harry potter book of crimes

"...Mr. Maclean, it's your turn." Ollivander returned the wand in his hand to Hermione and said to Maka at the same time.

Maka stood up from her seat, took out her wand and handed it over.

"Oh, yes, yes, I still remember you coming to my store to buy this..." Ollivander said subconsciously, but when he took Maka's wand, he was stunned.

"This... this... this is a wand?" he said incredulously, "Who made the wand?"

Mr. Ollivander's surprised expression aroused everyone's interest, and everyone looked curiously at the wand in his hand.

From the outside, this slightly reddish wand is indeed quite strange.

Its stick body has only undergone the roughest polishing, and has not even been painted or waxed. It is just so rough and rough in front of everyone.

Not to mention the various carved shapes like other wands. It is straight and bare from the tip to the handle. If Maka hadn't taken it out, anyone would have thought it was just a thinned one.

Wooden stick.

Maka had already expected Ollivander's reaction. He shrugged and said nonchalantly: "As for the wand, it's enough that it can be used... I made it myself."

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes began to shine, except for Mr. Ollivander, Harry, and Hermione.

In the global magic world, the craft of making wands has always been monopolized by a limited number of families. Normally, if everyone wants to buy a wand, they have to go to those stores.

Needless to say, this is definitely a rare craft that can last a lifetime.

"Did you make it yourself?" Mr. Ollivander was extremely surprised. He widened his eyes and said, "But I can't tell whose style it is from this wand... who passed it on to you?"

Where’s the craft?”

Maka waved her hand and said: "Mr. Ollivander, you should check the wand as soon as possible! Harry is still waiting!"

"Oh - okay," Ollivander nodded helplessly, then raised the wand in his hand to examine it carefully, "Hmm... Scots pine wood, the length should be a little more than ten and a quarter inches, no.

Very precise specifications..."

Suddenly, Ollivander paused, and then exclaimed again: "Oh! God - this wand core... this feeling... could it be -"

"Yes, that's the dementor's spinal nerve." Maka nodded calmly.

As you can imagine, everyone in this small classroom was astonished. After all, no one expected that there was such a terrifying thing hidden in Maka's wand.

"Can the spinal nerves of dementors be used to make the core of a wand?" Madam Maxime looked surprised and confused. She subconsciously looked towards Dumbledore.

"I'm more concerned about another thing - Dementors can be destroyed, I know this. But..." Mr. Bagman asked doubtfully, "But don't they all dissipate after death?"

"That's just because the Patronus Curse had some kind of reaction with the dementors..." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said softly, "As for the problem of the core of the wand... I don't know much about it, I guess Mr. Ollivander

Can he answer our doubts - he is the expert in this regard."

"Principal Dumbledore...if you had asked me before today, I would definitely not know," Ollivander spread his hands helplessly and said, "You know, before this, no one had ever used Dementors.

The spinal nerves are used to make the rod core material - at least I haven't heard of it."

He raised the wand again, looked at it a few more times, and then continued: "But today I experienced it personally - the core of this wand is very sensitive... extremely sensitive! Believe me, you can use this wand well.

There are not many wizards, and it is very picky about its owners. However, this is still a good wand!"

"Although its appearance is very rough, the production process is very particular. Moreover, it seems to have used some unique techniques to maintain the stability when casting the spell..."

"But I have to say, if you want to fully utilize the power of this wand, I have to say - it is suitable for casting black magic."

This word always makes people very uncomfortable, and it reminds people of many bad things. But fortunately, Maka is now considered to be from Durmstrang - where black magic has always been very tolerant.

Ollivander waved his wand, and a cloud of gray mist floated up in front of him, then dissipated on the roof.

"The accuracy is a bit problematic, but... it's not bad. It's a very powerful wand." He handed the wand back to Maka and nodded, "You can make a wand at this age. I believe you must have spent a lot of money.

A lot of energy goes into it!”

Maka agreed: "Yes, this is a craft that requires knowledge accumulation, and I did spend a lot of time on it."

"Keep persevering, this is a road that will never end." Ollivander encouraged, then raised his head and shouted, "Then, the last one...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, passed Maka, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander. He also handed over his wand.

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

Mr. Ollivander also spent a lot of time examining Harry's wand, and unlike when he examined Maka's wand just now, he spent the time in surprise - he examined it very carefully.

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.

"Thank you everyone," Dumbledore said, standing up next to the referee's table, "Now you can go back to class - maybe it would be more convenient to go directly to eat, since they will end get out of class soon -"

Everyone stood up and prepared to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo!" Bagman shouted excitedly, "The referee and the warrior will take a photo together. What do you think, Rita?"

"Um - okay, let's take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, and she said a little unwillingly, "Maybe I'll take some single photos later."

Taking pictures took a long time.

No matter where she stood, Madame Maxime blocked others. Moreover, the room was too small, so the photographer could not stand very far away and take her into the shot.

Finally she sat down and everyone else stood around her - yes, it was like taking a family photo called "Mom and Her Children."

Neither Harry nor Hermione were interested in this, they just stood there and posed casually.

The photographer seemed particularly eager to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter kept catching up and pulling Harry into a more prominent position.

As for Maka, he stood at the side with an expressionless face, and no one asked him to move or anything.

When Rita Skeeter wanted to take a few solo photos of the warriors one by one, Maka simply walked away - he didn't have time to waste here.

In the end, Harry was pestered by Rita Skeeter for a long time. When he went to the Great Hall to have dinner and then walked listlessly upstairs to the dormitory, he met Ron.

"You have an owl." As soon as Harry walked in, Ron pointed at Harry's pillow and said bluntly.

There, a school barn owl was waiting for him.

"Oh - okay," said Harry.

After Ron finished speaking, he walked out of the room without even looking at Harry.

For a moment, Harry considered whether to chase him out - he couldn't figure out whether he wanted to talk to Ron or beat him up, both of which seemed very attractive.

However, Sirius' reply was too tempting.

Harry strode over to the Barn Owl, untied the letter from its feet, and laid it flat on the bed.

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Harry:

I can't speak freely in the letter, it would be too dangerous if the owl were intercepted - we need to talk in person. Can you promise to wait for me alone by the fire in Gryffindor Tower at one o'clock in the morning on November 22nd?

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself, and I don't think anyone can hurt you as long as you are with Dumbledore and Moody.

However, it seems that someone is trying their best to make such an attempt - signing you up to participate in the competition is very risky, especially doing it under Dumbledore's nose.

Be careful, Harry.

If anything unusual happens, I still hope you will write to me and tell me. If there is an emergency, go to Maca for help.

If you can make the appointment on November 22, please let us know as soon as possible.

Sirius

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For the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione waited for that day to arrive.

Harry felt a certain spiritual support from his godfather, who was like the only bright spot on the dark horizon.

Hermione always felt that she might be able to get some important clues from Sirius.

…

Not to mention Harry and Hermione, at least Maka had a very "fulfilling" life in the past two weeks.

Not only did he have to monitor Moody's movements from time to time, he also had to continue his various magical research in his spare time.

Especially after personally experiencing the Cruciatus Curse last time, he has been trying to use Phoenician runes to simulate the magical effect that shakes the soul. If he can succeed, then he may be able to find the key to unlocking the emotional blockade.

However, there is no progress so far.

Then, he had to feed the Acromantula spiderlings regularly and quantitatively, and occasionally he had to go to the Forbidden Forest for a walk with them late at night.

When it comes to busyness, only Dumbledore can compare with him.

While everyone was busy doing their own thing, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was approaching day by day.