Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 564 Detecting the Wand ([-])

"Okay, everyone is here, we can start..."

After the Chinese wizard representative named Chen Xiaolong yawned and entered the room from the outside, Ludo Bagman stood up and began to explain to all the students the reason for summoning them.

"As we said, the competition will start around Christmas in December... You have a month to prepare, and today we will test your wands and tell you what the first competition will be like, lest some warriors get too anxious..."

As he spoke, Bagman stared strangely at where the warriors like Harry were.

For some reason Harry felt that Bagman's statement... must have something to do with Donald Eastfork... and what happened that night with the McGuffin.

"Detect the wand?" asked Beauxbaton's representative of the warrior, the extremely beautiful witch, Fleur Delacour.

"Well, we have to check that your spells are functionally safe and perform well..."

"Our Waggadu is different from you... I don't rely on magic wands, and I don't have so many opportunities to use them." Waggadu's warrior representative, Mobutu Ahmed Bersek said in a low voice, his tone was very rude.

This guy squinted at the Brazilian warrior next to him, and another very charming witch with a good figure, that is, Camila Paula.

It caused the other warriors around to dislike this guy very much.

"That's not the case... Whether you have a wand or not is not only related to your competition results, but even at some point... the good operation of the wand will save your life."

Bagman had a good attitude. He pointed to a door that suddenly appeared in the faculty lounge, and said, "And I believe you need an expert inspection..."

"You need to know how to cast ordinary magic... and the magic you need to cast when participating in an extremely intense competition like the 'Top Ten Tournament'...these two situations are completely different. Without a magic wand, you almost..."

- bang bang bang!

Someone is knocking on the door!
Karkaroff, the headmaster of Demu Strong School of Magic, looked around suspiciously,
—Warriors, referees, important staff of the Ministry of Magic...everyone was there.

Bagman stood up immediately and shouted, "Come in!"

A witch wearing a fuchsia wizard robe came in, and she was accompanied by a small man and a man with a big belly... Both of them were holding a big black camera, which looked like a photographer.

And the witch... Harry recognized it too, it was Rita Skeeter.

Besides, following behind him——

"McGuffin Albert~" Donald Eastfork looked at the person angrily and shouted.

And the principals of most magic schools, the referees, who have been casually... also looked at the little wizard who came in.

In particular, Egilbert Fonnert, the head of Ilvermorny's magic school, stared intently at the McGuffin, looking as if he wanted to poke his eyes out to see what was so special about the little wizard that could make Donald so deflated.

"What's going on? I thought it was just a gathering of warriors...Rita Skeeter...Who told you to bring this student in? Could it be Fudge's intention?"

Several principals discussed in low voices, and finally Karkaroff stood up and asked very seriously. Most of them looked at Barty Crouch next to them, wanting the head of the Ministry of Magic present to answer their questions.

Dumbledore suddenly stood up at this moment, "I called McGuffin over!"

"It just so happened that something happened, and I wanted to find him."

"Bagman, why don't you first introduce to the Warriors what the first game is?"

"McGuffin, let's go next door..."

With that said, Dumbledore stood up, walked to the newly-appeared door in the staff lounge, opened it, and invited McGuffin to enter.

McGuffin followed Dumbledore suspiciously, he didn't know what the old bee was doing.

When they entered, McGuffin turned and closed the door and saw Rita Skeeter holding Harry tightly, as if she was holding onto a treasure, and would not let go.

And the two photographers, each taking a video camera and taking pictures of Harry and Viktor Krum, who had been sullen all the time, then turned their cameras on Fleur and Camilla Paula.

It seems that out of ten warriors, only these four are left at once.

--boom!

After McGuffin closed the door, he couldn't see what would happen in the staff rest room.

The room next door is not big, only ten square meters in size, with a table and two chairs.

The table was covered with red velvet, with a bulging cloth cushion and an expensive-looking silk scarf on it.

Dumbledore was sitting in one of the chairs, facing an old wizard with two large gray eyes.

It is impossible to tell whether this old wizard is older than Dumbledore.

"McGuffin, this is Ollivander...I think you know this well-respected wand maker?" Dumbledore introduced.

——How could you not know him!
This old guy had been hiding from himself—he followed Dumbledore's orders to hide from himself for two full years before McGuffin tried to figure out what happened to his wand.

Thinking of this incident, McGuffin still felt a little dissatisfied when he looked at the two instigators in front of him.

"He is—" Dumbledore pointed to McGuffin to introduce,
"Of course I remember... Mr. MacGuffin Albert... yew, thestral tail feathers, twelve inches!"

"Yes, I remember it clearly. It was an extremely special and rare combination. I thought this wand would be silent forever..."

Ollivander spoke first, his gray eyes blazing with excitement.

"It's far pickier than the Elder Wand..."

Seeing that Ollivander stood up directly and was about to see where McGuffin's wand was hidden on his body, Dumbledore coughed loudly twice, interrupting his actions.

"Ahem—Mr. Ollivander, now is not the time to do this, there are other warriors' wands waiting for you to inspect... We are in a hurry... What I was talking to you about this morning..."

"Oh... oh oh! I see, let's get started..." Ollivander reacted, and he sat down on the wooden chair again.

What to start with?
McGuffin was a little confused.

Could it be that he wanted to check his wand? Before McGuffin pulled out his wand suspiciously, Dumbledore handed his wand to Ollivander first.

"--call!"

He let out a long breath, and the expression on his face became extremely solemn and yearning.

Ollivander took the wand from Dumbledore's hand, lifted it gently and carefully with both hands, held it in front of his eyes for a closer look, then held the end very carefully, and wiped it carefully...over and over again with the expensive silk on the table.

His whole face was almost glued to the Elder Wand, and his eyes were shining.

"I didn't expect it to be like this... No wonder that old guy Gregorovich almost died because of this thing and he doesn't regret it... Dumbledore, you should have let me see it earlier..."

He kept muttering, "...fifteen inches... elderberry... thestral tail feathers..." and other words.

Ollivander is like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, completely fascinated.

No wonder, as a wandmaker... 'the elder wand, the elder wand, the death wand'... this wand to him... is simply the most sacred artifact in legend, and no wandmaker can resist this temptation.

Even McGuffin approached unconsciously, wanting to see what the famous Elder Wand looked like.

Usually it was rare for the old bee to cast spells with this wand, and when he used the wand to cast spells, the situation was so critical that he had no time to pay attention to the bone elder wand.

And McGuffin touched his wand,
'Is this legendary Elder Wand... really related to the wand in my hand being the Wand of the Twins? '

McGuffin thought so.

Ollivander wiped the Elder Wand with great distress, and the dust on it was wiped off bit by bit, and it began to restore its original color.

It was dark, like a pool of black water, without a hint of the translucency...or the shiny magical luster of other wands.

There are six bony knots on its wand, arranged in order of size, from the end of the wand to the tip... the closer to the end of the wand, the bigger the bony knots, the more pitted, dense and dense wooden scabs will appear on the whole wand.

After staring for a long time, some kind of hallucinations will appear, those scabs, the scars on those bone knots seem to have turned into thousands of skulls... staring back at the spectators.

This magic wand seeps into hair, but the powerful magical power faintly revealed is extremely fascinating.

"Mr. Ollivander . . . Ollivander! Boom-boom!"

Dumbledore had to yell loudly and knock on the table in front of Ollivander to wake him up.

"Oh, oh!"

Only then did Ollivander wake up.

"Time is running out!" Dumbledore urged.

"Okay!" Ollivander hastily grasped the Elder Wand and swiped it lightly across the table.

--Snapped!

A black electric spark popped out from the end of the wand, directly blasted Ollivander's hand, and then fell to the table.

"Are you all right?" McGuffin asked.

"It doesn't matter!"

Ollivander took out a green glass from his pocket, took a little milky white ointment from it... wiped his scorched fingers, and looked at Dumbledore with a wry smile.

"Sure enough, it's just like the rumors... The Elder Wand only recognizes the strongest master, and others will be resisted even if they use it forcefully."

"Okay, this proves that this wand is working fine... But, Albus... this is the legendary death wand, can't you take good care of it? Although there are no scratches and bruises on it, but..."

Ollivander shook his head, and said to Dumbledore with some reproach. He turned his head and looked at the silk scarf he had just used to wipe his wand. There was a black stain on it, which was obviously some dust and stains on the wand.

After that, Ollivander picked up the Elder Wand with the clean other end of the silk scarf, and gently placed it on the soft cloth pad on the table.

"Your turn, Mr. McGuffin... let me see your wand?"

Dumbledore and Ollivander looked at McGuffin.

McGuffin walked over and handed over his wand.

After carefully wiping it with a silk scarf, Ollivander raised his wand, turned it over and over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"I remember clearly... On that afternoon, Mr. MacGuffin, you and your father came to my shop..."

As Ollivander spoke, he twirled the MacGuffin's wand back and forth between his slender fingers. He tentatively injected magic power, watching the black-purple wand light up with cold rays of light, flickering back and forth.

"...you are a very picky customer...after all kinds of choices...maybe some kind of fate...this wand chose you..."

Ollivander swiped his wand in the air, and the yew wood wand emitted black and bright flames, and then seemed to cut through the space, and the blue ripples echoed in the small space... continuously.

At the same time, those black flames burned Ollivander's hand...and hurt him again.

"The tempers are exactly the same, it seems that they are really twin wands." He sighed.

While applying the ointment, his light-colored eyes stared at McGuffin, "I said it at the time... Every wand is unique, and the wands are choosing their masters, and they represent their masters."

"Wands of yew do not choose a mediocrity or a coward - their master will always do something great, for better or worse, as that man..."

"Judging from your current reputation, McGuffin, it also proves this..."

"What's more, according to the legend... this wand is still made of the same Thestral's tail feathers as the old wand..."

"Ah, by the way, it's getting late..."

Ollivander ended the conversation abruptly, turning to Dumbledore and saying, "So, Albus...shall we begin?"

What started?McGuffin once again had doubts in his heart.

At this time, McGuffin saw Ollivander carefully put his wand next to Dumbledore's wand,
He slowly approached the tips of the two wands.

The two magic wands spewed out a black-purple spark, which continued to shine, becoming more and more dazzling, and the sound of crackling and crackling became louder and louder——

In the end, there was a sudden loud bang, like a thunderclap——

Then, the space at the tip of the two wands seemed to be torn apart, and above that, a small black hole was cracked, the size of a palm, shaped like irregular glass shards.

There were bursts of waves echoing inside, but listened carefully...it was like the weeping of a child and a woman.

Makes one feel very hopeless and sad.

"Okay, McGuffin...you can tentatively summon your little McGuffin's thinking body, go inside and see what it's like..."

"According to my estimation, the space dimension remaining between the two worlds should be able to accommodate the magic of our world to enter it for exploration...and your magic is the most suitable..."

"That's why I called you today," said Dumbledore.

"Ollivander, you watch the status of the two wands so that they will not be damaged..."

Ollivander nodded, he was not surprised by this scene, obviously Dumbledore had explained all this to him this morning.

McGuffin had no choice but to expel an excess of distracting thoughts through [Occlumency·Transcendence], and then used his fingers to draw out a small small Guffin on his temple.

While the little guy was still confused and didn't make a fuss,
McGuffin directly and ruthlessly threw it into the hole in the irregular world.

Then he closed his eyes and returned to his senses, projecting his attention on this little thing, controlling it...

He also wanted to see... what Dumbledore was talking about in the different space dimension.

But at this time, Bagman's excited voice came from outside, interrupting their actions, "Professor Dumbledore... We, the warriors, are ready for the wand inspection!"

He knocked on the door, urging.

(End of this chapter)