Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 166: Wand detection before the game

The Maca in the form of Animagus was naturally not for eavesdropping on the conversation between Harry and Hermione. What he is watching is Moody hidden behind a rock.

　　 But he had to be very careful, because Moody's prosthetic eye was not easy.

　　 According to the information that Maca has learned, the magic eye, which claims to be able to see through all objects, is likely to come from the hand of the world-famous master alchemist, Nick LeMay.

　　Maca is not sure whether Animagus' deformation can fool that strange-looking fake eyeball.

　　 Just now, Hermione did not make it clear about Sirius in order to be cautious. But just because Harry couldn't turn his head, he eventually exposed some information to Moody's secretive ears.

　　 But this is not important to Maca, because Harry and Hermione deliberately lowered their voices when they mentioned him. Judging from the moody distance, they must be inaudible.

　　 As long as I am not exposed, everything else is trivial.

　　 From the next day, the Hogwarts class went on normally.

　　 Demstrang and Busbarton students were also assigned to various colleges to audit courses. But because it was not mandatory-at least Hogwarts couldn't control it, so Maca simply gave up the arrangement of attending classes.

　　 One afternoon, when Maca was writing something in Durmstrang’s cabin, a student from Hogwarts hurried over to inform him--Mr. Bagman asked the warriors to assemble. .

The meeting place for 　　 was a small classroom. Most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there are three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

　　Behind the velvet-covered desks, there are five chairs, one of which is Ludo Bagman sitting there, he is talking with a witch, the witch is wearing a fancy magenta robe.

　　 When Maca walked into this small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour of Boothbarton had arrived first.

　　 At this moment, Furong is smiling happily, she shakes her head from time to time, making her long silver hair flash with dazzling luster.

　　 A potbellied man is holding a **** camera with a slight smoke in his hand, and is staring at Lotus from the corner of his eye.

　　 Bagman who was talking suddenly saw Maca, he immediately stood up and jumped forward vigorously.

　　 "Oh, Mr. McLean is here! Come in, sir, come in quickly..." Bagman said cheerfully, as if he were a warrior.

　　 "What's the matter with this gathering?" Maca glanced at the witch behind Bagman, and said calmly.

　　 "It's nothing big, it's just a ritual to test the wand, and the other referees will be there soon—"

　　"Detect the wand?"

　　 A voice sounded from behind Maca. It turned out to be Harry, and he and Hermione were also here.

　　 "Yes, check the wand... We must check whether your wand is fully functional and in good performance! Because in future competitions, the wand will be your most important equipment." Bagman waved his hand, his spirits come alive. Say, "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore..."

　　He paused, then turned to the side and pointed to the brightly dressed witch and said, "Then just take a few photos-this is Rita Skeeter, she is writing an article about hegemony. The small article of the game——"

　　"Maybe it’s not a small article, Ludo."

　　 Rita Skeeter’s big curly hair was made very delicate by her, it is a kind of exaggerated exquisiteness, although she can see that she is very demanding in appearance, and she also carefully matches it all over her body. After a while, it looks strange to other people.

　　 There is a pair of jeweled glasses on the bridge of her nose, her fat fingers are holding a crocodile leather handbag, and her nails are two inches long and are painted red.

　　 Whether she is speaking or not, her eyes are very keen. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione, and Maca, seeming to be habitually searching for the most suitable manuscript material.

　　 Finally, she fixed her eyes on Maca.

　　 "Before we start, can I talk to Mr. McLean a few words?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Maca. Warriors, and still so young...you know...to add some color to the article."

　　 "This..." Bagman looked at Maca hesitantly, a little uncertain.

　　 Speaking of it, Bagman may be the only person who doesn't care about the farce of the World Cup at all.

　　Before joining the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, he was a popular Quidditch batter on the Wimborne Hornets in the 1980s. And the reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimistic stadium image.

　　 Nowadays, he still looks the same in the Ministry of Magic, and often a little bit at odds with other people in the Ministry.

　　 But after all, Maca’s strength is beyond doubt. Bagman is not stupid either—well, his character is a bit silly, but even he can’t think of Maca as an ordinary student.

　　 In this situation, he also had to take Maca’s opinion into consideration.

　　 "Well...I have no problem," Bagman said, spreading his hands, "but—Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

　　 "It's great." Rita Skeeter said, and her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Maca's arm, seeming to be pulling him away.

　　Ke Maca slapped the paw unceremoniously.

　　 "I have not pursued the report of the last World Cup. If you want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what is called an authority certification." Maca glanced at her blankly. In a voice that only she could hear, "...or, do you really want to abuse the Magic Office for a while?"

　　 "You--" Rita Skeeter's expression froze immediately, she touched the back of her hand that was hit by Maca, and smiled dryly, "Oh--haha, I suddenly felt, A rigorous and traditional manuscript can highlight the historical accumulation of the competition!"

　　 "Yes, I think it must be true," Maca nodded casually, "Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

　　Under Maca’s invisible threat, Rita had to sit down in a chair. Although she still looked at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least for now, she didn't dare to move randomly.

　　While waiting for Dumbledore to come, Maca and Bagman were chatting about Quidditch one after another, and Harry made a sentence from time to time. By Harry's side, Hermione had to look at Maca every minute.

　　 She has too many things to say to Maca, but now is obviously not the time.

　　 In fact, it didn't take long before Dumbledore had arrived, and an old wizard with great spirits followed him.

　　The four warriors all sat down on the chairs by the door, looking at the velvet table in front, where four of the five referees were sitting—Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Crouch Sir and Ludo Bagman.

　　 Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down, she subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, and slapped the nib of her shorthand quill pen. But after doing this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the quill pen in person instead of letting the quill write automatically.

　　"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to the warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

　　 Three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was this old wizard with big light-colored eyes who gave Maca his first wand. At this moment, he was standing quietly by the window, nodding at everyone casually.

　　 "Miss Delacour, will you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the clearing in the middle of the room.

　　 Fleur walked to Mr. Ollivander lightly and handed him his wand.

　　 "Hmm..." Ollivander squinted his eyes and took a closer look.

　　 Like a baton, he spins the wand between his slender fingers, and the wand emits many pink and gold sparks.

　　 Then, he put his wand close to his eyes again and held it up for a moment again.

　　 "Yes," he said softly, "Nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...it contains...oh, my goodness..."

　　"Contains a Veela hair~IndoMTL.com~Furong said, "It's my grandma's hair. "

　　 "So, Fleur really has a part of Veela blood!" Harry couldn't help but think so.

　　He wanted to keep this in his head, and go back and tell Ron...but then he remembered that Ron no longer spoke to him.

　　 "Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think the wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and willful... However, Everyone has their own hobbies, since it is suitable for you..."

　　Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand with his fingers, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!"

　　 A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

　　 "Very good, very good, good condition," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with the wand.

　　 "Miss Granger, it's your turn."

　　Furong walked back to her seat lightly, and when she passed Hermione, their eyes crossed.

　　 "Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" When Hermione handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander was obviously more excited than before, "Yes, I remember it clearly. There is a very complete paragraph in it. The dragon’s nerves are stable, strong, and powerful. Ten and three-quarters inches, made of vines and wood, with a dense texture... It is in very good condition... You must be taking care of it very carefully, right?"

　　Mr. Ollivander waved a string of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

　　 "Mr. McLean, it's your turn."