Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Ludo, I want to find someone to chat with before everything starts." Rita Skeeter fiddled with her glasses and straightened her proud parts, "Single interview, you know

Yes, this is my habit."

"Okay, no problem, but you have to hurry up." Ludo Bagman looked at the watch on his hand, "Mr. Ollivander is ready."

"It's you, Harry Potter." Rita seemed to have prepared her target a long time ago. Before it was Harry's turn to object, she had already pulled him up and walked out of the house, as if she was in a hurry to do something.

prostitute.

Rita Skeeter was not good-looking, but her heavy make-up and slightly coquettish walk made Louis have to wonder whether this reporter from the Daily Prophet obtained information by selling his body.

"Stupid woman." Fleur muttered next to Louis, "The questions she asked had no bottom line at all. No reporter would ask about the family history of Veela blood."

Watching Harry walk out the door, Louis could only pray helplessly, wondering what kind of trouble would be in tomorrow's Daily Prophet.

I don't know how long it took, but when Louis thought that Harry was almost licked clean by Rita, the classroom door was opened again, and Dumbledore entered with Mr. Ollivander.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are almost ready to begin." Ludo Bagman led Mr. Ollivander to him, and the slightly older wand maker sat down by the window tremblingly.

"Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Ollivander, who will be responsible for inspecting the wand for this tournament to ensure it is in good condition before the tournament begins."

Ollivander waved to several contestants, and Louis discovered that the old man had aged a bit since meeting him in Diagon Alley two years ago.

Harry rushed back to the classroom at the last moment when the wand test was about to begin. He sat next to Louis, his eyes looking a little tired.

"Miss Delacour, please come forward." Ollivander greeted the only female among the warriors.

Fleur walked briskly and placed the wand in Mr. Ollivander's hand.

"9.25 inches, rosewood, not suitable for bending." Ollivander turned Fleur's wand, then his eyes paused as if he had discovered something good, and a little light appeared in his originally dim expression.

"Oh, my God, the core of this wand is..."

"Veela hair," Fleur continued, "comes from my grandma."

"Yes, Veela's hair is also one of the special wand cores." Ollivander said, "I personally never use it when making wands, because it is too sensitive and difficult to control."

He stroked the wand, as if checking for cracks on the surface. After a while, he waved Fleur's wand and muttered something.

Some flowers sprouted from the front of the wand, and he nodded approvingly: "Very good, in good condition."

Fleur took the wand from Ollivander's hand very politely. Then she raised her head towards Louis proudly.

"Mr. Krum, come on."

Victor Krum didn't say anything. He moved very quickly and quickly came to Ollivander.

"Well, that's right." Ollivander frowned, holding it to his ear and listening, "This is probably done by Grigovitch. He is very good, although his style is completely different from mine."

"Made of hornbeam wood, with a dragon's heart cord core, 10.25 inches, Grigovitch is truly a genius."

Ollivander waved his wand again, and there was a burst of gunfire and a string of sparks flying from the top.

"Not bad, not bad. It's just that this wand doesn't seem to be very obedient. Well, the fit is a bit weak, but that's not a problem."

Krum's eyes moved, but he remained silent and put his hands in his belt.

"Next, Mr. Potter, come on."

Harry stood up, walked past Krum, and handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Ah, yes, I did this." Ollivander gently stroked the phoenix feather wand, "It's like yesterday, I still remember it."

"11 inches, holly wood staff, phoenix feathers... Do you remember Dumbledore?"

Ollivander suddenly clicked on the Hogwarts principal, which made Harry beside him look a little confused.

There was some spring water coming out of the wand, and he returned it to Harry, saying that his wand was in excellent condition.

"Next, what I'm looking forward to very much... Ah, yes, Mr. Wiggins."

Louis took a deep breath. To be honest, he didn't know much about his own wand after two years. The only thing that was special was the core of his wand.

"How have you been these past two years? I look forward to meeting you very much." Ollivander smiled and motioned for him to take out his wand.

"Very good, Mr. Ollivander." Louis handed over the wand. He had never told anyone the secret of his wand.

"Ah, what a beautiful work, it is indeed a secret that I will never be able to understand in my life." He tremblingly touched the lines on the wand, as if he was admiring the most precious thing.

"The vine is 12.25 inches long. The key is, the horns of the basilisk." Ollivander smashed his mouth, his expression seemed intoxicated. It wasn't until Louis coughed twice that he came back to his senses.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Ollivander expressed his apology, and then examined the wand carefully.

"I can feel that it has completely surrendered to you, and the fit between you and it has reached perfection. This is very good, Mr. Wiggins." He reluctantly returned the wand to Louis.

"As far as I know, this wand can allow the wizard's potential and magic to be unleashed to the greatest extent, but if it is controlled by ordinary people, unexpected disasters may occur."

"Of course, it still has many secrets that I don't know yet, and no one knows what will happen after it is perfectly matched with it." Ollivander warned, and then he took it from his pocket as if he remembered something.

He took out a thin notebook and handed it to Louis.

"My father has been studying this wand all his life. These are some conclusions he has made through his investigation. I will hand it over to you now." Ollivander said.

Louis nodded and put the notebook in his arms. Facing the slightly surprised expressions of Fleur and Harry, as well as the usually cold and expressionless Krum, he couldn't help but look at them more.

Of course, Krum's eyes were mostly focused on his wand.

Rita Skeeter, who was sitting in the back, was quickly jotting down something on a piece of paper, as if she had discovered some incredible news.

Louis did not stop him, and everyone knew about his special wand core, at least in the Ministry of Magic, basically everything that could be known was known.

"Okay, everyone, the wand test is over." Dumbledore stood up and announced, "If you want to leave, you can leave now."

"Wait a minute, Dumbledore, we need to take a group photo." Ludo Bagman stopped him, "What do you think, Rita?"

"Ah, right." Rita said quickly, she stood up, "Okay, let's take a group photo first, and then take a single photo."

Her eyes kept looking at Louis and Harry. These two Hogwarts warriors were a huge source of news to her.

After everything was over, Rita wanted to drag Louis and Harry to do an interview. Under his influence, Louis pushed Harry to Rita alone, and sneaked out through another street alone.

He left, leaving Harry alone with this woman looking at each other.