Chapter 167

Maka, who has become an Animagus form, is naturally not to eavesdrop on the dialogue between Harry and Hermione. What he was watching was moody, hidden behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful because Moody's artificial eye was not simple.

According to the information Maka learned, the magic eye, which claims to be able to see through all objects, is likely to be made by the world-famous alchemy master Nick LeMay.

Maka is not sure whether Animagus deformation can deceive the strange looking false eye.

Just now, Hermione did not speak clearly about Sirius in order to be cautious. But because Harry couldn't turn his head, he finally exposed some information to moody, who was secretly watching.

But this is not important for Marca, because Harry and Hermione deliberately lowered their voices when they mentioned him. Judging from Moody's distance, they must not be heard.

As long as you don't expose yourself, everything else is small.

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo."

Rita Skeeter's big curly hair was refined and exaggerated by her. Although it can be seen that she has high requirements for appearance and has been carefully matched up and down, it is strange to others.

On the bridge of her nose was a pair of Jeweled glasses, thick and fat fingers holding an alligator skin handbag, and her nails were two inches long and painted red.

Whether she was talking or not, her eyes were sharp. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione and Marca, as if she was habitually looking for the most suitable manuscript material.

Finally, she fixed her eyes on Marca.

"Before we start, can I have a word with Mr. McLean?" she asked bagman, but her eyes were still firmly fixed on Marca. "The warrior who made a big noise at the Quidditch World Cup final, and he was so young... You know... To add some color to the article."

"This..." bagman hesitated and looked at Maka, a little unsure.

Speaking, bagman may be the only person who doesn't care about the world cup farce at all.

Before joining the sports department of the Ministry of magic, he was a very popular Quidditch hitter in the Wimbledon Hornets in the 1980s. The reason why he is so popular is largely because of his happy stadium image.

Now, he is still like that in the Ministry of magic. He often doesn't fit in with other people in the Ministry of magic.

However, Maka's strength is beyond doubt. Bagman is not stupid - well, his character is a little stupid, but even he can't see Maka as an ordinary student.

In the current situation, he also had to take into account Maka's opinions.

"Well... I don't have any problem," bagman said. "But - Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

"Great," said Rita Skeeter, and her bright red claw like fingers grabbed Marca's arm as if to pull him away.

But Maka slapped the claw away impolitely.

"I haven't investigated the report of the last World Cup. If you want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what authority is." Maka glanced at her expressionless and said in a voice that only she could hear, "... Or do you really want to go to the abuse magic office?"

"You -" Rita Skeeter's expression immediately froze. She touched the back of her hand hit by Marca and said with a dry smile, "Oh - ha ha, I suddenly feel that a rigorous and traditional manuscript can better highlight the historical accumulation of the competition!"

"Yes, I think that's right," Marca nodded casually. "Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Under Marca's invisible threat, Rita had to sit down in her chair. Although she looked at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least she didn't dare to move any more.

While waiting for Dumbledore to come, Marca and bagman talked about Quidditch one by one, and Harry came together from time to time. Next to Harry, Hermione looked at Marca every minute.

She has too much to say to Marca, but now is obviously not the time.

In fact, it was not long before Dumbledore arrived, accompanied by an old wizard with great spirit.

The four warriors sat down in the chairs by the door and looked at the velvet table in front of them. There were four of the five judges - Professor Orson, Mrs. maxim, Mr. crouch and Ludo bagman.

Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. She subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knee, and smacked the tip of her shorthand quill pen. But after completing this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the pen holder of the feather pen in person instead of letting the feather pen write automatically.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander," Dumbledore said to the warriors as he sat down on the bench. "He's going to check your wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game."

Three years ago, in Diagon Alley, it was the old wizard with a pair of light and big eyes who let Maka get his first wand. At the moment, he was standing quietly by the window and nodded casually to everyone.

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

Hibiscus walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Well..." Ollivander narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.

Like playing with a baton, he let the wand rotate between his slender fingers, and the wand emitted many pink and gold sparks.

Then he put his wand close to his eyes and looked at it again for a moment.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... Very strong... Made of maple... It contains... Oh, my God..."

"It contains a beautiful baby's hair," said Furong. "It's my grandmother's hair."

"So, hibiscus really has a part of Meiwa blood!" Harry couldn't help thinking so.

He wanted to keep that in mind and go back and tell Ron... But then he remembered that Ron didn't talk to him now.

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I have never used Meiwa's hair myself. I think the wand made of Meiwa's hair is too sensitive and capricious... But everyone has his own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander stroked his wand with his fingers, apparently checking for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered, "orchids are in full bloom!"

A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

"Good, good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, folding the flowers and handing them to Hibiscus with his wand.

"Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Hibiscus walked back to her seat. As she passed Hermione, their eyes crossed.

"Oh, it's my product, isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander was obviously much more excited when Hermione handed over the wand, "Yes, I remember very clearly. There is a very complete dragon nerve in it. It is stable, strong and powerful. It is ten and three-quarters of an inch, made of grapevine and dense... It's in good condition... You must be taking care of it very carefully, aren't you?"

Mr. Ollivander waved a string of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. McLean, it's your turn."