Hogwarts in Sharingan

After learning about Fleur's isolated life, Hermione stopped being jealous, which allowed Ethan's weakness to fully rest.

But the situation of being watched became more and more intense. For example, right now, Ethan was using the transformation technique, and Colin, who was already in third grade, came in to look for him with a camera in his hand.

Alas~ why is it so difficult to be an excellent person?

Ethan thought to himself, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he quickly fixed his hair.

"Professor McGonagall, Mr. Bagman wants all the warriors to gather. I want to take Ethan there."

"Okay," Professor McGonagall readily agreed and said to the suddenly petrified Ethan, "Anyway, the content of this lesson is meaningless to you, so Ethan, just go with Creevey."

But she was a little worried. Why did Ethan look so stupid? He couldn't be worried about the competition.

After reacting, Ethan smiled and signaled to Professor McGonagall, and followed Colin out of the classroom.

"It's amazing, you have become a warrior, almost as good as Harry Potter!"

Ethan:?

Before he could beat Colin violently, they arrived outside a room.

"Wish you good luck!" Colin watched Ethan go in from the door.

There is a small classroom inside, with three desks placed side by side in front of the blackboard, covered with a velvet sheet, and there are several tables behind it.

The other three people had already arrived, and Bagman was talking to a woman in bright clothes.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, everyone turned to look over, and Bagman walked over directly and looked at Ethan with a smile.

"Finally here, our fourth warrior, Ethan, is just a small program that detects the wand." Bagman pointed to the gorgeous lady again, "This is Rita Skeeter, she will Will write an article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet."

"Actually, I'm more curious about you," Rita Skeeter stood up and looked at him with inquiring eyes, "You can do such incomprehensible things at such a young age.

Can I speak to Mr. Delarisi alone, Mr. Bagman? "

"Of course," Bagman pointed to a small cubicle next to him, "You can go there."

"Then let's go." With a strange smile, Rita grabbed Ethan's arm with her hand and pulled him over there.

Ethan waved his hand in dissatisfaction, but his 14-year-old body was still a little thinner, and he was suddenly pulled away by Rita.

After Rita forced Ethan into the storage room, she closed the door smoothly, blocking the inquiring eyes of people outside.

"Do you mind if I take a note with a shorthand pen?" Rita took out a long green quill and a roll of parchment from the small bag.

Parchment paper was spread on a box, and the quill was suspended on the paper, trembling slightly.

"Mind." Ethan said angrily.

"Then, the first question is very simple." Rita pretended not to hear, glanced at the parchment and said.

"What prompted you to set up a house-elf housekeeping company and pay the elves a salary? And even hire a werewolf as a manager."

Of course it’s to make money…

“When I met a group of homeless elves, they even begged me to take them in. As long as food and accommodation were provided, they were willing to work for me for the rest of their lives.

At that time, I discovered that if the magic world always accepts the selfless dedication of elves with peace of mind, sooner or later there will be a backlash.

So I pay wages to the elves for the sake of the magic world. As for werewolves, wizards can hurt people with wands, so what is the difference between werewolves and us?

The world should not be divided into werewolves and ordinary people, but between good people and bad people! "

For some reason, Ethan felt Rita's smile was even weirder.

"Then why did you decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament? And you became the fourth warrior. Is it because your werewolf friend taught you the magic?"

"I have never touched the Goblet of Fire. I am not interested in the competition, because when I am happiest, I am an ordinary student beside me, watching others jumping around."

Rita felt as if she had eaten a fly this time, and she could no longer keep the smile on her face.

"Then what do you think of the upcoming competition events? There have been many accidents in the past, aren't you worried?"

"I'm worried, of course I'm worried. I'm afraid it will end too quickly and the audience won't get enough."

Ethan felt like he was possessed by the king of pussy, he was just pretending to be a pussy, and he felt so comfortable all over!

Rita wanted to continue asking, but Dumbledore knocked on the door.

"Dumbledore! I really hope you like the article I wrote in the summer, about the International Federation of Wizards Conference." Rita showed a fake sweet smile again.

"Great, I especially love how you describe me as a rigid old lunatic."

Ethan suddenly felt something bad. He seemed to be too relaxed about Rita.

But before he could pursue the matter, Dumbledore led him to the table and chairs, where several judges were already sitting.

"Let's ask Mr. Ollivander to test the wands for the contestants." Dumbledore said to an old wizard.

Ethan was a little surprised, this was the second time he saw Ollivander.

When he first bought the wand, in order to rush to verify the Sharingan, Ethan just bought a wand from Ollivander in a hurry and left without paying much attention to him.

Because he came out late, Ethan was the last to test the wand.

The other three people walked up to Ollivander one by one with their wands and accepted his test.

"Miss Delacour's wand is nine and a half inches, made of maple wood, with Veela hair inside. It's in good condition."

"Mr. Diggory's wand is a twelve-and-a-quarter-inch ash wand made by me. It contains the tail hair of a unicorn. It is in excellent condition. It appears to have been regularly maintained."

"I have a whole set of maintenance tools," Cedric said with a grin.

Yep, bad students have a lot of stationery!

Ethan thought as he held the wand stained with fingerprints.

"Oh, Mr. Krum's is a wand made by Gregorovitch. It's ten and a quarter inches long, and it's made of hornbeam wood. The core of the wand is the heart cord of a fire dragon. It's very strange and wonderful. of wands.”

"Then the last one is Mr. Delarisi."

Ethan stood up and handed him his wand.

"Yes, this is the wand," Ollivander's eyes flashed with memories, "This is an ancient wand, said to be made by a master wand maker who traveled around the world.

Because there has never been a thirteen-inch wand, as we all know, we think thirteen means something ominous, but in the ancient East, thirteen meant imperial control. "

Ollivander said, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him.

"Of course, the white aspen wood paired with the powerful dragon heart nerve is really incomprehensibly powerful, even a little too extreme. Ordinary wizards can't even control it, so now there are almost no aspen wood wands.

I am also worried that this wand will fall into the hands of a dark wizard, but if it is Mr. Delalisi, I believe he can use it freely, but it is best to take more care of it. "

Ollivander did not use Ethan's wand to test its performance. Instead, he wiped Ethan's wand thoughtfully and applied a little oil. After the treatment, it looked like new.

Rita's eyes almost lit up like light bulbs.