Half an hour had passed since Draco entered the room.
But Lucas still didn't answer his question but kept testing him to see if he was ready.
After confirming that he was fully prepared, Lucas spoke.
"Draco, I'm afraid you're going to suffer a lot starting from the next school year."
"What?"
"Go and become a Death Eater next school year."
Draco was taken aback for a moment, apparently he didn't expect Lucas to say such a thing.
But it only took a few seconds for him to react.
"Isn't it preordained to become a Death Eater in my capacity? You mean to make me your second?"
"Yes and no." Lucas nodded and shook his head.
He just wanted to obtain the Elder Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows, through the hands of Draco.
Lucas has not forgotten that there is also a series of tasks to collect the Deathly Hallows.
Actually in his plan, it doesn't matter if Draco participates or not.
But if he is willing to participate, it will undoubtedly be easier to instigate Lucius Malfoy.
And looking at the direction of the plot.
With Draco's participation, it will be much easier for Lucas to get the Elder Wand to recognize him as the master.
But it's still too early to tell.
Draco really needs more experience, but that's for the next school year as well.
But he's not completely useless.
"Draco, I need to speak to your father during the Christmas break, and you will be there as well."
"You want me to convince my father to join your plan?"
"Oh? Did you notice it?"
"Of course, I went back yesterday and thought about it carefully. Father and you should only be cooperating in business right now."
Seeing the triumphant smile on Lucas' face, Draco sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, I will arrange it."
After saying that, he got up and walked towards the door.
Before going out, he looked back and said, "Tomorrow it's going to be the wand weighing ceremony and reporter interview."
"I heard that the reporter who came this time is Rita Skeeter. She is not an honest reporter, so do be careful when you speak."
"Thanks for the reminder, Draco!"
…
Getting up early in the morning.
Harry was greeted by people wearing those stupid badges all over the common room.
Gryffindor was finally infiltrated by the enemy camp.
Despite seeing his own housemates wearing those badges that say "Potter stinks!", he found himself able to face it with ease.
Glancing at the schedule.
He found out that he has double potions today and for some strange reason he didn't feel bad about it.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He used to hate Potions class, and even more so with Snape's sullen face, but now he wished he could have Potions class every day.
Because of Snape's strictness, the other houses dared not laugh at him in class. And also because Slytherin students never wear those badges.
At this point, it made him appreciate the Slytherin students from the bottom of his heart even if their actual relationship is not very good.
Getting through the morning classes, Harry came to the dungeon full of joy.
Really.
The Slytherins don't wear badges and they also completely regarded him as air. Harry felt a rare sense of relief, and thought that it was nice to be ignored like this.
Professor Snape's Potions class was still most students' nightmare.
But Harry listened with gusto.
Even if he was sprayed by Snape's venom, he faced it calmly.
This made Professor Snape suspect that Harry's brain was damaged.
It's a pity that Harry's good times didn't last long.
Bang bang bang~!
There was someone knocking on the classroom door.
Colin Creevey appeared at the door.
"Professor Snape, Mr. Ludo Bagman asked me to invite Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Lucas Grindelwald~"
"What does he want?"
"Mr. Bagman said that the champions wands will be inspected, and all of them must be there. Oh yes, and presumably photographs as well."
Harry lay prone on the desk, trying to minimize his presence.
He didn't want to embarrass himself.
"Harry Potter!"
Snape's soft, deep voice came from beside him.
Harry looked up and found that everyone in the classroom was looking at him.
People from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were making fun of him.
He knew it would turn out like this so he sighed helplessly, then he stood up and walked outside.
"Colin, just checking the wands?"
"Probably have to accept some interviews with reporters."
"I guessed right, I'm going to be embarrassing myself again."
Harry looked over to Lucas who was walking behind him, his relaxed look was really enviable.
The three arrived at the classroom where the ceremony would take place in the blink of an eye.
"Good luck to both of you."
Colin turned and left, leaving the two standing in front of the classroom door.
"Mr Potter, if you don't intend to enter, then please step aside."
"Lucas, I..."
Lucas didn't listen to what he wanted to say and pushed open the classroom door then walked in.
The other three champions were already waiting in the classroom.
Viktor Krum still looks like someone owes him money.
Seeing how he hides in the corner by himself, Lucas wondered if this guy was antisocial or something.
Cedric and Fleur were chatting at the side.
But seeing Lucas enter the room, Fleur came to his side immediately.
"Mr. Grindelwald, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The girl's eyes were like a predator seeing its prey.
But who is the hunter and who is the prey is still to be determined.
"Hello, Miss Delacour."
Lucas took the beautiful girl's hand and kissed her knuckles lightly.
This made her feel very shy.
Fortunately, Ludo Bagman came over at this time.
"Since everyone is here, the wand weighing ceremony will start in a short while, please don't be nervous."
"We just need to check whether your wands are in working order before the tournament starts, to make sure you can use it smoothly during the tasks."
"Now the master in charge of testing your wands and Dumbledore are discussing something upstairs, so please wait a moment."
After Bagman finished speaking, he sat on the chair prepared in advance.
Beside him was Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
"Oh! Harry Potter, may I have a little interview with you, please?"
Harry turned and looked behind him.
A woman with blond curly hair and a lot of makeup walked up to him.
She also was wearing a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses that didn't match her face shape at all.
"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I was commissioned by the Ministry of Magic to write a report for the Tournament."
Harry greeted her, but in his heart he was unwilling to accept the so-called interview.
But Rita didn't think so, she grabbed Harry's arm with her hands and dragged him into the utility room close by.
"Sorry if it's a little cramped, it's too noisy outside, I need a quiet environment for the interview."
While talking, Rita took out a notebook and an acid green quill.
She put the nib in her mouth, and after a while the quill began to shake slightly.
"Mind if I use the quick-quotes quill?"
Rita obviously only asked symbolically, because she had already put the quill on the notebook.
"Then the first question, what prompted you to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Huh?" Harry had just opened his mouth when he saw that the quill was already writing by itself, floating next to Rita along with the notebook.
"I didn't sign up, someone deliberately put my name in it."
He kept staring at the floating quill and notebook as he answered.
Rita moved her body to block his line of sight: "Honey, pay attention, don't keep staring at the quill."
Rita then asked several more questions.
"Are you nervous or excited about the upcoming task?"
"What do you think about the death of more than half of the participants in the past tournaments?"
"Do you want to prove yourself by competing in the Triwizard Tournament?"
In the face of Rita Skeeter's aggressive questioning, Harry was very annoyed inside.
At this time, Dumbledore finally made an appearance together with Ollivander the "Wandmaker".
Receiving Lucas' eye signal, Dumbledore went straight to the utility room door.
With the door being opened, Harry finally got relief.
When the old bee saw Rita, a smirk appeared on her face.
"Oh~ Dumbledore, did you read the report I published over the summer?"
"Of course, I really liked the part where you described me as a dorky lunatic."
Then Dumbledore led Harry to the reserved seats.
At this time, all five judges had arrived.
Under their supervision, Master Ollivander will test each of the champions' wands.
Ollivander was still the same.
Staring with his pair of big light-colored eyes, he asked.
"Miss Delacour, ladies first"
Fleur took out her wand without hesitation.
Ollivander first felt the length, and then observed it closely.
"Nine and one-half inches, very springy, rosewood, with a core of . . . "
"It's Veela hair, my grandmother's."
Fleur generously spoke out about the core of her wand.
This attracted some people's attention, such as Harry and Cedric.
They probably thought again, no wonder this girl is so attractive, it turns out she has Veela blood.
"I don't really use them in my wands, I find they make them too temperamental, but to each their own, the wand chooses the wizard or witch after all."
"Orchideous!"
Ollivander casted a spell with Fleur's wand.
Looking at the flowers on the tip of the wand, he smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, there is no problem with the wand."
Fleur was followed by Cedric's wand being tested.
"One of mine, you have been taking good care of it I can see"
"I polished it last night" Cedric answered, and Lucas had to use occlumency not to laugh or make a joke about it.
Then Ollivander used it to blast a stream of silvery sparks to prove that there is nothing wrong with the wand.
As the wands of several people were tested one after another, it was Lucas' turn soon.
Everyone present looked at him.
The wands of the first four had their own unique characteristics.
For example, Krum's was made by another master wandmaker, Mykew Gregorovitch.
Not to mention Harry's wand that has a phoenix feather, which makes it quite rare.
"Oh Mr. Grindelwald, I am very impressed with your wand, and I still remember the excitement of making it."
Master Ollivander's words aroused everyone's curiosity.
Looking at the wand that Lucas offered, he took it carefully.
"You have maintained it very well. This is the most powerful wand I have made, bar none."
"The body is made of elderberry wood, thirteen and half inches long, and the most important thing is its core, elf hair, which makes it probably the only wand in existence with such a core."
"Elf hair?" Bagman exclaimed.
Others were equally surprised.
Whether it is elderberry or elf, it represents unparalleled power.
Before everyone finished discussing, Ollivander waved the wand.
"Aguamenti!"
Looking at the water flying out like a waterfall, Ollivander quickly stopped the spell: "Oh, that's too bad, this wand only obeys its master's orders."
"Mr. Grindelwald, please test me."
Lucas took back his wand and pointed it at the open space: "aguamenti!"
A small stream of water trickled out, and the elder wand became docile again.
Ollivander nodded with a smile: "Very well, there is no problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore stood up: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone can go back now."
"Wait! There's still a photoshoot, Dumbledore!" Bagman said, stopping everyone.
Because of Madame Maxime's height, it took a long time for everyone to successfully complete the group photo.
Not long after, the Daily Prophet published today's event.
Student Harry Potter became the focus again.
Not only the front page, but even the second, third and even sixth pages have content related to him.
Inside the great hall, most Hufflepuff students were holding newspapers.
Seeing Harry walking in, they read out loud the articles on it.
The people around roared with laughter, mocking the famous boy-who-lived unscrupulously!.