Maka, who had transformed into animagus form, naturally did not eavesdrop on the conversation between Harry and Hermione. What he was monitoring was Moody, who was hiding behind a rock.
But he had to be very careful, because Moody's prosthetic eye was not simple.
According to the information Maka learned, the magic eye, which is said to be able to see through all objects, was most likely created by the world-famous alchemy master Nick Flamel.
Maka wasn't sure whether the Animagus transformation could deceive the strange-looking fake eye.
Just now, Hermione wanted to be cautious and didn't make her words about Sirius very clear. But just because Harry couldn't turn around, some information was eventually exposed to Moody, who was secretly watching.
But this was not important to Maka, because both Harry and Hermione deliberately lowered their voices when they mentioned him. Judging from Moody's distance, they would definitely not be able to hear them.
As long as you are not exposed, everything else is trivial.
Starting from the second day, classes at Hogwarts continued normally.
Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were also assigned to various colleges to audit courses. But since this was not mandatory—at least not something Hogwarts had any control over—Maka simply gave up on attending the lecture.
One afternoon, when Maca was writing something in Durmstrang's cabin, a Hogwarts student hurriedly came to inform him that Mr. Bagman wanted the warriors to gather.
The gathering place was a small classroom. Most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.
Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs. In one of the chairs, Ludo Bagman was sitting, talking to a witch, who was wearing a fancy magenta robe.
When Maka walked into this small classroom, he found that Beauxbatons' Fleur Delacour had arrived first.
At this moment, Fleur was smiling happily. She shook her head from time to time, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling luster.
A potbellied man held a large, slightly smoking black camera in his hand and was watching Fleur from the corner of his eye.
Bagman, who was talking, suddenly saw Maka. He immediately stood up and jumped forward energetically.
"Oh, Mr. McClane is here! Come in, sir, come in quickly..." Bagman said excitedly, as if he was the warrior.
"What's the matter with this gathering?" Maka glanced at the witch behind Bagman and said calmly.
"It's nothing serious. It's just a wand testing ceremony. The other referees will arrive soon—"
"Detection wand?"
A voice sounded from behind Maka. It turned out to be Harry. He and Hermione had also arrived.
"Yes, testing wands... We must check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well! Because in future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment." Bagman waved his hand and said with dignity, " The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore..."
He paused, then turned sideways and pointed at the brightly dressed witch and said, "Then I took a few photos - this is Rita Skeeter, she was writing an article about it for the Daily Prophet. A short article about the competition—"
"Perhaps it's not a trivial matter, Ludo."
Rita Skeeter's big curly hair was made very delicate by her, with an exaggerated delicacy. Although it was obvious that she had high requirements for appearance, and her whole body was carefully matched. But to others, it just looks weird.
There was a pair of jewelry-encrusted glasses on her nose, and her fat fingers were holding a crocodile leather handbag. Her nails were two inches long and were painted bright red.
Whether she was talking or not, her eyes were very keen. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione and Maka, seemingly habitually looking for the most suitable manuscript material.
Finally, she fixed her sights on Maka.
"Before we begin, can I have a few words with Mr. MacLean?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Maka, "The warriors who made a scene at the Quidditch World Cup finals, and At such a young age... you know... to add a little color to the article."
"This..." Bagman looked at Maka hesitantly, a little unsure.
Speaking of which, Bagman may be the only person who doesn't care at all about the World Cup farce.
Before joining the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education and Sports, he was a popular Quidditch batsman for the Wimbourne Hornets in the 1980s. And the reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimistic court image.
Nowadays, he is still like that in the Ministry of Magic, and he often seems to be a little out of tune with other people in the Ministry.
But no matter what, Maka's strength is unquestionable. Bagman is not stupid - well, his character is indeed a bit stupid, but even he can't regard Maka as an ordinary student.
In this situation, he had to take Maka's opinion into account.
"Well... I have no problem," Bagman spread his hands and said, "But - Mr. McClain, what do you think?"
"Great." Rita Skeeter said, her bright red claw-like fingers clawing at Maka's arm, as if she wanted to pull him away.
But Maka slapped the paw away unceremoniously.
"I've stopped pursuing the report about the last World Cup. If you still want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what authoritative certification is." Maka glanced at her expressionlessly and said with only her The voice that could only be heard clearly said, "... Or do you really want to go to the Abuse of Magic Office?"
"You—" Rita Skeeter's expression immediately froze. She touched the back of her hand that was hit by Maka and said with a dry smile, "Oh—haha, I suddenly felt that a rigorous and yet Traditional manuscripts can better highlight the historical accumulation of the competition!"
"Yes, I think that's correct," Maka nodded casually, "Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."
Under Maca's invisible threat, Rita had no choice but to sit on the chair. Although she still glanced at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least for now she didn't dare to move around anymore.
While waiting for Dumbledore to come, Maka and Bagman chatted about Quidditch, and Harry also joined in from time to time. Next to Harry, Hermione looked over at Maka every minute.
There were so many things she wanted to say to Maka, but now was obviously not the time.
In fact, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to arrive, accompanied by a spirited old wizard.
The four warriors sat down on the chairs by the door, looking at the velvet table in front of them, where four of the five referees were sitting - Professor Orson, Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch and Ludo. · Bagman.
Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. She subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, and smacked the tip of her shorthand quill. But after completing this set of actions, she hesitated to hold the quill pen herself instead of letting the quill pen write automatically.
"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to several warriors. "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."
Three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was this old wizard with big light eyes who gave Maka his first wand. At this moment, he was standing quietly by the window, nodding to everyone casually.
"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the center of the room.
Fleur walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.
"Hmm..." Ollivander squinted his eyes and took a closer look.
He twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks.
Then, he brought the wand close to his eyes and held it for a moment again.
"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... very strong... made of maple... containing... oh, my God..."
"Contains a Veela hair," said Fleur. "My grandmother's hair."
"So, Fleur is indeed part Veela blood!" Harry couldn't help but think.
He wanted to keep this in mind and go back and tell Ron... But then he remembered that Ron was no longer talking to him.
"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too sensitive and willful... But, everyone has that." Your own hobby, since it suits you..."
Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then, he whispered: "The orchids are blooming!"
A bouquet of flowers blooms on the head of the wand.
"Very well, very well, in good condition," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.
"Miss Granger, it's your turn."
Fleur returned to her seat with brisk steps, and when she passed Hermione, their eyes crossed.
"Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" When Hermione handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander was obviously more excited than before, "Yes, I remember it very clearly. There is a very complete dragon's story in it. Nerves, stable, strong, and powerful. Ten and three-quarter inches, made of vine wood, dense... It's in great shape... You must be taking good care of it, right?"
Mr. Ollivander waved a bunch of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then he nodded with satisfaction.
"Mr. McClain, it's your turn."