The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter looked happy after seeing Dumbledore.

"How are you?" she said, walking up to Dumbledore and holding out a big, chubby hand with red nail polish, "I don't know if you read my summer article about the International Congress of Wizards Confederation. Have you?"

"Excellent," Dumbledore smiled softly, but did not shake Skeeter's hand. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a rigid old lunatic."

Rita Skeeter didn't look ashamed at all, as if she really thought Dumbledore was complimenting herself.

"Meow hahaha!" Fish suddenly interjected at this time: "George and Fred also said, Albus, you are a little crazy."

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"Oh, those two little fellows," Dumbledore smiled, "the two of them always had amazing ingenuity...and guts."

For some reason, Dumbledore's tone was so gentle, even pleasant, but Harry always felt that the twins were going to suffer.

"Okay, the wand detection ceremony is about to begin, please sit over there."

Dumbledore did not continue to chat with Fish, he pointed to a row of seats by the door and said to the four warriors.

The four warriors followed Dumbledore's instructions and took their seats by the door, and Dumbledore also sat down with the other four referees.

Rita Skeeter looked around, sat down in a corner, and pulled out a roll of parchment and a long, dazzling green quill from her alligator-skin handbag.

Harry saw her shove the quill tip into her mouth, suck for a while, and then set the pen upright on the parchment.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore said to several warriors after sitting down in the referee's bench: "He is going to check your wands and make sure they are in good condition before the game."

"Long time no see meow!"

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Fisch waved at Mr. Ollivander, and Mr. Ollivander smiled and nodded at the cat.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

Fleur stepped forward and handed him her wand.

"That's right," Mr. Ollivander said softly, after a careful inspection, "nine and a half inches...great elasticity...made of maple...with...oh, gosh..."

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

"Meow?!"

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Fish's eyes lit up, and suddenly asked Mr. Ollivander loudly, "Fish can also use his own hair as a wand, meow?"

"Well... it was popular many years ago to use the wizard's own body tissue as the core of the wand, but later everyone found that although the wand made by doing this was more handy, the increase in spells would not be too high, so gradually No one does this in the land. But I think that if it is a wizard with relatively strong mana, he may be able to make a relatively good wand. Of course, my favorite wand core is..."

As soon as Mr. Ollivander talked about wand making, he became so eloquent that Dumbledore had to cough twice, reminding him to do business first.

"Sorry, sorry," Mr. Ollivander smirked and patted his forehead, "where did I just say? Oh, yes! Veela hair...I've never used Veela hair myself. I I think wands made of veela hair are too sensitive and willful...but everyone has their own preferences, since it's right for you..."

He ran his fingers over the wand, and after checking it for scratches and bruises, he whispered, "The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

"Fine, fine, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with his wand.

Then he checked Krum's wand and recognized that it was the work of his eponymous Gregorovitch, so Ollivander couldn't help but mutter: "He's an excellent wand maker. Man, although I'm not very his style...but..."

The key point was blurred by Mr. Ollivander, and even the cat with the tip of the ear couldn't hear it clearly.

After returning the checked wand to Krum, Mr. Ollivander's silver-white eyes turned to Fish.

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"It's your turn," he said softly. "Fish."

Fish stood up, jumped up to Mr. Ollivander, and handed over his wand. The first thing he did when he took the wand was to look carefully for bite marks.

Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Fish hadn't taken his wand to grind his teeth.

"Yes, I clearly remember that this is one of my early works." He was more excited than just now, "The core of the rod is the hair of a leopard cat, and I used a whole eggshell of a bird-snake egg to extract it from a single piece. It was exchanged in the hands of the Cherokee people."

Mr. Ollivander raved about when Fish was buying his wand: "Twelve inches, vine! Yes, vine wands are more sensitive than any wand made of wood in terms of their hit-and-run with the wand owner. , they will release a magical effect when they meet the right owner, and the magical effect you produced at that time, Fish, was the most massive scene of the three times I have seen!"

After he said a lot of excited words, he calmed down a little, and then he raised Fish's wand again, put it in front of his nose, and after a while, said in a slightly complaining tone: "However, you seem to be Rarely use it?"

"Because Fish's claws are more powerful meow!"

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Cat Mao raised his hands and answered confidently.

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips and said nothing more. He held Fish's wand at the open window and shouted, "Flock of birds!"

The grape wood wand made a loud thud, like a pistol firing, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head with flapping wings and into the faint sunlight through the open window.

The cat pouted his mouth covertly, Ollivander's flock of birds was far worse than Professor McGonagall's.

"There is one last... Mr. Potter." After returning the wand to Fish, Mr. Ollivander finally called Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," Ollivander, after taking Harry's wand, began with a similar beginning to Fish's, "yes, yes, yes. I remember well... Holly, Ten An inch long, phoenix tail feathers..."

Mr. Ollivander muttered as he examined Harry's wand carefully.

I don't know why, but this time it took much longer than checking the others. Finally, he let a stream of wine spurt from the tip of the wand, and handed the wand back to Harry, declaring that it was in very good condition.

After examining the wands, Ludo Bagman and Rita Skeeter offered to take pictures of the warriors.

So the four warriors and the five referees took a group photo together, with Fish as a matter of course standing in the middle, while Harry was forcibly pressed by Skeeter next to Fish. She then insisted on taking individual photos of the warriors one by one.

Fish, whose stomach was already rumbling with hunger, had long been impatient. After reluctantly taking a personal photo, Cat Mao ignored Rita Skeeter's request and rushed out of the room and ran to the hospital. Dinner in the hall.

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. Her chubby fingers were like iron tongs, clasping Harry, who was also hungry, and forcing him to stay for her interview.

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