"Okay, sir."
Fleur Delacour walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.
"Well..." he said.
He twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks. Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.
"Nice," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... very strong...made of maple...contained... oh my god..."
"Contains a veela hair," said Fleur, "my grandma's hair."
"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are too capricious... But everyone has their own." own hobby, since it suits you..."
Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered: "Orchids in bloom!" and a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand tip.
"Very good, very good, in good shape," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur together with the wand. "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."
Malfoy walked over upon hearing this and handed Ollivander his wand.
"Let me see." Ollivander closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, "This should be my work, ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, right?" Ollivander then opened his eyes , gently rubbed the wand with his hand, and flicked it with his fingers, making a slight tremor and a few crisp sounds, "I still remember that you gave me a big surprise, right, Mr. Malfoy ?”
Before Malfoy could reply, Ollivander waved his wand on his own, and muttered to himself: "The wind is blowing!"
Suddenly, a small hurricane seemed to blow in the originally quiet room, causing a burst of chaos. The portraits hanging around the walls were blown upside down by the wind and almost fell off, and the parchment placed by the table was blown everywhere , and some even floated to the ceiling.
"Uh, sorry, it's back to normal!" Ollivander waved his wand again, and then the scattered parchments returned neatly to their original positions.
"It's very well maintained, Mr. Malfoy. The wand is the wizard's second life. I hope you will continue to love it in the future." Ollivander handed the wand back.
"Thank you for your advice." Malfoy responded politely, taking the wand over.
"According to this, hasn't Ron already lost his life?" Harry was wandering at this time, thinking in a mess. He still remembered that his good friend once broke his wand. It was in the second grade. Fly to school in Mr. Weasley's car.
Then Ollivander checked Krum's wand hornbeam wood, which contained the heart tendons of the dragon, and was much thicker than ordinary wands.
Different wand makers have different styles. The works of this wand maker named Gregorovich look quite hard-core. It may be said that wizards in cold regions, due to weather and geography, etc. , forming a slightly aggressive folk custom and aggressive habits, so the style of the wand is also rough.
"Flocks of birds!" Ollivander also experimented.
There was a loud bang of the hornbeam wand, like pistol fire, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, and through the open window into the pale sunlight.
"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing back his wand to Krum, "and one last... Mr. Potter."
"Mr. Potter, it's your turn..." Ollivander's voice brought Harry back to reality.
"Okay, okay." Harry came back to his senses, walked up to the wand master, and handed him his wand.
"Twin cores." While Ollivander was examining Harry's wand, Malfoy was also thinking about something with his head down, muttering to himself.
After going through the same process, the wands of the four warriors were finally tested.
"Can I go?" Fu Rong asked, as if there was something urgent.
Gabriel was still in the carriage at this time, and Fleur felt that she should spend more time with her.
Her younger sister came to Hogwarts this time, and she should have come as a family member. Gabriel is not yet eleven years old, so she cannot enroll in Beauxbatons.
This leads to a problem, Gabriel's life will become very boring.
Whether it is Beauxbaton or Durmstrang, the two schools participating as non-home games will actually encounter many inconveniences. For example, not all students who come with the team will become warriors, and the number of places is limited. , and their academic problems are regarded as a problem that must be solved first.
Durmstrang's solution to this was simple and rude. As long as the students who came with the team had made up their lessons before, these students had a bit of hard work last holiday.
But Beauxbaton's solution is more moderate. Mrs. Maxim had negotiated with Dumbledore earlier, and the students she brought could take classes with Hogwarts students. There will be no delay in classwork, and you can also learn some advantages of British magic education
Dumbledore also welcomed this.
But then Gabriel's poor sister would be very bored.
She couldn't even make it to first grade.
Just when Furong was about to leave, Bagman said excitedly: "You warriors may still need to delay some time, don't you want to leave some precious images of yourself before this grand event?"
"Do you want to take a photo?" Fu Rong repeated, subconsciously fiddled with her long hair, showing her white teeth, and subconsciously smiled. practiced.
As a woman who pays great attention to her own image, Fu Rong must ensure that she is the most perfect moment when she appears in any photo.
"Yes, taking pictures, I think the principals must be very happy too?" Ludo said.
At this time, Karkaroff had already started to tidy up his goatee to make it look smoother, and Madam Maxim also immediately took care of her hairstyle to make it look as smooth as possible. Even Deng Bullido also pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose to make it look as straight as possible.
But in the end, it took the reporter a lot of effort to take pictures, because Mrs. Maxim's figure is too tall, and almost no matter how she is photographed, she will block the figures of several people.