Chapter 554 Wand Inspection and Sirius's Reply

"Let me introduce, Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore took a seat at the referee's table and said to the players: "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game starts."

Harry looked around and saw an old wizard standing quietly by the window. His eyes were big but dim.

Harry was shocked, he had seen him before. He was a wandmaker, and he bought the wand from him three years ago in Diagon Alley.

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

Fleur Delacour strode forward and handed him the wand.

"Hmm..." He pondered, twirling the wand with his long fingers like a conductor's baton. The wand emitted some pink and golden fire, and then he brought the wand to his eyes and looked carefully.

"Yes, 9.5 inches, not easy to break, rosewood, and... my God."

"It uses Veela hair," Fleur said. "My grandma's."

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, although I never use Veela hair when making my own wands, it is still a very sensitive wand... Anyway, everyone has his own merits, as long as it suits you……"

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently searching for scratches and bumps.

Then he muttered, "Orchidous!"

A bouquet of flowers bloomed from the top of the wand. "Very good, very good, working in good condition." Mr. Ollivander took out the flowers and handed them to Fleur along with the wand.

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

Fleur quietly returned to her seat and smiled at Cedric.

"Ha, I made this wand, right?" Mr. Ollivander took Cedric's wand, looking even more enthusiastic. "Yes, I remember it very clearly because of a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly good male unicorn. The male unicorn's limbs were very strong. I pulled its tail and it was almost useless. The horns push me to death. 1.5 inches long, flexible, and in good working order. Do you rub it regularly?"

"Just oiled it last night." Cedric grinned. Harry looked down at his wand and saw fingerprints all over it. He balled up his knees and tried to surreptitiously wipe the wand clean. Several golden sparks shot out from its base.

Fleur Delacour glanced at him very arrogantly and he didn't dare to wipe it again.

Mr. Ollivander sent a silver smoke ring from the collar of Cedric's wand. He was very satisfied and shouted: "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, bowed his head, and walked quickly towards Ollivander. He took out his wand, frowned, and stood there with his hands in his robe pockets.

"Yes." Mr. Ollivander said, "If I'm not mistaken, this was made by Gryffindor. He is a good stick maker. Although the style he made is never the same as mine..."

He raised his wand and turned it around before his eyes, observing it very carefully.

"Yes, hornbeam and dragon heartstrings?" He glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Thicker than ordinary ones, quite stable, 1O.5 inches...Avis!"

The wand made of hornbeam made a gunshot sound, and several chirping birds sprouted from its magic end. They flew out of the window and flew in the bright sunshine.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander handed the wand back to Krum. "Who ended up... Mr. Potter?"

Harry stood up and walked past Krum towards Ollivander, who handed him his wand.

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

Harry also remembered it as if everything happened yesterday...

On his 11th birthday four years ago, Hagrid took him to Ollivander's shop to buy a wand. After Ollivander fitted him, he gave him some wands. After he tried it, he felt that all the wands in the store were similar. It was not until finally that he found the wand that suited him, and it was this wand, made of holly wood, 11 inches long, and containing a feather from the tail of a phoenix. It suited him so perfectly that Ollivander was astonished.

"It's amazing," he said, "...it's amazing."

Harry asked him where the strange thing was, and Ollivander explained that the feathers on the wand were plucked from the phoenix that absorbed the magical essence of Voldemort's wand.

Harry had not told anyone this secret. He loved the wand very much, and in his opinion, its relationship with Voldemort's wand was as inevitable as his relationship with Aunt Petunia.

He really hoped Ollivander wouldn't tell anyone in the room about this. It amused Harry to think that the Rita Skeeter pen might explode in excitement if he did.

(If Harry knew now how Rita Skeeter would describe him, I believe Harry would not be able to laugh.)

Ollivander spent a long time examining the wand, and finally, when a fountain of alcohol erupted from the wand, he handed it back to Harry, saying that it was in excellent working order.

"Thank you everyone." Dumbledore stood up. "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner because they're getting ready to wrap up-"

I finally did something serious today. Harry stood up and was about to leave. The man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take pictures, Dumbledore, take pictures!" Bagmon shouted excitedly. "The referee took a photo with the players. What do you think, Rita?"

"Well, okay, let's take a group photo first," said Rita Skeeter, staring at Harry again.

"Then some individual photos."

It took a long time. Madame Maxime was always blocking everyone no matter where she stood, so the photographer had to stand far away to get her in the photo, but the room was too small, so in the end, everyone else had to stand and she had to sit.

Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee, trying to make it curl a little. Krum half-hidden, standing behind the crowd. Harry had thought he was used to this kind of thing, and the photographer seemed to like Fleur standing in the front, but every time Rita Skeeter would rush up and pull Harry to a prominent position.

She also insisted on taking individual photos of the contestants.

Finally, they could leave.

Harry went to dinner, and Ron was not there. Ron was probably still sulking about something that didn't matter.

After dinner alone, he returned to Gryffindor Tower, thinking about the extra homework he had to do for Summoning.

In the dormitory, he ran into Ron.

"There's an owl waiting for you." Ron blurted out as he entered, pointing to Harry's pillow. The school eagle was waiting for him there.

"Oh." Harry said.

"We have to go to Snape's dungeon tomorrow night." After Ron finished speaking, he walked away without even looking at Harry. At that moment, Harry really wanted to chase him out. He didn't know whether he wanted to talk to him or beat him up, but both ideas were tempting. Of course, Sirius's reply was more tempting. He walked to the barn eagle, took the letter and opened it.

Harry, some things are not convenient to explain in the letter. To be honest, I should have rushed back immediately after something like this happened, but I really can't leave the work here... We have to chase those vampires out of Britain and investigate them throughout Europe.

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself.

You stay with Dumbledore and Moody, and with Vanlin. Although this makes me look weak, it's much safer to be with Vanlin than with me...

Harry didn't quite understand what this meant. Could it be that it was just because of the World Cup?

Isn't Fanlin still not recovered?

In fact, Fanlin had completely recovered about a week ago. If there was a professor in the school who dueled with Fanlin, even if Fanlin did not use the Philosopher's Stone, these professors would have to consider their own strength.

During the holidays, Fanlin passed the training set by Sirius in a very short time, which was beyond the ordinary Auror's training.

Moreover, fighting was naturally a common thing.

In fact, Harry knew only so much about his friend.

Harry shook his head and drove away this strange idea.

Sirius was right. Now there were three powerful wizards staying with him, and one of them was in the same dormitory with him.

However, they had no way to replace him to participate in some inexplicable three wizards fighting tournament...

The name was magical, and God knew what bad things would happen if he violated the will of the Goblet of Fire.

Sirius's letter continued: But it was undoubtedly bad that the person could sign you up under Dumbledore's nose.

I need to meet you, how about next Sunday, then I should be able to spare time.

At that time, you call Fanlin, and then we will meet in the Gryffindor public lounge. You must confirm the time when the lounge will be empty through the Floo network. After all, the fewer people know about the things we want to discuss, the better.

Please give me a confirmed time as soon as possible. I look forward to your reply.

Sirius's letter ends here.

As Sirius said, it is difficult for them to explain their detailed feelings through such a simple letter.

Through the Floo fan, this is exactly what Harry expected. Maybe he can leave Hogwarts for a short time and go to Sirius's house to take a look.

Hogwarts, which is full of doubts, is not a place suitable for relaxation.

As for the time, it is naturally easy to decide.

In fact, if there is no activity, usually around ten o'clock in the evening, there are only four of them in the entire Gryffindor lounge. Maybe Neville will occasionally be locked out because he forgets the password.

This is the setting that everyone is accustomed to. A new round of passwords must be changed every semester, and given Neville's memory, this is something that is better left unmentioned. (To be continued)