Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"Ah, you're right, I quite like that part too." Andy looked like the hero had similar opinions: "Ms. Skeeter's writing skills are indeed very profound."

"Thank you, dear." Rita Skeeter didn't show any shyness at all. She blinked her rosy eyes and thanked Andy. Andy was frightened by the sight of this, and Rita twisted her waist. Turning to Dumbledore, he explained: "I just want to point out that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore. Many wizards out there -"

"I would love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," said Dumbledore politely. "The wand testing ceremony is about to be completed. If one of our warriors hides in the broom closet, there will be no chance of taking pictures." Missing.”

"Um...can I interject? As far as I know, the headmaster of our school is Mr. Karkaroff, and the headmaster of Hogwarts is Professor Sprout, so you--here Do you have any special business?" Andy tilted his head and asked with an awkward but impolite smile.

"Lawrence, this competition involves wizarding schools from almost all over the world. As the president of the International Federation of Wizards, I will supervise the fairness and justice of the competition and ensure the normal conduct of the competition." Dumbledore smiled, and Andy was curious about his age. How could he afford it? Well, he would never stop doing it to himself.

The red-haired boy was half-dead and was forced out of the broom by the burning gaze in his blue eyes - George Weasley and Fred Weasley were gloating and waving at him, and they left him a Caught in the middle, Ollivander was feeding the few remaining warriors.

"Hello." A person in broken English with a strong accent stopped Andy: "Hello, sir? I'm from Ugado. I heard Principal Ajinbad mention it. You? Andy Rawlings?"

"Oh, hello, I'm Andy Lawrence." Andy looked back and saw a face with a bright smile looking at him.

"Then we are classmates...? See? I don't have wood either."

"Uh...wand? How about we still speak Swahili? After all, I studied this hard when I read Principal Ajinbad's manuscript." Andy held his forehead. Regarding this matter, he really said Thanks to Dumbledore, he turned to look at the President of the International Confederation of Wizards - he and Bagman were checking Ollivander's wand: "I have never used Veela hair myself. I I feel that a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful... However, everyone has their own preferences, and since it suits you..."

This is Fleur's wand.

"I also find it novel and envious, but we also have our own unique way, right? Mr. Lawrence?" (Swahili) The Wagado student smiled brightly, and he also expressed his appreciation for the magical tradition of his country. Extremely passionate

"You're right, I'm jealous. Let's take a photo together?" (Swahili) Andy walked towards the middle of the twins, and then found that the three heads were connected to form a V: "Is it appropriate? It makes you look taller. Am I right? Do you know that you eat chemical fertilizers and pumpkin juice in the morning? No matter how long your neck is, you will spin around in circles."

"Fred, Hogwarts"

"Albus, the examination is over." Andy, the old wizard with two big light-colored eyes, had met him once - in Diagon Alley four years ago, when he searched through the entire room but couldn't find the wand. My own, it's really ridiculous now that I think about it, Dumbledore would actually take me through a formality.

"Oh oh oh oh, Fred, we have found the evil wizard's weakness." "Maybe he needs a transformation spell to raise his legs two inches" "Yes, George" "Just like this" Two Everyone squatted down together, and then one of them chanted half of the spell and twisted up from both sides of Andy like two electric eels: "Look George, you have become 1.9 meters." "Awesome, you are [-] meters tall." Too."

"I'm almost 1.7 meters tall, you two are childish-"

() is a quiet voice

"You are short" ("The first project is the fire dragon.")

("But we don't know the rules.") "You don't need to compete to be the champion."

"The short champion is angry" ("Be sure to pay attention to the danger, our dad said something is wrong in this competition.")

("Save yourself first, worry about the game later.") "Ah, I'm scared Fred."

"Why George, what are you afraid of." ("Think of Wendy, still waiting for you.")

("I guarantee she'll remember.") "Afraid of him hitting me on the knee."

The two of them started to laugh. The other students were too scared to laugh and were holding back their laughter. Bagman glared at them.

When the twins were twisting Andy's shoulders, one side laughed wildly, and the other side alternately spoke in an almost inaudible voice. Andy nodded to express his gratitude, and then said: "You are finished, wait for me to do something evil in the game."

"Wand test completed Dumbledore." After finishing speaking, Ollivander walked to the window - he seemed to be waiting for something.After the warriors crowded around and made the sitting and standing postures they had reluctantly rehearsed for a long time, the Daily Prophet finally let them go. After this, Andy wanted to go up and meet the warriors from other schools. After communicating with each other, he found that except for the "classmate from another school" and the Weasley twins, everyone else avoided him.

Andy shrugged and planned to sneak into the Forbidden Forest to see how many fire dragons Hogwarts had imported, but Olivan stopped him.Andy was in a state of confusion. Who knew what the staff master wanted to do with him—did he hear that he was going to blow up his shop?

"I remember you." Garrick Ollifan: "Your wand was the only one I ever made that was destroyed without being held in the hands of the wizard who belonged to it. That wand was made of unicorn hair. A cored wand, child."

"Ah... thank you." Andy was already a little frustrated and he didn't want to talk anymore.

"It is a sensitive and very beautiful unicorn. I was almost kicked to death by it when I was plucking its tail hair - of course it has a wonderful connection with you, right?" The old man raised his hand and stretched out his hand to Andy. Go, Andy didn't want others to see the sin on his hands, so he shrank back in a panic.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ollivander held his hand: "No matter how you separate this connection, you will always meet. Its blood is helping you not to be eroded by black magic, and it is protecting you, but its ability Limited, right? Neither it nor you can bear the consequences of the Unforgivable Curse any longer."

"Yes, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry." Andy kept apologizing, because he knew that he had no way to refuse those spells, and he didn't even have the right to say no.