Chapter 566 (1/2)

”Let me introduce you, Mr. Olivander.” Dumbledore sat down at the referee table and said to the players, ”he will check your wand to make sure they are in good condition before the start of the game.”

Harry's eyes were wide, but he looked at the old wizard quietly.

Harry was shocked. He had seen him before. He's a wand maker, and he bought his wand from him in Diagon Alley three years ago.

”Miss Dracula, please come out first.” Said Mr. Olivander, standing in the middle.

Furong Dracula strides forward and gives him the wand.

”Well...” He pondered, his slender fingers twirling his wand like a baton. The wand sent out some pink and golden fire. Then he put it close to his eyes and observed it carefully.

”Yes, 9.25 inches, not easy to fold, rosewood, and My God. ”

”It uses MEWA's hair.” Said hibiscus. ”My grandmother's.”

”That's right,” said Mr. Olivander. ”Yes, although I made my own wand without maiva's hair, it's still a very sensitive wand In any case, each has his own advantages, as long as it suits you... ”

Mr Ollivander's fingers glided along the wand, apparently looking for scratches and bumps.

Later he mumbled, ”orchids are in full bloom!”

A bunch of flowers bloomed on the top of the wand. ”Good, good, working well.” Mr. Olivander took out the flowers and gave them to Hibiscus with his wand.

”Mr. Digory, it's your turn.”

Lotus quietly returns to her seat and smiles at Cedric.

”Ha, I made this wand, didn't I?” Mr. Olivander took Cedric's wand and became more enthusiastic. ”Yes, I remember very well, because of a hair pulled from the tail of a particularly good male unicorn. The male unicorn was so powerful that I grabbed its tail, and it almost beat me to death with its horn. It's 12.25 inches long, elastic, good, working well. Do you rub it regularly? ”

”It was only oiled last night.” Cedric grinned. Harry looked down at his wand, the fingerprints were all over the place. He pinched the fullness in his knee and tried to wipe the wand clean. There are several golden sparks from its bottom.

Furong Dracula glanced at him very haughtily, and he did not dare to wipe it again.

Mr. Olivander sent out a string of silver smoke rings from Cedric's wand. Satisfied, he called out, ”Mr. Krum, it's your turn.”

Viktor Krum stood up, bowed his head and bent his back, and sped toward oliphand. He drew out his wand, frowned, and stood, his hands in his robe pockets.

”Well.” Mr. Olivander said, ”if I'm not mistaken, it's made by Gryffindor. He's a good stick maker. Although his style is the same as mine... ”

He raised his wand, put it in front of his eyes, and looked around very carefully.

”Yes, Carpinus Carpinus and dragon heartstrings?” He looked at Krum, and Krum nodded, ”thicker than normal, quite stable, 10.25 inches Avis

The wand made of Carpinus sends out a gunshot, and a few chirping birds grow in its magic end. They fly out of the window and fly in the bright sunshine.

”Very well,” Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Krum. ”Who is the last Mr. porter? ”

Harry stood up, passed by Krum and went to Ollivander. He handed the wand.

”Ah, yes.” Ollivander's dim eyes brightened. ”Yes, yes, I remember.”

Harry also remembers that it seemed like yesterday

Four years ago, on his 11th birthday, Hagrid took him to Olivander's to buy his wand. Ollivander measured him and gave him some wands. After he tried it, he thought the wands in the shop were almost the same. It was only at the end of the day that he found a magic wand suitable for him. It was made of Holly wood, 11 inches long, and contained a feather from the tail of a Phoenix. It was so harmonious with him that he was surprised.

”It's amazing,” he said It's amazing. ”

Harry asked him where he was. Oliphand explained that the feather on the wand was pulled from the Phoenix who had absorbed the magic essence of Voldemort's wand.

Harry didn't tell anyone about the secret. He liked the wand very much. In his opinion, the relationship between it and Voldemort's wand was inevitable, just as it was with Aunt Petunia.

He really hoped that Olivander would not tell the people in the room about it. If he did, Harry was amused to think that Rita Skeeter might explode in excitement.

(if Harry knew how Rita Skeeter would describe him now, I don't think Harry would laugh.)

Ollivander took a long time to examine the wand. At last, a fountain of wine came out of the wand. He returned it to Harry and said it was in excellent working condition.”Thank you very much.” Dumbledore stood up. ”You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner because they're ready to finish -”

after some serious work today, Harry got up to go, and the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

”Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!” Bagmond exclaimed excitedly. ”How do you like it, Rita?”