Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 275 Ollivander, My Wand It
It didn't take Mr. Ollivander long to examine the wands of the four warriors. Among them, Krum's wand contained the heart tendon of a dragon, which surprised Mr. Ollivander because he didn't like Gregovich's style.

Besides, when Ollivander touched Harry's wand, his expression became subtle, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he took much longer than the others to examine Harry's wand, finally letting a puff of wine erupt from it before handing it back to Harry, announcing that it was in excellent condition.

Hera has been quietly observing Mr. Ollivander's operation, and plans to discuss with Mr. Ollivander about the specific matters of the wand after the show is over.But he obviously found that Mr. Ollivander had some unexplainable feelings for Harry's wand, as if he had encountered something wonderful.

The wand testing ceremony ended with Dumbledore's words, "Thank you, everyone, now you can go back to class—maybe it's more convenient to go directly to dinner, anyway, they will be over soon—"

But when everyone stood up and was about to leave, the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly, "Let's take a photo with the referee and the warrior, what do you think, Rita?"

"Well—well, take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, "maybe a few solo ones later."

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was adjusting their positions in the classroom, Hera slipped quietly to Mr. Ollivander's side.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander, I have some questions about the wand. I want to consult with you. Is it convenient for you?" Hera's voice was so soft that only Mr. Ollivander could barely hear it.

"Good afternoon." Ollivander's voice was softer, and his big, light-colored eyes looked like two shining moons in the dimly lit classroom. "That's not a problem, Mr. Lestrange. It seems like only yesterday that you came to my shop and bought your wand. Eleven inches, made of yew, with unicorn feathers. Flexible but strong. A fine wand for magic."

"I admire your memory, it's exactly the same." Hera bowed slightly and complimented. "It's just that I feel that my wand may not be so smooth recently. Would you like to check it for me?"

"Of course it's all right. Is it just here?" Mr. Ollivander leaned closer, and he said softly.

Hera turned her head and glanced at the people who were taking pictures. They were still arranging positions, because Madam Maxim blocked others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and bring her into the shot.

"Why don't we go to the broomroom next door, I think it will be quieter there." Hera whispered, remembering the little broomroom that Rita and Harry went to just now.

Mr. Ollivander nodded, and he followed Hera.

Entering the broom room, the sight inside made Hera and Ollivander gasp. The inside was very small, with only an upside-down bucket and a few cardboard boxes.

"Well, how is it here?" Hera scratched her face and said with some embarrassment.Before he came in, he really didn't expect the space inside to be so small.

"No problem at all." Ollivander said, sitting on the upside-down bucket, dangling, as if he would fall off at any time.Hera also took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the cardboard box opposite it.

"Your wand, Mr. Lestrange." Mr. Ollivander took out his wand, the tip of which glowed with light, and he stretched out his hand towards Hera.

"Oh, here you are." Hera took out her own wand from her pocket, and at the same time rubbed it with the edge of her robe indistinctly.This time it did not emit sparks.

Ollivander looked excited when he finished the wand, "I remember very well that there was a hair in it that must have been five or six feet long that was plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful female unicorn. I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, and it nearly poked a hole in me with its horn. Eleven inches is good spring, and it's strong. Do you nurse it regularly?"

Hera sneered, and Mr. Ollivander understood immediately.

"It seems that you need to buy a set of wand care equipment, Mr. Lestrange, I think you are using it either so easily, or because it is losing its temper." Ollivander raised the wand, turned it over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"The condition is not bad. The birds are flocking!"

There was a loud bang from the yew wand, like a pistol firing, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, causing confusion among the small brooms.

After parting with Mr. Ollivander, Hera returned to the classroom, where the photo was still being taken. It is estimated that the warriors would not be able to get away for a short time. Hera took Penelope and Gabriel out of the classroom together while they adjusted their positions—mainly because Furong kept asking Hera for help.

Harry definitely had a hard time the next two weeks, but it was even harder for Barty Jr. and Hera, because that guy Harry didn't seem at all anxious about the first project—or Harry wasn't ready for anything.

He would never survive the first project in this state.

Hera felt he had to do something, and he had to push Hagrid, but Hagrid just said he'd tell Harry before the first item.This made Hera wonder if Hagrid was also disguised with Polyjuice Potion, and he didn't care so much about Harry's life!

At the same time, the only thing that Hera found interesting was the publication of an article by Rita Skeeter about the Triwizard Tournament.The article was less an account of The Tournament than an embellished portrait of Harry's personal life.A large portion of the first page of the newspaper was devoted to a photograph of Harry, and the entire article, all about Harry, had been squeezed and misspelled into the last line of the article, with no mention of Cedric.

But who made Hera's name not appear in it?

Anyway, Hera watched it with gusto, and he was very glad that he didn't accept Rita Skeeter's interview, otherwise God knows what she would have written about him-a beast teacher who preyed on students?

That was just horrible.

But it was difficult for Harry, who still felt a burning, uncomfortable sense of shame just thinking about that report—even though it had been published ten days ago.Rita Skeeter wrote that Harry had said terrible things, even though they were things Harry could remember never saying, let alone in that broom closet.

The one that made Hera the most amusing was probably Rita Skeeter's description of Harry's feelings.She described Hermione as Harry's first love, and even interviewed Harry's "close friend" Colin Colleavy, saying that Harry and Hermione were always inseparable.

Hera was very convinced that this was fiction, because Hermione didn't like Harry as a brainless idiot.

It was the Saturday before the first project, and Hera felt that he couldn't wait any longer. If that idiot Hagrid didn't tell Harry the content of the first project, he would definitely die in the dragon's jet.

Little Batty doesn't look very reliable either.

Hera searched carefully in her pocket, and finally found the parchment in the corner, which was the Marauder's Map.

He had observed Harry and Hermione leaving the castle together, and they were heading to Hogsmeade together.Hera and Penello spoke, and left the office alone.Recently, Penelope and Gabriel have really gotten along well. Gabriel went from the carriage to Hogwarts Castle alone from time to time to find Penelope, which made Fleur very depressed.

As Hera walked into Hogsmeade, he watched the other students pass him, most of them wearing Cedric Diggory pins on their chests, but there were no nasty remarks about Harry, no one taunting him by quoting from that stupid article.

"Hermione!" Hera suddenly found Hermione's figure in the crowd, but she didn't see Harry's figure beside her, she was just talking to herself.

Hermione was not in a good mood, and she greeted Hera weakly, "Good morning, Hera."

"What's the matter? Why didn't you see Harry?" Hera looked around Hermione. He clearly saw that Hermione came out with Harry on the Marauder's Map. Could it be that he was wearing his invisibility cloak again?
"I'm here." Harry's voice sounded suddenly.

Hera looked in the direction of the voice, "Oh, Harry, are you wearing your invisibility cloak again?"

"Yes, I don't want my classmates to see me, you know, they always" Harry's voice seemed aggrieved.Just listening to the voice, Hera could imagine that his green eyes contained tears again.

"Well, in fact, you can take off the invisibility cloak here for a while, no one here will trouble you, besides, I'm still here, right?"

"Oh, really?" Harry couldn't believe it. "Look behind you."

Rita Skeeter and her photographer friend just emerged from The Three Broomsticks.They discussed something in low voices and walked past Hera without looking at Hermione.But Hera could clearly see that Hermione's anger was about to overflow.

"That damn crazy woman, how dare she write nonsense in the newspaper?" Hermione scratched her hair irritably, she was almost dying of anger.

"Don't think about it," said Hera, looking through Harry at the end of the street. "How about we go to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer? It's getting cold, isn't it?"

　Today, there are two updates of [-] words, I hope everyone will like it (mainly thanks to the curly-haired baboon of the squid family, I can’t help but you have been rewarding all the time, so today I will add a little more, continue to strive, and continue to add more!)

　　
　
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