HP Magic Biography

Harry was suffering from Skeeter's tit-for-tat confrontation between Ahi and Isabel, but fortunately, Dumbledore came soon and he rescued Harry.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter cried happily. Her crooked fingers hurriedly buttoned the crocodile leather bag. "How are you?" she asked, standing up and reaching out to Dumbledore with a big, thick hand.

"I believe you read the report about the International Wizarding Association meeting I wrote this summer."

"It's disgusting," Dumbledore's eyes gleamed, "I especially like you writing me as a stale vagrant."

Rita Skeeter was not embarrassed at all. "I think some of your ideas are out of date, Dumbledore, so many wizards on the street..."

"I would love to hear the reasoning behind your rude comments." Dumbledore bowed politely and said with a smile, "but I'm afraid this issue will be discussed later, and the wand measurement ritual will begin. If one of them The player is hidden in the closet with the broom, but it won't be opened."

In the classroom, at the table covered with velvet cloth, four referees were sitting there, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

Harry ran in with a relaxed look and sat next to Ahi, and Rita Skeeter who followed also chose a seat.

"I'll introduce, Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat at the referee's table and said to the players: "He will check your wand to make sure they are in good shape before the game begins."

An old wizard stood quietly by the window, his eyes were big, but his eyes were dim. It is the owner of the magic wand shop in Diagon Alley.

"Miss Isabel, please come out first." Mr. Ollivander said and stood in the middle.

Isabel strode forward and handed him the wand.

"Hmm..." He groaned, his long fingers turning his wand like a baton. The wand gave off some pink and gold fire, and then he put the wand in front of his eyes and observed it carefully.

"Yes, 9.5 inches, not easy to fold, rosewood, and... my god."

"It uses Veeva hair," Isabel said. "My grandma's."

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, although I never use Veeva hair to make my own wand, it is still a very sensitive wand... Anyway, each has its own advantages, as long as it suits you. ..."

Mr. Ollivander's fingers slid along the wand, apparently looking for scratches and bumps. Afterwards he murmured: "Archidils!" A bunch of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand.

"Very good, very good, and working in a good state." Mr. Ollivander set aside the flowers and handed them to Isabel along with the wand.

"Mr. Roy, it's your turn."

"Ha, I made this wand, isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander took Ahi's wand and looked more enthusiastic. "Yes, I remember it clearly, a special wand, this one! "

Mr. Ollivander sent out a string of silver smoke rings from Ahi’s wand. He was very satisfied and cried, "Very well, Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Victor Klum stood up, bowed his head, and walked quickly toward Ollivander. He drew out his wand, frowned, and stood there with his hands in his robe pockets.

"Yeah." Mr. Ollivander said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is made by Gryffindor. He is a good stick maker. Although the styles he made have always been like mine..."

He raised the wand, turned it around in front of his eyes, and observed it very carefully. "Yes, hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" He glanced at Krum, and Krum nodded, "It's thicker than normal and quite stable~www.wuxiaspot.com~10.25 inches...Ah Weis!"

The wand made of horn flow made a gunshot, and a few chirping birds grew out of its magic end. They flew out of the window and flew in the bright sunshine.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander returned his wand to Krum. "Who is the last... Mr. Potter?"

Harry stood up, passed by Krum to Ollivander, and he passed the wand.

"Ah, yes." Ollivander's dim eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, I still remember."

Ollivander carefully inspected the wand, and finally, a burst of water spurted from the wand, and he returned the wand to Harry, saying that it was in excellent working condition.

"Thank you everyone." Dumbledore stood up. "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner, because they are about to end--"

Hearing the meal, Yaxi looked at him for a while, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Taking pictures, Dumbledore, taking pictures!" Bagman cried excitedly. "The referee took a photo with the players, what do you think, Rita?"

"This—, well, take a group photo first." Rita Skeeter said, "and then take some solo photos."

It took a long time. No matter where Maksim stood, he always blocked others. The photographer had to stand far away to get her picture, but the room was too small, and in the end everyone had to stand and she sat.

Karkaroff kept twisting his goat's whiskers, trying to curl it up a little. Krum was half hiding, standing behind the crowd. The photographer likes to have Yaxi and Isabel standing in front because they are about the same height, but every time Rita Skeeter always rushes up to pull Harry to an eye-catching position. She also insisted on taking single photos of the players. Finally we can go. )!!