Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 202: Detection wand (below)

"Of course, Miss Delacour, will you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said as he walked to the clearing in the middle of the room, ready to start checking the wand.

"Okay, sir."

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

"Um..." he said.

He makes the wand spin between his slender fingers like a baton, and the wand emits many pink and gold sparks. Then he put his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

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

"Contains a Veela hair," Fleur said, "It's my grandma's hair."

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think a wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and capricious... 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, "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."

Malfoy walked over and handed his wand to Ollivander.

"Let me see." Ollivander closed his eyes and thought for a while, "This should be my work, ten inches, hawthorn, unicorn hair, right?" Ollivander followed Opened his eyes, gently rubbed the wand with his hand, and lightly flicked it with his finger, making a slight tremor and a few crisp sounds. "I still remember that you gave me a big surprise, right? Mr. Malfoy?"

Without waiting for Malfoy to reply, Ollivander waved his wand on his own, and muttered to himself: "The wind is rising!"

The originally quiet room suddenly felt like a small hurricane blew up, causing a burst of chaos. The portraits hanging around the wall were blown torsion by the wind and almost fell off, and the parchment beside the table was blown away. It was everywhere, and some floated to the ceiling.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm back!" Ollivander waved his wand again, and then the scattered parchment returned neatly to its original position.

"Very well maintained, Mr. Malfoy, the magic wand is the wizard's second life. I hope you can continue to love it in the future." Ollivander handed the wand back.

"Thank you for your advice." Malfoy responded politely, taking the wand over.

"Doesn’t Ron have already lost his life, according to this?" Harry thought that he was wandering out of the sky at this time, he still remembered that his good friend had broken his wand once, that was in the second grade. , They drove Mr. Weasley’s car to the school.

Afterwards, Ollivander checked Krum's wand-Carpinus elata, which contained the dragon's heart tendon cord, which was much thicker than ordinary wands.

Different wandmakers have different styles. The work of this wandmaker named Grigovich looks quite hardcore. Perhaps it can be said that the wizard in the cold zone, due to the weather and geography, etc. For this reason, it has formed a slightly aggressive folk customs and aggressive habit, so the style of the wand is also rougher.

"Flock of birds!" Ollivander tried the same.

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol firing. A group of birds flew out from the wand head with flapping wings, and flew into the faint sunlight from the open window.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander said, and handed the wand back to Krum. "There is one last...Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter, it's your turn..." Ollivander's voice pulled Harry back to reality.

"Okay, okay." Harry returned to his senses, walked up to the wand master, and handed his wand to him.

"Twin core." While Ollivander was checking Harry's wand, Malfoy was also lowering his head thinking about something, muttering to himself.

After the same process, the wands of the four warriors were finally tested.

"Can I go?" Furong asked, as if there was something urgent.

Gabriel was still in the carriage at this time, and Furong felt that she should accompany her more.

Her sister came to Hogwarts this time. She should have come as a family member. Gabrielle is not yet eleven and cannot enroll in Boothbarton.

This leads to a problem, Gabriel’s life will become very boring.

Whether it is Boothbarton or Durmstrang, the two schools that are not competing at home will actually encounter many inconveniences. For example, the students who come with the team will not all become warriors. , The number of places is limited, and their academic problems are considered to be the first problem to be solved.

Demstrang’s solution to this is simple and rude~IndoMTL.com~ As long as the students who came with the team, they all made up the class before, so last holiday, these students were a little bit hard.

Busbarton’s solution is more gentle. Mrs. Maxim had negotiated with Dumbledore earlier, and the students she brought could join the class with Hogwarts students. In this way, the schoolwork will not be delayed, and you can also learn some of the advantages of British magic education

In this regard, Dumbledore is also welcome.

But then, Gabriel’s poor sister will be very boring.

She can't even get to the first grade.

Just as Furong was about to leave, Bagman said excitedly: "Warriors may need to delay some time. Don't you want to leave some precious images of yourself before this event?" /

"You want to take a picture?" Furong repeated once, subconsciously fiddled with her long hair like a waterfall, revealing her white teeth, and by the way, she smiled subconsciously. Practiced.

As a woman who pays great attention to her image, Furong wants to make sure that she is the perfect moment when she appears in any photo.

"Yes, taking pictures, I think several principals would be happy too, right?" Ludo said.

At this time, Karkaroff had begun to tidy up his goatee to make it look smoother, and Mrs. Maxim immediately took care of her hairstyle to make them look as smooth as possible. Even Dumbledore pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose to make it look as correct as possible.

But in the end, it took the reporter a lot of effort to take pictures, because Mrs. Maxim's figure was too tall, and she would block a few people in almost any way she took pictures.

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