Snape was silent for a long time, and then said with a cold face:

"Very good, very good, take your schoolbags and disappear from my eyes quickly!"

Harry couldn't ask for it. He had been taught a terrible lesson by Snape just now, and now he ran out of the classroom as if he was running away.

During this whole process, Snape kept his disgusted eyes locked on his back.

"Professor Snape, let's go first!"

Michelle stood up and said to Snape with a smile.

At the same time, John bowed slightly to Snape.

Seeing this, Snape's originally gloomy face instantly burst into a smile.

He nodded towards John and Michelle and said:

"be safe."

John took Michelle out of the classroom and met Harry who was waiting at the door.

Harry seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

He asked Colin:

"What do they want us to do over there?"

Colin said nervously:

"Okay...it seems like I want to take pictures."

"Photograph?"

Michelle looked over curiously and said.

At the same time, John also turned to look at Colin.

This made Colin even more nervous.

The last incident where John led the Slytherins to attack Gryffindor Tower made him always afraid of John.

"I'm... not sure," Colin said tremblingly, "Maybe it's going to be published in the Daily Prophet? I... I'm not sure..."

John did not embarrass the poor guy anymore, nodded and stopped asking further questions.

Several people walked up the steps and were finally brought to the door of a room.

"Okay, here it is. Good luck to you!"

After Colin finished speaking, he escaped as quickly as possible.

John looked at his back, smiled softly, then knocked on the door and entered the room.

This is a smaller classroom.

Most of the desks inside have been 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 several chairs, and on one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

Other warriors have also arrived.

Krum and Cedric were each staying in a corner, as if in a daze.

As for Fleur, she was talking to Fudge.

They had a great time chatting.

Fudge smiled so hard that his face was filled with wrinkles.

Fleur, on the other hand, was a little excited and kept talking. From time to time she would shake her head, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling luster.

John's eyes kept wandering over Fleur and Fudge, his expression a little strange.

Fleur also discovered John at this time.

She also glanced at John provocatively.

It was obvious that she was very proud of having such a close chat with the Minister of Magic of the Republic of China.

However, her pride did not last long, because Fudge also discovered John.

"Oh - John! You are finally here!"

Fudge shouted happily and stretched out his hand to John, "Come on, come on, there is nothing to worry about. This is just a wand testing ceremony. The other judges will be here soon."

Fleur was angry at Fudge for suddenly ending the conversation and looking for John, and stamped her foot in annoyance.

John ignored her, stepped forward and shook hands with Fudge and said:

"Detection wand?"

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future competitions, your wands will be your most important equipment."

Fudge looked very happy, "The experts are upstairs, with Dumbledore, and then taking some pictures."

He suddenly pointed at the witch in the magenta robe, "You know Ludo, so I won't introduce you much. As for this lady, her name is Rita Skeeter, a very outstanding

reporter.

She is writing an article about the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet."

Rita Skeeter smiled and stood up and saluted Fudge.

John doesn't like this guy very much.

Mainly because her makeup is so weird.

Those big, weirdly curly hair looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-chin face.

In addition, she also wore a pair of glasses set with jewels. She clutched a crocodile leather handbag with her fat fingers, and her nails were two inches long and painted bright red.

After looking at it for a few times, John looked back and asked:

"Mr. Minister, you don't need to come in person for such a small matter, right?"

"If I have time, I will try my best to be present not only for the wand testing ceremony, but also for the next three games." Fudge suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The Triwizard Tournament is no small matter! This is related to Hogwarts.

Even the honor of the entire Ministry of Magic of China!

John! I hope you can keep this honor in China and Hogwarts!

With your ability, you can definitely do it, right?"

John narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

He always felt that Fudge was a little too concerned about this matter.

Seeing John's appearance, Fudge wanted to continue persuading him.

But at this moment, Rita Skeeter suddenly said:

"Mr. Minister, before we begin, can I have a few words with Harry and John? The youngest recipients of the Order of Merlin in history, and the Savior, you know... just to add a little color to the article."

"No problem," Fudge said with a smile when he saw outsiders coming over, "Just - I wonder if John objects to it?"

John took a deep look at Fudge and nodded.

"Very good."

Rita Skeeter grabbed Harry's arm as she spoke. Judging from Harry's expression, she must have used a lot of force.

She originally wanted to catch John.

But under John's cold and disdainful gaze, she finally retracted her hand.

She dragged Harry to the next room, and John followed them.

Next door was a small cubicle where brooms were kept. There were piles of miscellaneous items here, but Rita Skeeter didn't mind.

She sat down on an upside-down bucket, dangling as if she might fall down at any moment.

Then she greeted warmly:

"Sit down, dear, you're welcome."

John's eyes scanned the entire cubicle.

There is no place to sit down seriously here at all.

He took a deep breath, took out his wand and turned a broom and a mop into two chairs with a flick of his wand.

"Oh! Thank you, John!"

Harry said a little nervously and cautiously, and sat down on one of the chairs.

And John sat on the other one.

"Nice transformation! He really deserves to be the famous John Shafiq!"

While praising, Rita Skeeter took out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment from her crocodile leather handbag.

"Try it out... My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."
To be continued...