It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch who was wearing a magenta robe.

Victor Krum stood in a corner with a gloomy face as usual, not speaking to anyone.

Fleur happily walked over, "Hello, Phoenix. ”

"Hello, how are you doing?" he walked over like an old friend, taking her hand. Fleur's annoyed expression flashed, and she shook her head, causing her long silver hair to shine with a dazzling sheen.

"It's been a good day, I said-"

Bagman suddenly saw Harry, quickly stood up, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here they are, come in, Harry, come in-nothing to worry about, just the wand detection ceremony, the other referees will be here soon-"

"Detection wand?" Harry asked uneasily.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in future competitions. Bagman said, "The Expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then it's time to take a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the magenta-robed witch, "who was writing a little article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet—"

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo. Rita Skeeter said, turning her gaze from Phoenix to Harry.

Her hair was made into delicate, stiff, grotesque curls that looked particularly awkward with her big chin. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. Fat fingers clutched the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were more than two inches long and painted red.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we get started?" she asked Bagman, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Harry, "Little warrior, you know—to add a little color to the article. ”

"No problem!" Bagman cried out, "it's—I wonder if Harry is against it?"

"Hmm-" Harry said.

"Great. Rita Skeeter said, and in the blink of an eye, her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Harry's arm with incredible force. She dragged him out of the room and opened a door next to her.

"We couldn't stay there, it was too noisy. She said, "Let me see—ah, well, it's quiet and comfortable." ”

Fleur has been testing Phoenix with an ambiguous attitude, constantly asking him what is going on with his age-crossing magic.

"How did that magic work? Did you invent it yourself?"

"Of course, I thought about it for a long time. This magic is sure to pass through any magical obstacle. Phoenix said happily as he rubbed his thumb against Fleur's delicate skin.

"Surely you don't mind - tell my sister how you did it, right?" Fleur was a little angry, but restrained herself in time and continued to speak. Professor Karloff, Madame Maxim, and Mr. Crouch walked in, and Madame Maxim frowned when she saw Phoenix taking Fleur's hand,

"No problem, just let me hug and kiss it, and I'll tell you. She pulled out her hand and turned to look for her headmaster. The long silver hair fell on Phoenix's face, and it hurt. Phoenix rubbed his face as he went over to talk to Krum.

"Hello, she's pretty hot, isn't she?"

"Hello, Andrei often mentions you. ”

"I don't say anything nice. ”

"He admires you—" The expression on Krum's face was no longer so gloomy.

Dumbledore brought Harry back, and he and Krum hurried over. Dumbledore sat down on the bench and said to the warriors, "Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders. He's going to check your wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game. ”

"Miss Delacour, will you come first?" said Mr. Ollivanders, walking to the clearing in the center of the room. Fleur walked up to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm-" 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. "Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches -- very strong -- made of maple -- 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 wands made of baby's hair are too sensitive and willful - but everyone has their own hobbies, and since it's right for 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. Peverell, it's your turn." ”

Fleur scurried back to her seat and glared at Phoenix as she brushed shoulders with him.

"Ah, this is my product," said Mr. Ollivander, much more excited than before, as Phoenix handed the wand, "yes, I remember it well." Yew wood, thirteen and a third inches long, with the heart of the staff being the feathers of your own phoenix. ”

Mr. Ollivander examined his wand carefully, and finally from the wand came a string of silvery-white smoke rings that floated from one end of the room to the other, and he expressed his satisfaction and said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn." ”

Krum stood up, drooping his round shoulders and stumbling on his figure-eight feet, and walked listlessly towards Mr. Ollivanders. He slipped his wand over and stood there with a frown, his hands in the pockets of his robe.

"Well," said Mr. Ollivanders, "if I'm not mistaken, it's a product of Grigovich." ”

He raised his wand and flipped it upside down in front of his eyes, examining it carefully.

"That's right—hornbeam, with the dragon's heart chord, right?" he glanced at Krum, who nodded, "much thicker than one usually sees—very hard—ten and a quarter of an inch—a flock of birds!"

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." ”

Harry stood up, rubbed shoulders with Krum, and walked towards Mr. Ollivanders. He handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly twinkling with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly. ”

Mr. Ollivander examined Harry's wand for much longer than the others'. Finally, he sent a puff of wine to his wand and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was in very good condition.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said, standing up at the referee's table, "now you can go back to class - maybe it would be more convenient to go down to eat directly, they'll be out of class soon anyway-"

But the man with the black camera jumped to his feet and cleared his throat.

"Picture, Dumbledore, picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly, "What do you think of the referee and the warriors taking a picture, Rita?"

"Uh-well, let's take a group photo," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, "maybe a few more solo shots later." ”

It took a long time to take pictures. Madame Maxim blocked everyone else wherever she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to take her in for the camera, and at last she had to sit down while everyone else stood around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. Krum, but hiding behind everyone. The photographer seems to be particularly keen to get Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always catches up and pulls Phoenix to the fore. Then, she insisted on taking solo photos of the warriors one by one. It took a long time for them to finally get out.