Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 299 Ms. Rita, you don't want something to happen to you while you're asleep, do you?

In the final days, every corner of Hogwarts was adorned with the phrase: "The warriors who support Hogwarts—Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory."

Compared to Cedric, the vast majority of young wizards focused their attention on Harry.

They believed that Hogwarts was destined to win this Triwizard Tournament.

Even Snape gave Harry a stiff smile during class.

But clearly, this old bat couldn't muster a bright smile; its stiff grin resembled that of a vengeful ghost, prompting Ron to keep complaining.

During Potions class, Harry stood on the podium alongside Snape, lecturing on numerous short stories, and sometimes even answering Snape's questions.

After several years of research, Harry's knowledge of both potions and spells has surpassed that of most professors.

In many courses, he is more of a teaching assistant than a student.

Halfway through the lecture, there was a sudden knock on the door of the underground classroom, interrupting Snape's speech and silencing the entire classroom.

A head peeked out of the wooden door and said somewhat shyly to Snape:

"Mr. Snape, is Harry Potter here?"

This person is Colin Crevey, a big fan of Harry Potter, and a year younger than Harry.

Upon seeing Harry, he walked directly to the podium without Snape's permission and stood before Harry.

Snape was very unhappy about this and questioned, "What are you doing?"

Colin then realized he had done something wrong, and he lowered his head and apologized:
"Excuse me, Mr. Snape, I need to take Harry Potter with me and go upstairs."

Snape's smile vanished completely. His hooked nose wrinkled slightly as he said sternly:

"Potter has an hour of Potions class to attend. He'll go with you after class. Now get out of here right now!"

Colin was terrified; cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but he didn't leave. Instead, he stammered:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Snape, Harry needs to go for his photo now; all the champions have to go."

At this point, Harry spoke up to help Colin out of the predicament:

"Professor Snape, please stop making things difficult for Colin. He's just a messenger."

"Come on, Colin, I'll go with you. I didn't expect I'd need to take pictures; I wasn't told beforehand."

Colin, true to his reputation as a Harry fanboy, kept asking Harry about the Triwizard Tournament on the way upstairs.
"Harry, are you confident you can win the Triwizard Tournament? I think you shouldn't give up on the championship. It should be yours; you are the strongest."

Rather than asking questions, it was more like a fan wanting to talk to their idol. Colin kept talking to Harry, and Harry only needed to answer with simple letters, like "uh-huh."

As Harry talked with Colin, he also learned who was going to take their picture.

A reporter for The Daily Prophet, who seems to be quite famous in the news industry, but with a somewhat bad reputation.

Colin led Harry to a room and then turned to leave.

When Harry pushed open the door, he saw a smaller classroom where the desks and chairs had been arranged, leaving a relatively spacious area.

Inside the classroom stood a witch in a magenta robe, along with three other warriors and Bagman, the Director of Sports.

As soon as Harry pushed the door open and entered, Fleur tossed her long silver hair and quickly walked over, saying sweetly:
"Harry, Harry, come here quickly, I've saved a seat for you."

Harry was pulled forward by Fleur and sat down in a chair. Fleur was next to him, Cedric was on the other side, and the tall and strong Victor was behind him.

As Harry entered, Bagman, the Director of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, quickly rose from his seat and jumped forward to stand before Harry, saying:
“Harry, now the other three have been checked, and only you are left. Please give me your wand so I can check it.”

"Check the wand?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"That's right, we must check your wands to see if they are fully functional and in good working order."

In the matches to come, your wands will be your most important weapon.

During this time, Harry looked up information about the Triwizard Tournament in the library, unaware of this step.

This step is likely a new addition from the Ministry of Magic. Checking wands is essential for the other three young wizards and could increase their chances of survival to some extent.

But this is not the case for Harry.

Given his current strained relationship with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, Harry has no doubt that Ministry officials will take this opportunity to investigate his wand.

They likely want to obtain some information about him through his wand.

In the event that the relationship between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic reaches a freezing point or even breaks into conflict in the future, this information could play a crucial role in the battle.

However, Harry still pulled his wand from the Pocket Dimension and handed it to Bagman.

His wand-making techniques are derived from the wand-making techniques of the wizarding world, but they incorporate a large number of artifact-making techniques from the multiverse.

Without the various magical materials from the multiverse, it would be impossible to reproduce it, and the Ministry of Magic would have no way of finding any useful information from the wand.

After receiving the wand, Bagman did not immediately examine it, but instead pointed to the witch in the magenta robe and introduced her:
"This is Rita Skeeter, everyone. She's writing a short article about the Championship for the Daily Prophet. You'll be having her interview in a bit."

Rita Skeeter's look is strange; her hair is styled into elaborate, stiff, and oddly shaped big curls, which look particularly awkward against her large chin.

"Before we begin, may I speak a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry. "The youngest champion, you know... to add some color to the story."

“No problem!” Bagman exclaimed. “But—I wonder if Harry objects?”

“No problem,” Harry said calmly.

“Great!” Rita Skeeter said, and in the blink of an eye, her bright red, claw-like fingers gripped Harry’s arm with superhuman strength, trying to drag him to another room.

But just as she was happily contemplating how to alter the interview content, she suddenly froze and was pulled to the ground by the force from behind.

Rita Skeeter thought she could easily pull away the 14-year-old wizard with her own power.

To her surprise, her power vanished without a trace when it was applied to Harry, without any feedback whatsoever.

It's as if she's trying to pull a giant, completely overestimating her abilities.

When she stood up, intending to scold Harry, she was surprised to find that Haari was staring at her with an ordinary look.

Harry said in a flat tone but with a stern expression, "Ms. Skeeter, you are being very rude."

Although Harry did nothing to her, Rita Skeeter instinctively felt a chill that ran through her soul.

The shock made her swallow back the filth she was about to vomit.

However, when she came to her senses, she was somewhat embarrassed and angry, but she couldn't bring herself to scold her anymore.

Harry ignored the witch and walked toward a small storage room to the side.

When Harry first heard the name Rita Skeeter, he finally realized who this witch was.

A senior reporter for The Daily Prophet, known for digging into the private lives of celebrities and writing sensational gossip articles.

If Harry isn't mistaken, Rita Skeeter will next alter the interview to present the most sensational, but ultimately detrimental, news.

Harry was thinking about what methods he would use to teach the reporter a lesson and make him behave.

The small storage room was used to store brooms and was already somewhat dark. When Rita Skeeter entered, she closed the door behind her, making the room even darker.

The dark environment was obviously not conducive to the interview, but Rita Skeeter was more afraid of being discovered to have altered the interview content.

She walked in, sat on an overturned bucket, then looked at Harry sitting on a cardboard box, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and said:
“Harry, I’ll use a quill pen to take notes. You won’t object, will you? That way, I can have my hands free to have a normal conversation with you.”

Harry shook his head, indicating that he did not object.

But before Rita Skeeter could show any joy, he continued in a cold voice:
“I can let you use a shorthand quill to take notes, but you have to make sure the recorded interview content is consistent, otherwise… you don’t want to enter a dream one day and never be able to wake up again, do you?”

This is definitely a threat.

Rita Skeeter's expression froze. If it were an ordinary hut, and she were being threatened like this, Rita Skeeter would not be afraid at all. But the person in front of her was Harry Potter.

She was somewhat frightened, shrinking away from Harry, and mustered her courage to say:

"No, Harry, you must be joking. That's illegal."

Harry didn't answer, but gave his usual gentle smile.

Rita Skeeter felt a chill run through her body. She completely abandoned the idea of ​​altering the interview content and instead forced a stiff smile.

"Okay, okay, Harry, I promise you, you can rest assured."

Next, Rita Skeeter asked Harry some questions about the Triwizard Tournament, such as why he was participating, whether he had put his name in the Goblet of Fire, and how he felt about the upcoming tournament.

Harry responded to each question, his pen moving swiftly across the parchment. He observed that the information recorded on it indeed matched the content of the interview.

The interview ended abruptly when Rita Skeeter asked Harry if he wanted to prove himself in the Triwizard Tournament, to which Harry retorted that he didn't need to prove himself.

When the two came out of the storage room, Ali found that Dumbledore had also come into the room.

When Harry came out, he smiled and nodded at him. Harry understood what Dumbledore meant and nodded back, indicating that there was no need to worry and that everything was resolved.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest White Mage of his time, Dumbledore certainly knew what kind of person Rita Skeeter was.

The wands are not inspected by the Ministry of Magic, but by Mr. Ollivander, who sells the wands.

When examining the wands of the other three warriors, Mr. Ollivander merely nodded slightly, indicating that there was nothing unusual about them.

But when Mr. Ollivander examined Harry's wand, he exclaimed in surprise, which made Dumbledore, who was standing nearby, ask with some concern:

"What's wrong, Ollivander? Is there something wrong with Harry's wand?"

Mr. Ollivander shook his head, then looked at Harry beside him and asked in confusion:
“Mr. Potter, I remember your wand wasn’t this big. So where is your original wand?”

Harry took out his original wand and handed it to Ollivander.

He hadn't used this wand in a long time. Since acquiring a better wand, this one had been kept deep in the pocket dimension, as a collection.

Mr. Ollivander examined the wand in his hand and nodded, saying:

"Yes, that's right, it is indeed this wand. You've preserved it very well. So where did you get this new wand from? It... seems a bit special."

Harry explained calmly, "This is a wand that I made myself from various materials. It's more suitable for me and can give me more blessings."

Mr. Ollivander was somewhat excited:

"Mr. Potter, you are a true genius. I only knew you were a potions master, but I never imagined you were also a wand master."

After the three-way battle, I hope to have the opportunity to exchange magic-making techniques with you. I'm really looking forward to it.

"Of course, Mr. Ollivander, I would be happy to."

Mr. Ollivander nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the crowd and said:

“That’s right, their wands are all very good, especially Harry’s. His wand is very special. Seeing that wand even reminded me of the Elder Wand.”

Everyone stared at Harry in surprise, never expecting his wand-making skills to be so formidable.

Fleur, the little witch who was already very interested in Harry, now had her eyes shining and her face flushed:

"Harry, you're amazing! Could you make me a wand sometime? I'll pay you for it."

Making a wand wouldn't take Harry long, and besides, Harry had a good impression of Fleur, the little witch, so he nodded.

The other two contestants hesitated for a moment, but did not ask Harry to help them make wands.

It wasn't just because they weren't as bold and enthusiastic as Fleur, but also because they didn't feel that the wand Harry made was more suitable for them than the wands they already had.

Perhaps the new wand will decrease their power, rather than increase it.

After examining the wands, everyone sat back down in their chairs. A wizard dressed in black robes, holding a camera, addressed the group:
"Everyone, smile naturally. This photo is going to be in The Daily Prophet."

For the next two weeks, Harry continued to accompany Hermione to the library to read magical books, as always.

But unlike before, this time in addition to Ginny who occasionally visits the library, there is also the beautiful Medvedeva.

(End of this chapter)