Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Seeing this, Shaw silently threw the manuscript in his hand, and the manuscript began to break into pieces, and then burned to ashes.

Then he turned his eyes to Rita, who was still in shock.

He wondered how she got the qualification to interview the champions of the championship?

Several warriors nearby had similar sad faces as Harry, and they were probably harmed by Rita's sarcastic and self-righteous interview.

Before Shaw could speak, Rita nodded and bowed flatteringly.

"My lord, those, those contents are just the first draft, yes, the first draft. I will definitely polish the contents related to you and Master Draco, and spread your great image to the public according to the truth."

Shaw thought about it, this is a beetle anima, who knows the private information of countless senior executives.

It's not surprising that he can rise again.

With Shaw's status, there was really no need to lower himself and argue with the other party. Although this person was extremely annoying, if used well, he could be a good verbal criticism pen.

In the eyes of the superiors, there was no like or dislike, only whether it was useful or not.

So he waved his hand and casually dismissed him.

"Leave Hogholtz and find Lucius."

Rita was terrified and was about to turn around and leave. Dumbledore smiled beside her.

"Ms. Rita, please wait. I still need you to record the wand test and take photos for a while. Ah, this is a rare opportunity to take pictures. I'm old and there won't be many opportunities to show off like this in the future."

Rita paused and looked at Shaw with a questioning look.

Shaw had no objection.

"Then stay. I don't want any exaggeration in the Daily Prophet tomorrow."

"No, no."

Rita was humble and nodded hurriedly.

She was actually a bitch. Before coming here, the editor-in-chief told her more than once that she should behave herself when she came to Hogwarts.

But when she saw so many celebrities, her occupational disease came back.

The referee's seat was covered with velvet.

The referees were already sitting, Karkaroff, Maxim, Bagman, Helena, Nekosev, Bagman.

Shaw randomly found an empty referee seat and sat down, not caring whether it was the center seat or not.

Opposite the referee's seat, there was a circle of seats, and the warriors from each school sat nervously.

Dumbledore introduced everyone to the referee's seat.

"Please allow me to introduce you, the famous wand maker, Mr. Ollivander.

He will check your wands to ensure that your wands are in good condition during the competition."

As one of the three major wand makers in Europe, Ollivander is still a little well-known, and few people here don't know him.

Ollivander swept his silver eyes around and said to the two female students.

"Ladies first, why don't you two go first, okay?"

Fleur stood up from her seat lightly, walked to Ollivander, and handed over the wand.

Olivander swung the wand like a flower between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand sprayed many gorgeous sparks. Then he put the wand close to his eyes and observed it carefully.

"It's well maintained, nine and a half inches, very flexible, made of maple wood, huh? What's the core of the wand?"

Fleur introduced confidently.

"There is a Veela hair, my grandmother's hair."

When she said this, many people suddenly realized that this super charming Fleur really has some Veela blood.

Olivander nodded.

"Oh, yes, although I think the wand made of veela hair is too sensitive and willful, but the wand chooses the wizard, and since it has chosen you, you are the best partners.

Orchids are blooming!"

Olivander then whispered, and a bunch of flowers bloomed at the end of the wand, and then nodded in approval and handed the wand to Fleur.

"The wand is in good condition, and there are no scratches or bruises."

Fleur took the wand back, thanked politely and returned to her seat.

Next, Ollivander checked the wands of Gais, Boris, Draco, and Harry in turn.

Except for the weird sigh of Harry's brother wand, there was no surprise.

Then when checking Krum's wand, he pouted and criticized another wand maker, Gregorovitch, for not understanding the truth that the wand chooses the wizard.

After all the warriors' wands were checked, Dumbledore stood up from the referee's seat.

"Thank you, everyone. You can go back to class now. Maybe it would be more convenient to go downstairs to eat..."

Olivander interrupted him before he could finish.

"Dumbledore, sorry, can you let me see Mr. Black's wand?"

When the old man asked, he had already been staring at Shaw's wand, which was slightly exposed from the sleeve.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and thought flashed in his eyes. He did not refuse, but turned around and looked at Shaw with an inquiring look.

Shor's eyes froze slightly, and then he suddenly realized.

HeJust say, the warriors are testing the wands, why did they ask me to do it?

The old bee is still pretending to be ignorant, it's a lie.

Shaw quickly considered it and took out the National Collapse from his sleeve.

He was also curious, what kind of explanation could the advanced National Collapse have in the mouth of the mysterious Ollivander?

Ollivander was very proactive, and he stepped forward and carefully took the black and red wand in Shaw's hand.

He held it high up like playing with a rare treasure, facing the sun and looking at it, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"I knew it would be like this, I knew it would be like this, but it's still unbelievable, it's incredible."

Others saw that he looked pious, as if he was worshiping a god.

They all stared curiously at the black and red wand that had begun to flash purple arcs.

Could it be that Shaw's wand is different from others? Otherwise, how could a wand-making master who has been immersed in wands for decades lose his composure like this?

Dumbledore didn't look surprised, as if he had expected this result, and just needed the certification of an authoritative figure.

Shaw said frankly.

"Mr. Ollivander, is there any difference with this wand?"

The wand in Ollivander's hand was already restless, as if he hated others holding it.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

The old man reluctantly handed the wand back to Shaw.

"Sir, thank you for letting this wand made by my grandfather become stronger with you.

I dare to assert that its power is no weaker than the legendary old wand.

Olivander's name will also live on like Gregorovitch, along with the reputation of the old wand."

Dumbledore's mouth moved, and he wanted Ollivander not to comment in public, but he didn't say it in the end.

Shaw took the wand and stroked it to appease the country. He was not surprised by the evaluation of the old man Ollivander.

Dumbledore said at the right time.

"Take a picture, take a picture, oh, make sure I look handsome."

Next to Rita, a man holding a black camera jumped up and shouted.

Rita had just heard several big news, especially the last one about Shaw's wand. She was very excited.

But when she looked into Shaw's deep eyes, she couldn't help but shudder.