Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 311 Checking the Magic Wand

Seeing Tiera's expression, Harry instantly calmed down and followed Tiera's example, keeping his lips pursed and saying nothing no matter how hard Rita Skeeta tried to persuade him.

Rita Skeeta was so angry that she gritted her teeth and at the same time had to be careful to smile——

It would be hard for her to use force on two fourteen-year-old wizards in public.

Especially when one of them is the savior of the British wizarding world, and the other is the famous writer, the adopted son of Gilderoy Lockhart——

Yes, Rita Skeeta recognized Tiera when she saw Tiera's severed hand.

Although there are rumors that the relationship between Gilderoy Lockhart and his adopted son is not very close, Rita Skeeta has to look at the pope instead of the cardinal. In the absence of a particularly powerful person,

Driven by profit, Rita Skeeta could only endure it for the time being.

The whole classroom instantly fell into an awkward and silent atmosphere, until——

A tall old man walked down the stairs on the second floor,

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter said loudly, looking very happy——

"How are you?" she said, standing up and extending a manly hand to Dumbledore, "Have you read my summer article about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference?"

"No." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Really? I don't believe it." Rita Skeeta asked, still smiling, "I remember I specially sent a copy to you, how could you not see it?"

"Oh, that must have been taken care of by Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore responded with a smile, "I went to visit an old friend all summer, so I didn't read your article, but I think it must have been

I will ask Professor McGonagall to handle any unimportant things or unimportant letters for me."

Tiera saw Rita Skeeta's smile visibly stiffened, but she continued to say without shame:

"I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there -"

"I would love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita." Dumbledore interrupted politely with a smile, "but I'm afraid we will have to discuss this issue later, as the wand testing ceremony is about to begin.

"

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his hand and motioned for several warriors to sit on the chairs in the center of the classroom.

Following Dumbledore were several other referees——

Barty Crouch, who looked like a fool, Madame Maxime, who stared at Tiera fiercely, and Igor Karkarov, who looked around but didn't dare to look at Tiera.

After Harry saw Dumbledore appear, he immediately sat on some benches in the center of the classroom, followed closely by Tiera.

Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum had already taken their seats.

"I remember last Sunday that I hoped you would come to my office to see me before nine o'clock on Monday morning." Just as Tiera sat down, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Why didn't you come?

"

"Oh, my God," Tiera said, "I must have forgotten."

Then he imitated Dumbledore’s tone just now and said——

"But I'm sure it's not something important."

Dumbledore:......

He raised his hand heavily and put it down gently.

"No, this is very important." Dumbledore said, "After you finish checking your wand, come to my office."

"Tsk..." Tiera pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Okay."

Ever since she knew that Dumbledore might have thrown her name into the Goblet of Fire, Tiera became a little too lazy to see Dumbledore——

My waistcoat is almost falling off, so why should I act?

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." After everyone was done, Dumbledore said loudly to several warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

At this time, an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes quietly walked down from the second floor of the classroom. As he walked, he smiled and nodded to the four warriors.

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

Fleur Delacour walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Well..." he said.

He rotated the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he put the wand close to his eyes and held it carefully.

"That's right," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...and contains...oh, my God..."

"Contains a Veela hair," Fleur said. "It's my grandma's hair."

"That's why I said last Sunday that she had to use her butt to make my life worse than death." At this time, Tiera whispered to Harry in a tone that was obviously a whisper but could be heard by everyone.

Tiera's words instantly attracted everyone's attention——

Dumbledore sighed helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows.

Fleur Delacour and Madame Maxime glared at each other, while others looked at Tiera in surprise——

I don't seem to understand why a little wizard like Tiera can say such things.

"What...what do you mean?" Simple Harry didn't understand the metaphor.

"Hehehe..." Tiera smiled, "It's nothing."

Fleur Delacour glared at Tiera angrily, but made no move.

"Yes..." Mr. Ollivander continued, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think a wand made of Veela hair is too sensitive and willful... However, everyone

Everyone has their own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking for scratches and bruises. Then, he whispered: "Orchids are blooming!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

"Very good, very good, in good condition." Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, slumped his round shoulders, and walked toward Mr. Ollivander listlessly with splayed feet.

He thrust his wand away and stood frowning, his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Well..." Mr. Ollivander said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a product of Gregorovitch. He is an excellent wandmaker, although I don't quite like his style...but

…”

He raised his wand, turning it over and over before his eyes, examining it carefully.

"That's right...hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum——

Krum nodded.

"Much thicker than one usually sees...very stiff...ten and a quarter inches...flock of birds!"

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol being fired, and a flock of birds flapped their wings and flew out from the wand head, flying through the open window into the faint sunlight.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back to Krum, "And...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, passed by Krum, walked towards Mr. Ollivander, and handed over his wand.

"Aha, yes!" Mr. Ollivander said, his light-colored eyes suddenly flashing with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Harry also had fresh memories, as if everything happened yesterday...

That summer three years ago, on his eleventh birthday, it was also the day after he first met Tiera...

Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than the others -

Finally, he caused a stream of wine to squirt from the wand, then handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it to be in excellent condition.

"Then...the last one...Mr. Lockhart." Mr. Ollivander said——

Tiera stepped forward, pulled out the wand transformed by "Crazy Walker", and handed it to Ollivander.

"Huh?" Ollivander made a surprised sound.

The remaining two updates will be posted this afternoon. I would like to ask for monthly tickets and recommendations.