HP Star Shining

Another uncomfortable truth: Cedric is indeed more of a warrior.

He is tall, has a straight nose, black hair and gray eyes, and is extremely handsome.

More than once, Harry saw the same girls who had once eagerly chased Viktor Krum for his autograph now surrounding Cedric and begging him to sign their schoolbags.

Perhaps the attitudes of the people around him influenced him, and when learning the Summoning Spell in the Charms class, Harry performed terribly.

As a result, Professor Flitwick gave him extra homework, making him the only one besides Neville to be punished with homework.

"It's not that difficult, Harry." Hermione tried to comfort him. Su Xingchen followed them slowly with a book in his arms.

Isn't the Summoning Charm the spell Harry will use in the first competition? I thought it was taught by the fake Moody. It seems that he didn't teach Harry anything good. I can't let her take advantage of him again.

Speaking of "wool", Su Xingchen was overwhelmed.

She has always performed well in spells, including the summoning spell she just learned, but these cannot cover up the fact that she has made no progress in the Patronus Charm. It is hard for her eldest son to have the patience to continue teaching her.

Harry saw that the person coming towards him was Cedric Diggory, accompanied by some giggling girls.

When they saw Harry, they glared at him as if he were a skrewt.

Harry stopped, and Hermione also stopped. Su Xingchen braked in time before hitting them.

"Why don't you leave?" she was puzzled.

No one answered. It was then that Su Xingchen noticed the group of people in front of her. The person who stood out like a crane among chickens was very conspicuous. After taking a look at him, she quickly lowered her head and smiled.

Although her face was expressionless, she could still see the feeling of hopelessness.

Cedric was helpless. He saw it and knew that the little girl was laughing at him.

Although he had every means to drag her down with him, he decided not to do so considering the girl's personality.

"Let's go." Su Xingchen gently pushed Harry's shoulder from behind. How could he stand here stupidly and be stared at?

Harry lifted his legs and continued walking. Hermione continued to comfort him, "It's not that difficult, you just haven't been concentrating well."

Potions class with a Slytherin was already difficult, and it reached its peak when Colin Creevey came in and told Snape that he had to go upstairs to be interviewed and photographed by the Daily Prophet. Snape gave him a look that seemed to kill him.

As for Ron, Harry glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before leaving the classroom. He was staring at the ceiling.

Su Xingchen continued to prepare her antidote without stopping. After this interview, Harry will probably be despised and rejected by more people. How pitiful.

Well, I hope Professor Snape won't use her to test poison in this class, although... it shouldn't be her.

Harry came to a smaller classroom where most of the desks had been pushed back, leaving a large open space in the middle.

Three tables were placed side by side in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

There were five chairs behind the velvet table, and in one of them sat Ludo Bagman, talking to a witch in a magenta dress.

Harry had never seen her.

A pot-bellied man held a large black camera that was smoking slightly in his hand, and occasionally glanced at Furong out of the corner of his eye.

Bagman saw Harry stand up quickly. "Ah, there he is, the fourth champion. Harry, come quickly, there's nothing to worry about, it's just the normal wand checking ceremony, the other judges will be here soon."

"Wand check?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good working order, as they will be your most important weapon in the upcoming competition," Bagman said, gesturing to the witch in magenta robes. "This is Rita Skeeter, writing a report for the Daily Prophet."

Rita Skeeter, her hair styled in elaborate, stiff curls that looked awkward against her large-jawed face, stared at Harry.

She also wore a pair of jeweled glasses, and her thick fingers clutched an alligator handbag, her long nails painted bright red.

"Before we begin, could I have a moment alone with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still on him. "The youngest champion, you know… to spice up the report."

"No problem, if Harry wants."

"Uh..." Harry wanted to say that he didn't want to.

"Great." Rita Skeeter grabbed Harry's arm with her bright red claws in the blink of an eye. She was so strong that she didn't look like a woman at all, at least not a woman like the way she was dressed.

She dragged Harry into a storage room filled with brooms.

"It's quite quiet here." Rita Skeeter looked around, then pushed Harry onto a cardboard box and sat herself down on an upside-down bucket, looking precarious.

As the door of the storage room closed, both of them fell into darkness.

"Now, let me see..." Rita Skeeter pulled a handful of candles from her handbag, lit them with her wand, and used magic to make them float in the air.

"I use a shorthand quill. Do you mind?"

"What do you use?" Harry asked.

Rita Skeeter's smile widened as she reached into her alligator purse again and pulled out a long, dazzling green quill and a piece of parchment.

She put the tip of the pen into her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then held it upright on the parchment, the tip trembling slightly.

"Just a test. My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Harry quickly lowered his head to look at the quill. As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, the green quill began to write with great vigor, the tip of the pen deftly sliding across the parchment, many times faster than he could complete his homework.

It read: Rita Skeeter, a charming blonde, aged forty-three, whose unruly quill has exposed many a false reputation.

When Harry was "rescued" from the storage room by Dumbledore, he walked so lightly, as if he was walking on soft clouds.

He had a feeling that his situation would get worse after this nonsense report came out. He just hoped that Xingchen and Hermione, the only people who believed in him at the moment, would not believe it.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander," Dumbledore said to the champions after he took his seat at the referee's table. "He will be checking your wands to ensure they are in good condition before the match."

Harry had met Mr. Ollivander before—it was from him he had bought his wand three years ago in Diagon Alley.