Chapter 566

"Let me introduce you, Mr. Olivander." Dumbledore sat down at the referee table and said to the players, "he will check your wand to make sure they are in good condition before the start of the game."

Harry's eyes were wide, but he looked at the old wizard quietly.

Harry was shocked. He had seen him before. He's a wand maker, and he bought his wand from him in Diagon Alley three years ago.

"Miss Dracula, please come out first." Said Mr. Olivander, standing in the middle.

Furong Dracula strides forward and gives him the wand.

"Well..." He pondered, his slender fingers twirling his wand like a baton. The wand sent out some pink and golden fire. Then he put it close to his eyes and observed it carefully.

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

"It uses MEWA's hair." Said hibiscus. "My grandmother's."

"That's right," said Mr. Olivander. "Yes, although I made my own wand without maiva's hair, it's still a very sensitive wand In any case, each has his own advantages, as long as it suits you... "

Mr Ollivander's fingers glided along the wand, apparently looking for scratches and bumps.

Later he mumbled, "orchids are in full bloom!"

A bunch of flowers bloomed on the top of the wand. "Good, good, working well." Mr. Olivander took out the flowers and gave them to Hibiscus with his wand.

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

Lotus quietly returns to her seat and smiles at Cedric.

"Ha, I made this wand, didn't I?" Mr. Olivander took Cedric's wand and became more enthusiastic. "Yes, I remember very well, because of a hair pulled from the tail of a particularly good male unicorn. The male unicorn was so powerful that I grabbed its tail, and it almost beat me to death with its horn. It's 12.25 inches long, elastic, good, working well. Do you rub it regularly? "

"It was only oiled last night." Cedric grinned. Harry looked down at his wand, the fingerprints were all over the place. He pinched the fullness in his knee and tried to wipe the wand clean. There are several golden sparks from its bottom.

Furong Dracula glanced at him very haughtily, and he did not dare to wipe it again.

Mr. Olivander sent out a string of silver smoke rings from Cedric's wand. Satisfied, he called out, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, bowed his head and bent his back, and sped toward oliphand. He drew out his wand, frowned, and stood, his hands in his robe pockets.

"Well." Mr. Olivander said, "if I'm not mistaken, it's made by Gryffindor. He's a good stick maker. Although his style is the same as mine... "

He raised his wand, put it in front of his eyes, and looked around very carefully.

"Yes, Carpinus Carpinus and dragon heartstrings?" He looked at Krum, and Krum nodded, "thicker than normal, quite stable, 10.25 inches Avis

The wand made of Carpinus sends out a gunshot, and a few chirping birds grow in its magic end. They fly out of the window and fly in the bright sunshine.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Krum. "Who is the last Mr. porter? "

Harry stood up, passed by Krum and went to Ollivander. He handed the wand.

"Ah, yes." Ollivander's dim eyes brightened. "Yes, yes, I remember."

Harry also remembers that it seemed like yesterday

Four years ago, on his 11th birthday, Hagrid took him to Olivander's to buy his wand. Ollivander measured him and gave him some wands. After he tried it, he thought the wands in the shop were almost the same. It was only at the end of the day that he found a magic wand suitable for him. It was made of Holly wood, 11 inches long, and contained a feather from the tail of a Phoenix. It was so harmonious with him that he was surprised.

"It's amazing," he said It's amazing. "

Harry asked him where he was. Oliphand explained that the feather on the wand was pulled from the Phoenix who had absorbed the magic essence of Voldemort's wand.

Harry didn't tell anyone about the secret. He liked the wand very much. In his opinion, the relationship between it and Voldemort's wand was inevitable, just as it was with Aunt Petunia.

He really hoped that Olivander would not tell the people in the room about it. If he did, Harry was amused to think that Rita Skeeter might explode in excitement.

(if Harry knew how Rita Skeeter would describe him now, I don't think Harry would laugh.)

Ollivander took a long time to examine the wand. At last, a fountain of wine came out of the wand. He returned it to Harry and said it was in excellent working condition."Thank you very much." Dumbledore stood up. "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner because they're ready to finish -"

after some serious work today, Harry got up to go, and the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagmond exclaimed excitedly. "How do you like it, Rita?"

"Well, take a picture first." Said Rita Skeeter, staring at Harry again.

"And then take some more single photos."

For a long time. No matter where Mrs. Maxim stands, she always blocks others. The photographer has to stand far away to get her picture, but the room is too small, so she has to let other people stand and sit.

Kakarov kept twisting his goatee, trying to curl it up a little. Krum, half hidden, stood behind the crowd. Harry thought he was used to this kind of thing for a long time. The photographer seemed to like to let Hibiscus stand in front of him, but every time Rita Skeeter would rush up and pull Harry to the eye-catching position.

She also insisted on taking individual pictures of the players.

Finally, we can go.

Harry went to dinner. Ron wasn't there. I guess Ron's still sulking at the indifference.

After dinner alone, he went back to the Gryffindor tower, thinking about the extra homework that had to be done for the summoning class.

In the dormitory, he met Ron.

"There's an owl waiting for you." As he went in, Ron said, pointing to Harry's pillow. The school eagle is waiting for him there.

"Oh." Said Harry.

"Tomorrow night we have Snape's Dungeon closed." After Ron said that, he walked away without looking at Harry. At that moment, Harry really wanted to chase him out. He didn't know whether he wanted to talk to him or beat him, but both ideas were very attractive. Of course, Sirius' reply is more attractive. He went to the barn eagle, took the letter and opened it.

Harry, there are some things that are not easy to explain in the letter. To be honest, I should go back immediately after such a thing happened, but the work here is really hard to get away from Those vampires, we have to chase out of the UK and investigate them all over Europe.

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself.

You stay with Dumbledore and Moody's, and van Lin. Although it seems that I am very weak, but, in Fanlin's side, far more than you stay in my side to the security

Harry doesn't quite understand what this means, but it's just because of the world cup?

Isn't Fanlin still recovering?

In fact, Fanlin has recovered completely about a week ago. If there is a professor in the school who duels with van Lin, even if van Lin doesn't use the Sorcerer's stone, these professors should consider their own strength.

During the holidays, van Lin passed Sirius' training for him in a very short time, which was more than ordinary Auror's training.

And, of course, fighting is common.

In fact, Harry knew so much about his friend.

Harry shook his head and banished the strange idea.

Sirius is right. Now there are three powerful wizards with him. One of them is in the same bedroom with him.

However, there is no way for them to take part in any inexplicable three witches' fighting contest instead of themselves

Names are magical, and God knows what bad things will happen if he disobeys the will of the Goblet of fire.

Sirius's letter continued: but it's bad that the man can sign up for you in Dumbledore's eyes.

I need to meet with you. How about next Sunday, when I should be able to make time.

You'll call van Lim and we'll meet in the public lounge in Gryffindor. You have to make sure when the lounge will be empty through the flying road network. After all, the less people we are going to discuss, the better.

Please give me a definite time as soon as possible and look forward to your reply.

This is the end of Sirius' letter.

As Sirius said, it's hard for them to explain in detail what they're thinking through these crude letters.

With flofen, that's exactly what Harry expected. Maybe he could leave Hogwarts for a short time and then visit Sirius' house.

Skeptical Hogwarts is not a place to relax.

As for the time, it's easy to decide.

As a matter of fact, if there is no activity, there are only four of them left in the Gryffindor lounge by about ten o'clock in the evening, or maybe Neville will be shut out occasionally because he forgot his password.

This is what we are used to. We have to change a new password every semester, and Neville's memory is a matter of no mention.

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