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

"Yes, sir. ”

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

"Uh-huh......" he said.

He fiddled with his baton, spinning his wand between his slender fingers, and his wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he held his wand close to his eyes and carefully held it.

"Not bad," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...... Strong is good...... Made of maple wood...... It contains...... Oh my God......"

"It contains a baby's hair," said Fleur, "it's my grandmother's hair." ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, "yes, of course, I have never used a baby's hair. I think the wand made of the baby's hair is too sensitive and willful...... However, everyone has their own hobbies, since it suits you......"

Mr. Ollivander ran his wand through his fingers, apparently checking it for abrasions and bruises. Then, in a low voice, "Orchids are blooming!" a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand's head.

"Good, good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, as he gathered the flowers and handed them to Fleur with his wand, "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn." ”

Malfoy walked over and handed his wand to Ollivander.

"I'll see. Ollivander closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "This should be my work, ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn fur, right?" Ollivander then opened his eyes and gently rubbed the wand with his hand, and flicked his finger lightly, making a slight tremor and a few crunch sounds, "I remember you gave me a big surprise, didn't you, Mr. Malfoy?"

Before Malfoy could reply, Ollivander waved his wand and muttered, "The wind is blowing!"

Suddenly, like a small hurricane, a small hurricane blew in the otherwise quiet room, causing a burst of chaos, and the portraits hanging around the walls were blown to the ground by the wind, and almost fell off, and the parchment that lay around the table was blown everywhere, and some even floated to the ceiling.

"Uh, sorry, back to normal!" Ollivander waved his wand again, and the scattered parchment returned to its place.

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

"Thank you for your advice. Malfoy politely replied, taking his wand.

"Didn't Ron already lose his life?" Harry thought to himself that his best friend had broken his wand once, when they were in their second year, flying to school in Mr. Weasley's car.

Ollivander then examined Krum's wand, hornbeam, which contained the dragon's heart tendon cord, which was much thicker than a normal wand.

Different wandmakers have different styles, and the wand maker named Grigovich looks quite tough, and it may be said that the wizards in the cold regions, due to the weather, geography, etc., have developed a slightly harsh folk customs and aggressive habits, so the style of the wand is also a little rougher.

"Flock of birds!" Ollivander also tested.

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol, and a flock of birds flapped their wings out of the wand and into the faint sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivanders, handing the wand back to Krum, "and the last one...... Mr. Potter. ”

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

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

"Twin staff cores. While Ollivander was examining Harry's wand, Malfoy was muttering something with his head down.

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

"Can I go?" asked Fleur, as if in a hurry.

Gabrielle was still in the carriage, and Fleur felt that she should spend more time with her.

Her sister had come to Hogwarts as a family member, and Gabrielle was not yet eleven years old and could not attend Beauxbatons.

This leads to the problem that Gabrielle's life will become boring.

Whether it's Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, the two schools that are not competing at home will actually encounter a lot of inconveniences, such as the students who come with the team will not all become Warriors, the number of places is limited, and their academic problems will be a problem that needs to be solved first.

Durmstrang's solution to this problem is simple and crude, as long as the students who come with the team have made up the lessons before, so last vacation, these students were somewhat hard.

Beauxbatons' solution was a more modest one, as Lady Maxime had negotiated with Dumbledore earlier that she would bring students to attend classes with Hogwarts students, so that there would be no delay in schoolwork, and some of the advantages of British magical education would be learned

Dumbledore welcomed this.

But then Gabrielle's poor sister would be very bored.

She couldn't even go to the first grade.

Just as Fleur was about to leave, Bagman said excitedly, "The warriors may need to delay some time, don't you want to leave some precious images of yourself before this grand event?"

"Still want to take pictures?" Fleur repeated, subconsciously fiddling with her long waterfall hair, revealing her white teeth, and smiling subconsciously by the way. Exercises were carried out.

As a woman who cares a lot about her image, Fleur wants to make sure that she is the perfect moment in any photo.

"yes, take pictures, I think the principals would be happy too, right?" said Ludo.

By this time, Karkaroff had already begun to straighten his goatee to make it look smoother, and Madame Maxim immediately straightened her hair to make it look as smooth as possible, and even Dumbledore pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose to make it look as good as possible.

But in the end, it took a lot of effort on the reporter's part, because Madame Maxim was so tall that almost any photograph of her would block the silhouette of several people.