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"I swear, I never threw my name into the Goblet of Fire, you have to trust me, Michael!"

"If you're willing to copy my homework on ancient magic texts, I promise to believe you, Jack!"

"Hermione, I know you're going to believe me. ”

"Jack, please don't tell such a cold joke. ”

"Oh my God, my credit is so worthless, and now they almost think I'm a cheap little liar. "Don't they see that this is a conspiracy against me?" said Silver. ”

"Calm down, Jack, I don't think you need to. "Don't you think that since you became a warrior, the girls have turned back to us more often?"

"Shut up, Antonin, I don't want to be a clown in Wizard's Weekly. ”

"Think of Potter, he's so much worse than you - everyone except the Gryffindors think he's just trying to gain more fame and tricking the Goblet of Fire into becoming the fourth Champion. “

"That's right, wait, no, what does it have to do with me if Potter is miserable!

"Jack, don't point your wand at me, this thing is prone to misfire. ”

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"Next we have to do the routine pre-match check-up for the Triwizard Tournament. Dumbledore said, "What about Harry? I remember I asked Colin to call him. ”

He was pulled down the broom by Rita Skeeter, apparently wanting to do an interview. ”

Dumbledore frowned, "I'll bring Harry, Mr. Ollivander, please test the wands of the other three warriors first." ”

"No problem, Dumbledore. "Mr. Ollivanders, an old wizard with silver-white eyes, nodded to the other referees—Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman.

"Miss Delacour, will you come first?" said Mr. Ollivanders, walking to the clearing in the center of the room.

Fleur Delacour walked up to Mr. Ollivander and handed him his 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 head," said Fleur, "it's my grandmother's head." ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I have never used a baby's head. I think the wand made of the baby's head 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, "Flowers bloom!" a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand's head.

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

"Oh, what a wonderful workmanship, I know that the Silver family is used to using wands of their own making, but this is the first time I've seen a wand like this. Ollivander was surprised as he examined Silver's hand-over wand.

"Ebony, twelve and a quarter inches, it's shocking, how the hell did you make ebony into such a bouncy wand? It contained the tail feather of the Haast Eagle, which was so bouncy and in excellent condition, it was a good wand. ”

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

"Mr. Krum, it's your turn. ”

Wickdor 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's a great wandsmith, though I don't really ...... his style But ......"

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

"That's right...... Hornbeam, containing the dragon's heart chord, right?" he glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Much thicker than you're usually seen...... Very hard...... Ten and a quarter of an inch...... Clear water like a spring!"

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivanders, handing the wand back to Krum, "and the last one...... Mr. Potter, you're a little late. ”

"It's not easy to get someone out of Skeeter, especially before the interview is complete. Dumbledore laughed.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, who took Harry's wand, 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 straight down to dinner, they'll be out of class soon—"

"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 picture," Rita Skeeter said, her gaze falling on Harry. "Maybe a few more one-man ones, maybe on the front page of the Daily Prophet. ”