand and saying something, and then waved it again. The tip of the wand suddenly burst with burgundy liquid, filling the front Of several cups.

"It's in good condition, Mr. Potter!" After experimenting, the old wizard returned the wand to Harry.

Harry put away his wand, then looked at Ivan and greeted him."Ivan, it's you!"

Ivan stepped forward and passed the wand up as Harry did.

The old wizard took the wand, but his light-colored eyes were staring at Ivan, his eyes showing admiration and nostalgia.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Mr. Hals! I remember the last time I saw you, you were so young..." The old wizard gestured with his hands, then said with emotion."But then I knew that your future must be extraordinary. I gave you this magic wand by myself!"

"You have a good reputation, Mr. Ollivander!" Ivan said modestly, and he had recognized the identity of the old wizard in front of him.

But Ollivander's words, Ivan did not take it seriously.

He rummaged through his memories and found that when "Ivan Hals" went to the magic wand shop to buy magic wands, the wand master was obviously very perfunctory, treating him no differently from other little wizards.

And apart from a few cases, the magic wands in the hands of the British wizards were basically from Ollivander's hands, and of course they were all handed over by him!

Ollivander was very satisfied with Ivan. The happiest moment in his life was to witness a talented wizard using his wand to shine in the magic world.

This not only played a good role in publicity, but also gave Ollivander a feeling of personal participation.

While thinking in his mind, Ollivander did not forget what was going on, and soon raised the wand in his hand to his eyes, and looked carefully.

"Yew, unicorn hair, eleven inches and three-quarters long..."

Ollivander routinely analyzed the composition of the magic wand and determined that this was the one he gave to Ivan, but at the same time he also noticed the magic texts that were burned on the magic wand.

"Well, did you make some post-improvements to it?" Ollivander raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander!" Ivan said cautiously. He knew whether he would make the transformation on his wand privately would cause the other party's discomfort.

In fact, Ivan didn't want to hand over his wand, but it was necessary for every warrior to check the wand, and he didn't bring the spare wand.