Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Of course, Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said as he walked to the open space in the middle of the room, ready to start examining his wand.

"Okay, sir."

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

"Um..." he said.

Like a baton, he twirled the wand between his slender fingers, spewing pink and gold sparks. Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, looking carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...great strength...maple...with... oh my god..."

"Contains a veela's hair," Fleur said, "my grandmother's hair."

"That's right," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used veela hair myself. I think wands made of veela hair are too sensitive and wayward... but everyone Have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

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

"Very good, very good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand. "It's your turn, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy walked over and handed Ollivander his wand.

"Let's see." Ollivander closed his eyes for a while and thought back, "This should be my work, ten inches, hawthorn, unicorn hair, right?" Ollivander opened his eyes then , rubbed the wand lightly with his hand, and flicked it with his finger, making a slight tremor and a few crackles, "I remember you gave me a big surprise, didn't you, Mr. Malfoy ?"

Without waiting for Malfoy to reply, Ollivander waved his wand to himself and muttered to himself, "The wind is blowing!"

A small hurricane suddenly seemed to blow in the originally quiet room, causing confusion. The portraits hanging around the walls were blown to and fro by the wind, almost falling. The parchment on the table was blown everywhere. , and some floated to the ceiling.

"Uh, sorry, back to normal!" Ollivander waved his wand again, and then the scattered parchments returned to their original positions neatly.

"Very well maintained, Mr. Malfoy, the wand is the second life of a wizard, 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 his wand over.

"Hasn't Ron lost his life already?" Harry was wandering around at this time, thinking in a mess that he remembered that his good friend once broke his wand. It was in the second grade when they opened fly to school in Mr. Weasley's car.

Then Ollivander checked Krum's wand, hornbeam, which contained the chordae tendineae of the dragon's heart, and was much thicker than a normal wand.

Different wandmakers have different styles. The work of this wand maker named Gregorovitch looks quite hardcore. Maybe it can be said that wizards in cold regions, due to weather and geography, etc. , forming a slightly aggressive folk customs and aggressive habits, so the style of the wand is also rough.

"Flock of birds!" Ollivander also experimented.

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol fire, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head, flapping their wings, and into the dim sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back 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 thinking about something with his head down and muttering to himself.

After going through the same process, the wands of the four warriors were finally detected.

"Can I go?" Furong asked, as if there was something urgent.

Gabriel was still in the carriage at this time, and Furong felt that she should accompany her more.

Her sister came to Hogwarts this time, and she should have come as a family member. Gabriel is not yet eleven years old and cannot enroll in Beauxbatons.

This leads to the problem that Gabriel's life will get boring.

Whether it's Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, the two schools that are not playing at home will actually encounter many inconveniences. For example, the students who come with the team will not all become warriors, and the number of places is limited. , and their homework problem is the first problem to be solved.

Durmstrang's solution to this seemed simple and rude, as long as the students who came with the team had made up their lessons before, so last vacation, these students had some hardships.

But Beauxbatons' solution is more gentle. Mrs. Maxime negotiated with Dumbledore earlier, and the students she brought could join the class with the students at Hogwarts. Come to school without delay, and learn some of the 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 as Furong was about to leave, Bagman said excitedly, "You may 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?" Furong repeated, subconsciously fiddling with her long hair like a waterfall, revealing her white teeth, and subconsciously smiled by the way. practiced.

As a woman who takes her own image very seriously, Fleur wants to make sure that she is the perfect moment when she appears in any photo.

"Yes, taking pictures, I think the principals must be very happy, right?" Ludo said.

At this time, Karkaroff had already started to trim his goatee to make it look smoother, and Madame Maxime immediately took care of her hairstyle to make them look as smooth as possible. Even Deng Blido also pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose to make it appear as positive as possible.

But in the end, it took the reporter a lot of effort to take the photo, because Madame Maxime was so tall that she would block the figures of several people almost no matter how she was photographed.

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