Chapter 291 Magic Wand

"Well, it seems that this beautiful young lady already has someone she likes." Ollivander said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

After hearing this, Krum finally moved in the corner. He walked listlessly in front of Ollivander and stuffed his wand in front of Ollivander, then stood there with a frown on his face. His hands were in the pockets of his robe.

Ollivander studied the wand, but did not smell it like before.

"Horn oak wood, the core of the staff is the heart tendon of the fire dragon... If I guess correctly, this should be Grigovitch's work, right?"

Krum nodded.

"Well, I know that no one except that annoying guy would use such a stupid combination." Ollivander muttered, "Ten and a quarter inches long, what a weird size!"

Ollivander seemed to be very dissatisfied with the wand. After confirming the basic data, he didn't look at it carefully at all and just handed it back to Krum.

"Okay, next one!"

Krum walked away with a nonchalant expression, while Mike broke free from Fleur's restraints and came to Ollivander.

"Oh! I remember you! Mr. Mike Townley! Thirteen inches, blackthorn wood and fire dragon nerves! Am I remembering it correctly?" Ollivander shouted excitedly, without waiting for Mike to answer. meaning, and then continued, "Merlin! Finally, a work of my hand has appeared! Come and let me see it, my child!"

After that, he took the wand from Mike's hand.

"Oh, relax, Mr. Ollivander."

Mike reminded, but Ollivander seemed to be completely immersed in his own world and had no reaction to Mike's words.

After a while, Ollivander, who looked enthusiastic, said excitedly:

"This is so amazing!"

Mike: "?"

"Do you remember what I said when you came to buy a wand? This wand of yours is a wand exclusively for warriors. It has unparalleled talent in attacking spells. At the same time, blackthorn wood also has a wonderful property , after it has experienced a really difficult battle with its owner, it will become stronger!" Ollivander danced and told, "I bet you and it must have gone through countless dangerous battles, So much so that now its body is covered with scars! I swear, you must not have taken good care of it."

Ollivander said and raised the wand to Mike's eyes, showing him the densely packed small scars on the wand.

"So, you're saying I need a different wand?"

As soon as Mike said this, there was a whine from the blackthorn wand, and then a ball of flame erupted from the tip of the wand, which directly ignited Ollivander's hair.

"Merlin! Why do you think so! It's your most important partner! Look, it's angry!" Ollivander slapped the flame on his head in panic, "Okay, let me tell you! If it were made of other materials, its performance would have started to decline long ago. But blackthorn wood is different. As I said, this is a wand that belongs to a warrior, and scars are the warrior's medal! So, Instead of declining, its current performance has improved. Moreover, it has also evolved wonderful characteristics!"

"Look! The birds are flocking!"

Ollivander waved his wand and chanted the spell, but nothing happened.

"How amazing! Isn't it?" he said. "It actually has the characteristics of an ash wand, and it refuses orders from anyone except its master! Come on, try to use the flock of birds I just made!"

Mike took the wand, thought for a moment, and did not do what Ollivander said, but waved the wand seemingly casually.

The next moment, a bright red flame shot out from the tip of the staff.

The flame condensed in mid-air and quickly transformed. After a while, it turned into a small phoenix and began to hover over the attic!

"Wow! Look at this powerful magic control! I dare say that only the wand I made can achieve this level!"

Ollivander clapped wildly and boasted about his abilities to everyone on the referee's bench.

However, Dumbledore and others did not pay any attention to him. At this moment, they all looked at the fire phoenix that was still flying in surprise!

"This is...silent casting!?"

"I think so, Ms. Maxim." Dumbledore replied, staring at Mike with bright eyes.

"I remember he just turned fourteen, right?" Mr. Crouch said to himself, "What a terrifying talent!"

Karkaroff's teeth were crunched by his bite. Like everyone else, he knew very well how talented a wizard who had mastered silent spellcasting skills at the age of fourteen really was.

Even the original Voldemort was probably at this level.

‘It looks like the Triwizard Cup is on the line this time! ’

Karkaroff thought so.

The fat photographer on the other side kept pressing the shutter to record this shocking scene.

The fire phoenix gradually dissipated, and everyone on the scene finally recovered from the shock.

"To sum up, there is absolutely no problem with your wand!" Ollivander gasped, "Please invite the next warrior!"

After hearing this, Harry finally came to his senses and stumbled towards Ollivander's direction.

When Harry and Mike passed each other, Mike lightly tapped Harry on the shoulder and encouraged:

"take it easy."

Harry looked like he was taken aback and nodded quickly in the affirmative.

"Oh, Dumbledore, your two warriors don't seem to have a good relationship." Karkaroff said gloatingly, "Look, they started verbally attacking before the game even started."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, but did not speak. Karkaroff was deaf, but he was not deaf. He heard what Mike just said clearly.

"How good! Another one of my works!" Ollivander said happily, "It is made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and the core of the staff is a phoenix feather! Did I remember correctly? Mr. Potter. "

"Yes...yes sir!"

Harry was a little embarrassed because Ollivander had told him when he sold the wand to him that the phoenix feather in this wand was plucked from the same phoenix as the feather in Voldemort's wand.

He was a little worried that Ollivander would tell this matter, because it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings among many people.

Fortunately, Ollivander didn't seem to mean to reveal his client's privacy (he must have remembered it, Harry was sure!), and although he spent more time examining this wand than all the others, he didn't. say something.

Finally, after using the wand to conjure a pile of wine, he returned it to Harry.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table and said, "Now you can go back to class. Oh (he looked at the clock on the wall), maybe it's better to go directly to dinner. Anyway, they will be here soon. get out of class is about to end.”

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. His class was Snape's Potions class, which was the class he hated the most.

"Take a picture! Take a picture! Dumbledore!"

A suppressed female voice came, and everyone looked and saw Rita Skeeter gesturing frantically towards Dumbledore.

"Oh, Ms. Skeeter, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here."

"It's okay, Dumbledore, I just want to remind you that the warriors still need to be interviewed and photographed." Rita Skeeter pretended to be nonchalant and said, "By the way, my summer article about I wonder if you have read the article on the International Federation of Wizards Conference."

"That's great!" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, and he seemed to really like the article. "I especially loved reading the paragraph where you described me as a rigid old madman!"

"Pfft!"

Fleur couldn't help laughing, and Ms. Maxim on the side quickly cast a death gaze at her.

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

Fleur quickly gave up, but Maxim refused to give in. He walked towards Fleur, but was stopped by Dumbledore halfway.

"It's okay, Maxim."

Maxim then gave up, and Dumbledore continued:

"Okay, in that case, let's start taking pictures."

The next photoshoot took a long time because Ms. Maxime was so big that she would block others no matter where she stood.

This made Maxim feel very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Fleur didn't laugh at this moment, otherwise Mike promised that there would be no good fruit for her when she returned.

Having finally solved the problem of group photos, Rita Skeeter took everyone together and started taking photos again.

Among them, Mike and Harry were her focus. Mike estimated that photos of him and Harry alone accounted for 80% of the photos taken today.

After doing all this, Rita Skeeter was still not satisfied and started a personal visit.

She didn't have the guts to come to Mike, so she could only ask Harry alone.

Mike didn't know the specific content of the interview because he left the show early with everyone.

But he could still make a rough guess.

It's nothing more than ordinary questions like impressions of parents, life at Hogwarts, etc., and then processed by Rita Skeeter, and finally a black script will appear that completely misinterprets the meaning of the interviewee.

That's Rita Skeeter's specialty.

Mike didn't mean to remind Rita Skeeter not to do this. He didn't even remind Harry to be careful about Rita Skeeter.

Because he noticed that Harry was very sensitive now, it was best not to have contact with him now. If he had any contact with him rashly, it would probably have the opposite effect.

What's more, he is not a nanny. He is so busy every day that he has no time to coax the children.

…

It can be seen that the Beauxbatons students are really afraid of Ms. Maxim.

Fleur kept her head lowered uneasily after being stared at by her, and she didn't even eat dinner with Mike. Instead, she followed Ms. Maxim back with a low eyebrow.

Mike was also happy to have some leisure time. After dinner, he returned to the secret territory of the Freemasonry and began to hold meetings with the Freemasons.

"Is there any progress on catching the mouse? Benjamin?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tangli." Benjamin stood up quickly after hearing the words, his back straight, but his head lowered, "Zhou Hong's ability is still too weak, he can only read some rough thoughts of others. , cannot be as magical as Legilimency. At the same time, the scope of his abilities is also very small, so we have not found a capable character yet. "

Mike stroked his blackthorn wand without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the conference room seemed to freeze.

No one dared to speak. Although Mike didn't express anything now, everyone knew that he must be very angry now.

Benjamin, who was the first to bear the brunt, was so sweaty that he stayed behind.

"Okay, sit down." Mike said, "There is no need for this to happen between us. You can just call me Mike from now on. All members of Freemasonry are equal beings. What we are chasing is not vulgar rights, but It's for the greater good. So just relax and I promise everything will be fine."

"Got it, Tom...Mike."

Benjamin finally sat down, took the handkerchief handed over by Soraka and began to wipe his sweat.

The atmosphere in the conference room relaxed, but still no one spoke.

Finally, George sighed deeply and broke the silence.

"Mike, I have a hard time believing your statement that everything is going to be okay."

Everyone cast a surprised look at him, and it was hard for everyone to believe that George would openly question Mike's point of view.

Benjamin, who had just finished wiping his sweat, was so nervous that he was shaking his hands.

"Well, George's right," said Fred, "unless you can get Professor McGonagall to change her mind."

"What's wrong with you guys?"

George and Fred looked at each other and sighed together.

"Mike! Do you remember Maxim? She is the headmaster of Beauxbatons, the woman who is as tall as Hagrid."

"I know, what next?"

"Then?" George rolled his eyes and said with despair, "Then Professor McGonagall thinks Maxim's way of managing students is very clever. She is learning from Maxim now so that she can treat him in the same way in the future. us!"

Franklin smacked his mouth twice in surprise, then forced a smile and said:

"Hehehe, George, Fred, this joke is not funny at all."

"A joke?" the Weasley brothers said in unison, "Don't you know yet? Gryffindor has already started a pilot. Now we are just like the Beauxbatons students. As long as a professor passes by, no matter what we are doing, You must stand up and salute!”

The smile on Franklin's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his dark face actually started to turn blue.

"This is simply a nightmare!" Fred held his head and wailed, "You must not know how we got here these days!"

"I think it is impossible for Professor McGonagall to spread this method to the whole school." Mike comforted Franklin. "Unless Dumbledore speaks, the deans of other colleges will not accept it."

"At least Professor Flitwick certainly won't!" Mike added.

Franklin's eyes suddenly lit up, but George beside him said sadly:

"How do you know Dumbledore can't speak?"

"Please! Don't we know what Dumbledore's character is?" Franklin said happily, "If he wanted to implement strict management, he would not have abolished those cruel punishment mechanisms! So, the unlucky ones are the only ones who It'll be you Gryffindors!"

After hearing this, everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and then deafening laughter broke out in the conference room.

George and Fred slumped in their chairs in despair.

When everyone was almost laughing, George said:

"I still think Professor McGonagall will succeed. By the way, where is Victor?"

"Oh, he is in his practice room, tinkering with prosthetics."

"Prosthesis!?"

Everyone stared at Benjamin who spoke with wide eyes.

"That's right." Benjamin spread his hands and explained, "He seems to be obsessed with something terrible recently."