Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 474 Detection Wand

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter looked joyful after seeing Dumbledore.

"How are you?" She said, walking up to Dumbledore, stretching out a big chubby hand with red nail polish, "I wonder if you read my summer article on the International Federation of Wizards Conference Already?"

"Brilliant," Dumbledore smiled mildly, but didn't shake Skeeter's hand. "I especially loved reading the part where you described me as a petrified old madman."

Rita Skeeter didn't look shy at all, and seemed to really think that Dumbledore was praising herself.

"Meow ha ha ha!" Fish suddenly interrupted at this time: "George and Fred also said that Albus, you are a little crazy."

(ΦωΦ)

"Oh, those two little ones," Dumbledore smiled, "the two of them always have amazing ingenuity...and guts."

For some reason, Dumbledore's tone was so gentle, even cheerful, but Harry always felt that the twins were going to suffer.

"Okay, the wand testing ceremony is about to begin, please go over there and sit down."

Dumbledore did not continue chatting with Fish, he pointed to a row of seats by the door, and said to the four warriors.

Following Dumbledore's instructions, the four warriors sat on the seats by the door, and Dumbledore also sat down with the other four referees.

Rita Skeeter looked around, found a corner and sat down, and took out a roll of parchment and a long, bright green quill from her crocodile leather handbag.

Harry watched her pop the tip of the quill into her mouth, suck it relished for a moment, and then set the pen upright on the parchment.

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

"Long time no see, meow!"

(ΦωΦ)

Fish grinningly waved at Mr. Ollivander, and Mr. Ollivander also smiled and nodded at Mao Mao.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?" said M. Ollivander, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

Fleur stepped forward and handed him her wand.

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander softly, after a careful examination, "nine-and-a-half inches. . . very springy. . . of maple. . . . . . . . . .

"Contains a veela hair," Fleur said, "my grandma's hair."

"Meow?!"

(ΦωΦ)

Fish's eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked Mr. Ollivander loudly: "Can Fish also use his own hair as a magic wand?"

"Hmm... It was popular to use the wizard's own body tissue as the core of the wand many years ago, but later everyone found that although the wand made this way is more handy, the increase in magic spells will not be too high, so gradually No one in the world does this anymore. But I think that if it is a wizard with relatively strong mana, he may be able to make a better wand. Of course, my favorite wand core is..."

As soon as Mr. Ollivander talked about wand-making, he immediately became eloquent, so that Dumbledore had to cough twice, reminding him to get down to business first.

"Sorry, sorry," Mr. Ollivander smirked and patted his forehead. "Where did I say that? Oh, yes! Veela hair... I've never used Veela hair myself. I I think a wand made of veela hair is too capricious... But everyone has their preferences, and since it suits you..."

He ran his fingers over the wand, inspected it for scratches and bruises, and whispered, "Orchids in bloom!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

"Very well, very well, in good condition," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.

Then he checked Krum's wand and recognized that it was the work of Gregorovich, who was as famous as himself, so Ollivander couldn't help muttering: "He is an excellent wand maker." man, even though his style I'm not quite... but..."

The key points were blurred by Mr. Ollivander, and even the sharp-eared cats couldn't hear clearly.

After returning the inspected wand to Krum, Mr. Ollivander looked at Fish with his silver eyes.

"It's your turn," he said softly, "Fish."

Fish stood up, jumped in front of Mr. Ollivander, and handed over his wand.The first thing he did when he took the wand was to check it carefully for bite marks.

After confirming that Fish did not take his wand to grind his teeth, Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I clearly remember that this is one of my early works." He was more excited than before, "The core of the stick is the hair of a leopard cat. I used the eggshell of a whole bird and snake egg In exchange for it from a Cherokee tribe."

Mr. Ollivander babbled on about Fisher's wand purchases: "Twelve inches, vinewood! Yes, vinewood wands are more responsive than any wand in wood to the wand's owner." , when they meet a suitable owner, they will release a magical effect, and the magical effect you produced, Fisher, was the most spectacular of the three scenes I have seen!"

After talking a lot excitedly, he calmed down a bit, then he raised Fisher's wand again and brought it to his nose. After a long while, he said with a slightly complaining tone: "However, you seem rarely use it?"

"Because Fisch's claws are stronger meow!"

(ΦωΦ)

Mao Mao raised her hands and replied confidently.

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips and didn't say anything more. He pointed Fisch's wand at the open window and shouted, "Flock of birds!"

There was a loud bang of the grapewood wand, like the firing of a pistol, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, and through the open window into the pale sunlight.

Mao Mao pouted secretly, Ollivander's flock of birds was far worse than Professor McGonagall's.

"There is one last...Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander finally called Harry's name after returning the wand to Fish.

"Ah, yes," Ollivander began, after taking Harry's wand, in a similar manner to Fish, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it very well... Holly, Ten An inch long, phoenix tail feathers..."

Mr. Ollivander murmured as he examined Harry's wand carefully.

I don't know why, but this time it took much longer than checking other people's.Finally, he caused a puff of wine to come out of the tip of his wand, and handed it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good shape.

After examining the wands, Ludo Bagman and Rita Skeeter offered to take a picture of the warriors.

So the four warriors and the five referees took a group photo together. Of course, Fish stood in the middle position, while Harry was forced by Skeeter's side.Then, she insisted on doing solo photos of the Warriors one by one.

Fish, whose stomach was already growling with hunger, had long since grown impatient. After reluctantly taking a personal photo, Mao Mao rushed out of the room in a hurry, regardless of Rita Skeeter's persuasion, and ran to the big room. Dinner in the auditorium.

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. Her chubby fingers were like iron tongs, and she firmly held Harry, who was also hungry, and forced him to stay for her interview.

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Recommended monthly ticket

　Tomorrow's Big Detective seems to be the background of cyberpunk, but most of it is just a background.

　　Yang Rong's modern outfit is as hot-eyed as ever, mainly because the wig was not chosen well.

　　Detective Wu Xin... emmmm...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)