Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"It's time for you to check your wand, Mr. Ken."

"Okay, Professor..."

After looking at her watch, Avada nodded and expressed her gratitude to the bald professor with a big beard, then packed up her things and walked in with a group of Durmstrangs and a small number of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons fifth-year students. Under the watchful eyes of the students, he left the professor and rushed to the principal's office on the highest floor of the castle.

As the selection of warriors comes to an end, students from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have finally officially entered Durmstrang's classroom. And since there are very few students who can become warrior candidates at the age of fifth grade, the few scattered heads naturally become the objects of onlookers in the class, and Avada, who has been selected to become a warrior, is even more... This is the most eye-catching one - the most direct consequence of this is that he was called up to answer almost half of the professor's questions in the entire class...

Hopefully this situation will improve over time.

Soon, Avada, who had spent the whole night familiarizing herself with the map of Durmstrang Castle, rushed to the door of the principal's office. Viktor Krum had already stood at the door early, with Ludo Bagman standing next to him, while Fleur didn't seem to have come over yet - but strangely, their expressions were slightly unnatural, The distance between them is also a little farther.

'Oh, by the way, I heard that Krum and Bagman had a fight at the Quidditch World Cup...'

Avada suddenly remembered something else.

"Ah, here comes the second warrior!"

Seeing that someone was finally able to come over to ease the awkward atmosphere, Bagman immediately showed a warm smile, said hello to Avada, and then explained to him: "The three principals and Mr. Crouch are inside Wait - but according to tradition, the wand checks of the three warriors should be carried out at the same time, so we have to wait for the last warrior to arrive before we can open the door and go in..."

"I understand, Mr. Bagman."

Avada nodded to express understanding, and looked at Krum next to her. After saying hello, she said nothing more and quietly waited for the last warrior.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

Perhaps wanting to continue to lighten the atmosphere, Bagman took the initiative to speak after being quiet for a while: "I will conduct separate interviews with you this afternoon. You need to come to my office - on the second day of the interview." Building, on the far west side, the second door next to the staircase is..."

"Sorry, it seems I'm late."

Suddenly, a female voice speaking broken English interrupted. Fleur Delacour's figure rose from the corridor little by little, and finally came to the three of them.

"Everyone has finally arrived."

Ludo Bagman smiled at her, then turned around and knocked on the dark wooden door a few times: "Then this also means that we can finally start. The wand is being tested... Professor Karkaroff, could you please open the door."

The door to the principal's office was immediately opened, revealing a spacious and bright room. Unlike Dumbledore's weird office, Karkaroff's office reveals a "standard" magnificence, whether it is the bookshelves, carpets, huge fireplace or the exquisite utensils on the table. The only eye-catching thing is the huge window opposite the door, through which you can easily overlook the large lake outside Durmstrang and the grassland next to it that is still green even in November.

"The warriors are finally here."

The other four referees from the competition have already been sitting here early, and it seems that they have been waiting for them. In addition, there is a fifth person sitting in this room - an old man who looks a little frail. He was wearing an animal skin coat, which looked like it was hanging on a clothes rack. Moreover, his face was frighteningly thin, and his eye frames were deep-set, but the eyes embedded inside were sparkling and he looked energetic.

Karkaroff stood up first and smiled at the four people and explained: "Detecting wands is an essential part of the Triwizard Tournament - first, because we have to check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition. After all, In the following competitions, the wand will be your most important equipment; secondly, in order to prevent cheating, adding various small functions to the wand is a common method used by many people..."

"In order to ensure the authenticity and fairness of the test results, I specially invited Mr. Grigovitch to preside over this inspection. I think his name does not require any introduction from me..."

"You are exaggerating, Professor Karkaroff."

The thin old man, Grigovitch, the wand master with the same name as Ollivander, stood up and walked straight to the three warriors at the door: "Then, I need to test your wands in turn. Please check your wands." Take out your wand... Let's start with you first, I remember your name is... Viktor Krum, right?"

"Oh, this is my work...hornbeam wood, containing the heart chords of the fire dragon, right?"

He looked at the wand with some joy: "Much thicker than what people usually see...very stiff...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol being fired, and a flock of birds fluttered out from the wand head and flew out of the open window into the pale sunlight.

"Pretty good."

Grigovitch returned the wand to Krum, and then took Fleur's wand from her hand. He looked at it carefully for a while, taking a lot longer than the previous wand: "Nine and a half inches... very elastic... maple... Veela hair?"

"That's my grandmother's hair."

Fleur smiled.

"Then this must be the best wand for you, little girl."

Gregorovich smiled and tried a few spells, then changed the wand back: "Veela hair wands are usually a little too sensitive, but if they can meet a driver who has the same mind and even blood, it will It’s a completely different scene…eh?”

As he spoke, he took the wand handed over by Avada. After just touching it, his brows suddenly twisted: "This wand..."

"What's wrong?"

Avada was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered the situation when she chose the wand. He glanced at Dumbledore quietly again - his expression was indeed also a little subtle.

"Very...weird."

Grigovitch looked as if he had swallowed a lemon: "It's weird that I've never seen before, a state between owner and ownerless, but the reason for not completely recognizing the owner is not Due to the resistance of this wand, on the contrary, it has been trying its best to cooperate with its master, but..."

He seemed to be trying to organize words to express his inner feelings, but seemed to give up again. After being silent for a while, he raised his head: "Looking at the style, it should be Ollivander's product...Ten and three-quarters Inches, acacia wood, phoenix feathers, right?”

"That's right."

Avada nodded and took the wand handed back by Grigovitch - he felt that the old man seemed to be avoiding his gaze.