Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Magic Wand Detection

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." After Dumbledore sat down in the referee's seat, he said to Jemini and the others: "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Ollivander walked to the open space in the middle of the room, looked at a few people with a smile, and then said, "Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

Fleur nodded, got up and went to Ollivander, handing him the wand.

"Um……"

The wand flipped over Ollivander's bony fingers a few times, like a baton, and sparks of pink and gold shot out from the tip of the wand.

Most wandmakers have a particular affinity for wands, it's not some unique gift.

Ollivander said that the wand chooses the wizard, and the fact is the same. The wand is always in the hands of the owner who does not recognize it. They will take the initiative to choose the owner, and they can also tell what is holding them people.

Therefore, a wand maker like Ollivander who loves wands very much may not be chosen by the wand, but most wands are happy to get close to him.

Ollivander held Fleur's wand in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

"That's right, nine and a half inches. . . very springy. .. made of maple wood. . . . . . . . . . . . "

"A veela's hair." Fu Rong said quite complacently, "my grandma's hair."

"That's right..." Ollivander looked at the magic wand in his hand in amazement: "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself, and I think the wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and capricious... However, everyone has their preferences, and since it suits you..."

As he spoke, Ollivander ran his bony fingers over the wand, checking for scratches and bruises on the wand, and then whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!"

With a pop, a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

"Very good, very good, in good condition." Ollivander gathered the flowers and handed them to Fleur together with the magic wand as he spoke. Jemini watched from the sidelines and laughed secretly. The old guy seemed to like it too. beauty...

"Then... Mr. Krum, it's your turn." Ollivander looked at Krum.

Krum walked up to Ollivander in eight steps, pulled out his wand and handed it to him, then put his hands in his robe pockets, and stood aside with his eyebrows frowned.

"Well..." Ollivander flicked the wand in his hand: "If I'm not mistaken, this is the product of Gregorovitch. He is an excellent wand maker, although his style is not like mine. Not quite...but...uh..."

Ollivander held up his wand, turning it over and over in front of his eyes, examining it carefully.

In his opinion, Grigovich is an excellent wand maker, but he couldn't agree with the other party's pursuit of wands and production philosophy.

Grigovich pursues the power and strength of the wand, and the definition of the wand is also a weapon.

Ollivander's definition of the wand is a partner, and the pursuit of the wand is perfection and fit, and the strength must be within the fit.

Obviously, the two have completely different ideas.

"That's right... the hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of the dragon, right?" Ollivander glanced at Krum, who nodded.

"Much thicker than one usually sees, very rigid, ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

There was a loud bang, bang, like a pistol firing, and a flock of birds fluttered from the tip of the wand and flew out of the open window into the sunlight.

"Very good." Ollivander said, handing the wand to Krum: "Mr. Potter? It's your turn."

Harry froze for a moment, stepped forward, and handed over his wand.

Ollivander took the wand, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Yes, yes... yes, I remember it clearly."

After the words fell, he closed his mouth and didn't say anything unrelated to the game.

Harry's wand was inspected for much longer than the previous two, and finally Ollivander caused a puff of wine to come out of the tip of the wand before handing it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good condition.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze to Jemini, and he did not hide the fiery light in his eyes, with an eager expression on his face: "Ha...Mr. Fox, I heard..."

Jemini raised his hand, and a silver dagger appeared in his hand.

Ollivander stopped talking immediately, licked his lips, and looked eagerly at the mithril dagger in Jemini's hand.

"My God, is this a wand?"

Fu Rong looked at the [-] cm long dagger in surprise.

"That's right, this is a wand. I just heard that Mr. Fox has an interesting wand in his hand not long ago..." Ollivander took the dagger from Jemini with both hands, and brought it close to his eyes.

"Oh my god...hehe... Mithril! If I remember correctly, the Gryffindor sword should be made of this material. It has a high affinity for magic and is also extremely hard. Look at its manufacturing method, elf craftsmanship— —”

Ollivander said, brushing his fingers over the knuckles at the end of the short sword: "However, the shape and texture of this elderberry, you are nostalgic, Mr. Fox... If I didn't miss it, it should still be That phoenix feather, right?"

Jamie nodded.

"I still remember its original appearance, thirteen inches, elderberry, phoenix feathers, it's a strange combination... It seems that it can't keep up with you, so it changed into this new form, isn't it?" Levander looked at Jemini with mixed excitement and disappointment.

Jemini sighed, and took out a wand from his arms: "The birds are flocking!"

There was a bang, and the tip of the wand exploded into the shape of a morning glory.

"As you can see." Jemini said helplessly.

"Ha... yes, I asserted that you would have a great achievement, but I didn't expect you to grow up so fast, Mr. Fox." Ollivander looked a little sad, and then his eyes once again cast on the On the mithril dagger.

"To be honest, it's not that I haven't thought about the material of mithril, but when it comes to mithril, goblins are the best at it. It's not that it can't be made, but it's too unorthodox. It's worse than the golden snitch ① feather staff core. It has to be partial, and the wood material itself is enough..."

Ollivander murmured: "Interesting and magical... There is no doubt that it will not show any scars, will it? There is also dust removal magic - goblins always do some fancy abilities, lest people will not know it is a baby…"

After watching for a long time, Ollivander waved his dagger: "Clear water is like a spring!"

wow-

A trickle of water gushes out from the top of the dagger.

"Very good, very interesting." Ollivander swung the dagger again: "Curse stops."

The spring water disappeared, and Ollivander weighed the dagger in his hand, stood up, and waved lightly at the stool he was sitting on before.

crack...

With a faint sound of rubbing, the dagger easily split the back of the chair.

"There is no doubt that there is nothing wrong with Mr. Fox's wand, but..." Ollivander looked at the referee's seat: "Obviously, it is much sharper than ordinary wands, I don't know if this is a violation , These should be your considerations, Dumbledore."

"Thanks for your hard work, Ollivander." Dumbledore said kindly: "The rules of the game do not stipulate the shape of the wand..."

"But for the definition of wand, I think we still need to discuss it carefully." Ms. Maxim directly interrupted Dumbledore's words.

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PS: ①Golden Snitch: A magical animal, a bird that flies extremely fast. This bird was used in the original Quidditch game. The Snitch, the first alchemical golden snitch was born in Godric's Hollow.

　Today's first more humming~
　　
　
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