HP Magic Biography

When Yaxi and Isabel confronted each other, Harry was being tortured by Skeeter, but fortunately, Dumbledore came soon, and he rescued Harry.

Dumbledore! Rita Skeeter exclaimed happily. Her crooked fingers frantically closed the crocodile bag. How are you? she asked, standing up, offering Dumbledore a huge hand.

I believe you read the report I wrote this summer about the International Wizarding Association meeting.

It's sickeningly good, said Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling. I especially like it when you write me as a trite vagrant.

Rita Skeeter was not at all embarrassed, I think some of your ideas are outdated, Dumbledore, with so many wizards on the street...

I'd be happy to hear the reasoning behind your disrespectful comments. Dumbledore bowed politely and said with a smile, but I'm afraid the matter will be discussed later. The wand measuring ceremony is about to begin. If one of the Players are hidden in broom closets, so it won't work.

At a table covered with velvet cloth in the classroom, four referees sat there, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

Harry ran in with a relaxed expression and sat next to Axi, followed by Rita Skeeter who also chose a seat and sat down.

Let me introduce, Mr. Ollivander. Dumbledore sat down at the referee's table and said to the players: He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match begins.

An old wizard stood quietly by the window, his eyes were large but dim. It was the owner of the wand shop in Diagon Alley.

Miss Isabel, please come out first. Mr. Ollivander said and stood in the middle.

Isabelle strode forward and handed him her wand.

Hmm... He pondered, his slender fingers turning the wand like a baton. There was some pink and gold fire from the wand, and then he brought the wand up to his eyes and looked closely.

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

It uses Veela hair, says Isabelle. My grandma's.

That's right, said Mr. Ollivander, yes, although I've never used Veela hair in my own wands, it's still a pretty sensitive wand... Anyway, it's up to you, as long as it suits you. ...

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently looking for scratches and bumps. Afterwards he muttered, Archidells! A bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand.

Very good, very good, the working condition is not bad. Mr. Ollivander pulled out the flowers and handed them to Isabel together with the wand.

Mr. Roy, it's your turn.

Ha, I made this wand, didn't I? Mr. Ollivander took Yashi's wand, looking more enthusiastic, Yes, I remember it very clearly, a special wand, the only one!

Mr. Ollivander issued a string of silver smoke rings from the tip of Yahi's wand. He was very satisfied and exclaimed: Very well, Mr. Krum, it's your turn.

Victor Krum stood up, bowed head, and hurried towards Ollivander, wand drawn, standing there, frowning, with his hands in the pockets of his robes.

Well, said Mr. Ollivander, if I'm not mistaken, this one was made by Gryffindor, who's a pretty good wandmaker. Although he's never made mine in the same style as...

He raised his wand, turned it around before his eyes, and watched very carefully. Yes, hornbeams and dragon heartstrings? He glanced at Krum, who nodded, Thicker than normal, quite stable, 10.25 inches... Avis!

The goose-eared wand gave a shot,

From its magic end grew several chirping birds, and they flew out of the window in the bright sunshine.

Very well, Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Krum. Who ends up...Mr. Potter?

Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Ollivander, who offered him his wand.

Ah, yes. Ollivander's dark eyes lit up. Yes, yes, I still remember.

Ollivander examined the wand carefully, and finally, with a spurt of wine from the wand, he handed it back to Harry, saying it was in excellent working order.

Thank you all. Dumbledore stood up. You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs to dinner, because they're getting ready to finish—

Hearing the meal, Axi's expression changed for a while, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture! Bagman exclaimed excitedly. A group photo of the referee and the contestants, what do you think, Rita?

Here's—well, group photos first, Rita Skeeter said, and then some single shots.

It took a long time. No matter where Maxim stood, he always blocked others. The photographer had to stand far away to get a picture of her, but the room was too small, so in the end, everyone had to stand while she sat.

Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee, trying to curl it a bit. Krum is half hidden, standing behind the crowd. The photographer liked to have Ashi and Isabel stand in front because they were about the same height, but every time Rita Skeeter would rush up to pull Harry into a prominent position. She also insisted on taking solo photos of the contestants. At last I could go. )!!