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Detecting the wand, Darren knew that there was indeed this program in the Triwizard Tournament, and it was not a big deal, and for him, the real annoyance was the woman next to Bagman, Rita. Skeeter, a black-hearted journalist, especially in the wizarding world where the legal system is extremely imperfect, I am afraid that he does not even have the crime of defamation, and he has no way to sue her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And originally Darren was the most inconspicuous of the three warriors except for his younger age, at least much less well-known than Krum, Rita was not necessarily interested in him, but let Bagman make such a fuss, I am afraid there will be a lot of trouble, after all, Darren also has a lot of things that he doesn't want people to pay attention to......

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good working order, because in the future, wands will be your most important equipment," said Bagman after seeing that all three warriors had arrived, "and the expert was upstairs, with Dumbledore, and then a few pictures of 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 was clearly very unhappy with Bagman's diction and immediately interrupted him.

Darren saw that Rita's hair was made into delicate, stiff, and weird curls, which were obviously carefully prepared, but this hairstyle looked particularly awkward with her face with a large chin, and under the wavy hair was a pair of jeweled glasses, and her fat fingers clutched a crocodile leather handbag, and her nails were more than two inches long, and they were painted red, and she didn't look like a person of taste.

Rita's eyes swirled around Krum, Fleur, and Darren like hyenas looking for prey from hordes of animals, the easy ones, and soon, she chose her target, "Before we start, can I have a few words with Krum?" She asked Bagman, "A Quidditch star and Triwizard Champion would love it." ”

"Ah, of course," Bagman cried out, "as long as he agrees." ”

"Great." Rita said, walking quickly up to Krum and grabbing his arm, "I don't think you're going to turn down a lady, are you?" Before Krum could react, "I knew you wouldn't refuse, great, come on, let's find a quiet place so no one bothers us," she pulled Krum out of the room as she pulled him out of the room amid the surprised gazes of the others in the room.

Darren couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, thankfully......

"Ah, Darren, don't worry, I'll let her come to you in a moment, I helped her a lot with the news of the Triwizard Tournament," Bagman seemed to think that Darren would be disappointed that Rita ignored him, intending to comfort him.

"Huh? No! That's good, really, don't let her come to me," Darren stopped Bagman immediately, but don't do that, it's too late for someone like Rita to hide, and it's just to get in trouble for herself.

After Krum and Rita left, the room was cleared, and although Bagman tried to talk to Darren, but after being rejected by Darren, he finally got a little more amused and didn't say anything more, and Fleur and the man with the magic camera had nothing to say, and everyone waited quietly.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the door to open, and Dumbledore walked in, followed by Karkaroff, Lady Maxim, and Lady Amelia, plus Bagman, all five referees arrived.

"Where's Wickdor?" Karkaroff, who did not find Krum in the room, asked Bagman.

"Ah, Rita took him outside, intending to have a good chat with him," Bagman said lightly.

"Rita! Rita. Skeeter? Karkaroff exclaimed, "Damn, how did you get Victor with her, God knows what that woman would make up," he hurriedly rushed out of the doorway, "Victor! Where are you? Darren heard Karkaroff's voice echoing through the hallway.

"Professor Karkaroff, you're useless with a soundproof door like this, you might find it in the cubicle next to this classroom!" Dumbledore said calmly.

After a while, Karkaroff dragged Krum back to the classroom, with a gloomy face, and Rita followed them, looking very happy, except for the sparkle in her eyes.

By this time Darren and Fleur were already sitting in their chairs by the door, and Krum walked over and sat next to them, facing the velvet table, behind which Karkaroff sat and with him Dumbledore, Lady Maxime, Lady Amelia, and Bagman.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders." Dumbledore sat down in the referee's bench and said to the Warriors, "He's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good shape before the game." ”

As a family that has made wands for generations, Ollivander is undoubtedly the best person to test wands, and it is an easy thing for him to do, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, this is Grigovich's product." He's a great wandsmith, though I don't really ...... his style That's right...... Hornbeam wood, which contains the tendinous cord of the dragon's heart, right? He glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Much thicker than you'd normally see...... Very hard...... Ten and a quarter of an inch...... 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, looking at Fleur next to her, who handed it over, "Nine and a half inches...... The elasticity is good...... Made of maple wood...... It contains...... Oh my God......"

"A baby's hair," said Fleur, her wand, "is my grandmother's hair." ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I have never used a wand with a baby's hair, and I think a wand made of a baby's hair is too sensitive and willful...... However, everyone has their own hobbies, and since it's right for you...... "Orchids are in full bloom!" It's good, it's good, it's in good shape. ”

Mr. Ollivander said, putting away the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand, "Where's your wand?" He said.

Darren handed over his wand, and Ollivander glanced at it, "Cherry wood, eleven inches long, dragon's nerves." ”