Chapter 251 - 251 Wand detection

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Wand detection

"Professor Dracula, this interview..." Rita Skeeter said unwillingly.

"Forget about the interview, I have an appointment with someone else." Dracula waved his hand casually, ignored her, and walked towards the steps on the side of the room.

Watching Dracula's figure disappear at the corner of the stairs, Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth unwillingly, suddenly reached into her crocodile leather handbag, and took out a long, dazzling green feather pen and a roll of parchment.

She spread the parchment on a table next to her, put the tip of the green feather pen into her mouth, sucked it for a while, and then placed the pen vertically on the parchment.

The feather pen tube stood upright on the tip of the pen, hanging in the air and trembling slightly, as if ready to write an article at any time.

"Check the status of the pen... My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet." She said.

Bagman, who was standing next to her, walked over curiously and looked down at the feather pen and the parchment.

As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, the green quill began to write with great speed, the tip of the pen gliding deftly across the parchment-

The charming blonde Rita Skeeter, now 43 years old, has used her unruly quill pen to expose many frivolous reputations...

"Great." Rita Skeeter laughed happily, tore off the first piece of parchment, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into her handbag.

"How can this pen make up lies as easily as you do?" Bagman commented, watching the scene with amazement.

"Ludo, if you can't speak, don't speak."

Rita Skeeter turned her head and glared at Ludo, then continued to tell the quill to write, "Next is... um, Dracula, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

Unlike before, this time the green quill hesitated for a long time before slowly moving across the parchment, writing the following words-

Professor Dracula, as the first re-elected professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in 30 years, is very legendary. But perhaps few people know that this professor's appearance is also so eye-catching;

This professor is very low-key, and it is definitely a great loss to the magic world that he has such an outstanding image but is rarely known.

Although he was unwilling to be interviewed, after the author's indirect questioning, he still asked many questions...

Bagman stood by and looked at the handwriting written by the quill, and couldn't help but open his mouth in astonishment.

...

"Mr. Dracula, you're here just in time!"

In a room upstairs, an old wizard with two large light-colored eyes was sitting quietly by the window. When he saw Dracula coming, he stood up in surprise.

"I just sorted out the tools for checking the wand. It's just right. I've wanted to take another look at that spooky wooden wand for a long time." The old wizard's voice was vague, but the joy in it could not be concealed at all.

"Oh? I thought you only agreed to make this wand because you were forced to do so." Dracula chuckled, "Aren't you only willing to use dragon heartstrings, unicorn tail hair and phoenix tail feathers as wand cores, Mr. Garrick Ollivander?"

"Ah, that's different!" Ollivander shook his head, "The reason I set such a rule is just because these three wand cores are the most stable. However, the fit between your little finger bone and wood and the caster is unprecedented, which is obviously worth making an exception for me!"

Dracula curled his lips, just pretending that the wand maker who said "You've got the wrong person" was not him.

"Then help me take a look, I also want to know if this wand has changed after three years." Dracula handed over his wand that he had used for three years.

Ollivander carefully took the wand, placed it on a soft silk cushion on the table, and then put on single-frame glasses.

"Grimwood, powerful magical life bone as the wand core, thirteen and a half inches, completely black, hard body..." Looking at the wand, Ollivander murmured, "This is definitely one of the best works I have ever made!"

"What do you mean?" Dracula asked.

"Mr. Dracula, please look - Gloomy wood is the main material of this wand, which is extremely suitable for using necromancy and black magic. However, this wood also has its limitations, that is, it is difficult to use it to cast holy magic such as the Patronus Charm..."

Halfway through his words, Ollivander's voice suddenly got stuck.

All of this seemed to be linked together, pointing to a mysterious end.

...

When Dracula sorted out his thoughts and came downstairs again, he saw Ollivander seriously checking John Kowalski's wand.

"Well," Mr. Ollivander said, "a very well-made wand, it should be made by an excellent wand craftsman..."

He raised the wand, turned it over and over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"That's right... snake wood, the core is made of cat and leopard whiskers, right?" He glanced at John.

"Yes, it's the same material as my grandfather's wand, but his wand doesn't have a core." John nodded.

"No wand core?" Ollivander looked up at John in surprise, "Excuse me, I don't know any wand that can cast magic without a wand core..."

"Oh, don't doubt yourself, my grandfather didn't use that wand to cast magic." John laughed, "He was a Muggle!"

"Muggle?" Ollivander's eyes widened.

"Ahem... Mr. Ollivander, don't worry about this detail." Dumbledore, who came to the room as a referee, coughed twice and said, "Jacob, Mr. Kowalski's grandfather's wand, I gave it to him that year."

"Oh, Albus, this is..."

"It can be regarded as a souvenir. It seems that Mr. Kowalski's family likes that wand very much." Dumbledore smiled and motioned Ollivander to continue his work.

"I really don't understand what you did when you were younger..." Ollivander shook his head noncommittally, and looked at the wand again, "The most famous snakewood wand is of course Slytherin's, which is suitable for all kinds of profound magic..."

Dracula listened to Ollivander's words and looked at John's snakewood wand with interest.

He suddenly remembered that the snakewood wand used by Salazar Slytherin seemed to be brought to America by a descendant, and he didn't know where it was now.

"I personally have never used leopard whiskers as a wand core. I think wands made of leopard whiskers are too changeable..." Ollivander continued, "However, everyone has their own preferences. Since it suits you, it is also a wand core suitable for various spiritual magic."

"Twelve and a quarter inches, no wear...Okay, flocks of birds!"

The snakewood wand made a loud bang, like a pistol firing, and a group of birds flapped their wings and flew out of the wand head, flying into the pale sunlight from the open window.

"Very good," Mr. Ollivander smiled and handed the wand back to John, "and the last one...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, brushed past John, walked towards Ollivander, and handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," Ollivander's light-colored eyes suddenly flashed with extreme excitement, "Yes, yes... I remember it clearly, this is the wand made at the same time as that person, with two twin phoenix feathers..."

"That person?" Rita Skeeter suddenly raised her head from her manuscript.

Harry looked at Ollivander in panic and winked at him.

He had never told anyone that his wand and Voldemort's had the same core.

In fact, Harry liked his wand very much. In his opinion, the relationship between this wand and Voldemort's wand could not be blamed on it - just as he could not sever his kinship with Aunt Petunia.

However, he sincerely hoped that Mr. Ollivander would not tell the people in the room about this... If Ollivander revealed this secret, Rita Skeeter's shorthand quill would probably explode with excitement.

Ollivander seemed to understand Harry's expression, smiled knowingly, lowered his head and fell silent, carefully examining the wand.

Finally, he let a stream of wine spray out of the tip of the wand, then handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it in very good condition.

Rita Skeeter did not react, not knowing what Ollivander's words meant, and lowered her head in disappointment, continuing to secretly make up stories for Dracula.

However, Dracula saw the origin of the wand in Harry's eyes.

'In that case, Potter's wand might be of interest to Riddle? ' He thought.