It was a small classroom, and the desks and chairs were all moved aside, Lawrence and Fleur found two random chairs to sit on, and Wickdor walked in and picked a chair in the corner to sit down.

A man with a big belly, holding a large black camera, stared at Fleur and stared at her. Bagman was talking to a witch, and when Harry came in, Bagman was very excited.

"Ha, he's coming, fourth player, come here, Harry, there's nothing to worry about, it's just a wand test, the other judges will be here soon." Ludo waved his arms and pulled Harry over,

"Detection wand?" Harry asked nervously,

"We have to make sure your wand is working properly, it's an important tool for your mission," Bagman said, "The expert is upstairs right now, and he'll come with Dumbledore - this is Rita. Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Bagman introduced Harry to the fuchsia robed witch, a witch with stiff curly hair, a large chin, a pair of jeweled glasses, long nails painted with crimson nail polish, and fat hands clutching her crocodile purse. Skeeter's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Harry, and he dragged Harry into the broom cabinet next to him for an exclusive interview.

"She's a reporter for the Daily Prophet," Lawrence introduced softly, "and as far as I know, she likes to write nonsense."

"Then I don't like that woman." Fleur frowned, "There are such journalists in France, and no one likes them."

When Dumbledore, Mr. Ollivander, Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime entered the small room one after another, Harry and Rita Brown. Skeeter didn't come out of the broomstick until Dumbledore knocked on the broom cabinet and invited the two out, and the wand testing ceremony began, and judging by Harry's expression, he was glad to be able to end the visit,

"Let me introduce you, Mr. Ollivander," said Dumbledore, "and he will test your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game begins."

"I suppose it starts with you, Miss Delacour," said Ollivander, his silvery eyes looking at Fleur,

Fleur stepped forward and handed her wand to Mr. Ollivanders,

"Hmm......" The wand swirled between Mr. Ollivander's slender fingers, spewing out many pink and gold sparks, and then he brought the wand close to his eyes, and looked at it carefully, "Maple, nine and a half inches, not bendable...... It contains...... Oh, Merlin......

"A baby's hair," Fleur said proudly, "a hair of my grandmother."

"Yes, yes, of course," said Mr. Ollivander, stroking his wand with his fingers to check for scratches and bruises, "I have never used a wand with her hair, because I think a wand made of her hair is too sensitive and willful, but everyone's preferences are different, and since it suits you, I want to ......."

"Flowers bloom—" A bouquet of flowers came out of the tip of his wand, and he handed the flowers and wand to Fleur, "Good, good, it's in good shape, it's your turn, Mr. Rovander."

Fleur smiled at Lawrence and returned to her seat, where Lawrence stepped forward and handed his wand to Mr. Ollivander,

"Aha, this is a wand I made, right?" Ollivander took the wand and said, "Of course, of course, I remember, black walnut, dragon's heartstrings, twelve inches, very elastic, right? It's powerful, it's a clever and powerful dragon—huh?"

"Shouldn't it?" Mr. Ollivander was stunned, then carefully examined Lawrence's wand, waving it from time to time, muttering to himself, "It's weird, it's unreasonable—"

He checked for a long time, and the referees began to exchange ears, and Dumbledore stood up,

"What's wrong, Ollivander?" Dumbledore asked, "There's something wrong with Lawrence's wand?"

"I think so, I told you, kid," Ollivander stared straight at Lawrence with his silver-white eyes, "the black walnut wand is not easy to control, and if the user does something against his heart, it will not show its superior strength—"

"So, since the last time you checked your wand, have you done anything against your heart?" Ollivander asked, and Lawrence was stunned,

"I don't understand," Lawrence frowned, "I can still use it for magic, can I?" I don't feel like I'm getting any weaker."

"This is all the more proof of my judgment, I feel the wand gradually closing itself in power, it is much weaker than it was when it was examined more than two years ago—" Mr. Ollivander said, looking at Dumbledore, "Is it, Dumbledore?"

"The power you exert isn't any weaker, maybe it's because—you're stronger, Lawrence." Dumbledore frowned,

"You must have done something unintentionally." Ollivander said,

"I don't know." Lawrence frowned, and he pondered,

"I guess he can't change his wand, right?" Karkaroff suddenly spoke, and he said maliciously, "There is nothing wrong with the wand itself, it is the user who has a problem."

"No, every wizard has the right to change wands at will, although I don't recommend it," Ollivander shook his head as he looked at Lawrence, "Of course you can go buy a new wand, but you have to think about it, once you change your wand, this black walnut wand may be gone from you forever, don't you think?"

"I-" Lawrence was silent, he closed his eyes, he thought that day he had come to Diagon Alley, and after trying countless wands, his partner had chosen him, and they had worked together to cast one magic after another, against invincible enemies, to defeat powerful opponents, and now, should he give it up because of his own problems?

"I'm going to keep using it," Lawrence said, "and I'll find out what the problem is."

Karkaroff let out an incomprehensible laugh, and everyone present looked at Lawrence, some worried, some indifferent, some gloating, Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked, and he couldn't see emotion, and then he fell into deep thought,

"I'm not going to say that your choice is bad, from a wizard's point of view, you should change your wand," said Mr. Ollivander, "but from the point of view of a wandmaker, I'm glad that you want to overcome all difficulties with your wand, then I'll give you a piece of advice—"

"The wand is closing the power, which means it's giving you some time to figure out the problem," Ollivander said, "I think you and your wand will be the perfect match once this hurdle is crossed, and in fact, I'm surprised because most of the former black walnut users end up coming back to the shop and clamoring for me to change their wands that don't show their strength."

"The wand is gradually closing the power, so how long will I have?" Lawrence asked,

"Nobody knows," said Mr. Ollivander, "maybe ten, a year, a few months, a few days, or even the next second it won't show its strength anymore."

Ollivander handed the wand back to Lawrence, Lawrence took the wand and walked back to his seat silently, after being reminded, he realized that his wand had indeed become much weaker, so when did it happen?

"Lawrence, Lawrence." Fleur interrupted Lawrence in thought,

"What's wrong? Is the test over? Want to take a picture?" Lawrence asked, and he found himself out of his seat, standing next to Fleur, the black camera emitting purple smoke,

"It's done, and you don't look good." Fleur asked with some concern,

"I was just thinking about things." Lawrence said that he shook his head to clear himself up, but apparently unsuccessfully,

"I'm sorry, Miss Delacour," Dumbledore's voice came as they turned their heads, Dumbledore standing there, "I want to say a few words to Lawrence."

"Fleur, it's time to go." Madame Maxim shouted, and then he nodded to Lawrence and Dumbledore, and departed with Fleur, Karkaroff and Victor passed by them, and stopped,

"I hope the wand doesn't work until halfway through the mission," Karkaroff said dismissively, "Mission failure is a small matter, but the loss of talent in the wizarding world is a big deal."

"It's time for us to go, Dumbledore." Mr. Crouch said that Bagman followed him,

"Mr. Rovande," Mr. Ollivander walked over, "if you manage to regain the power of your wand, remember to come back to the shop and tell me what happened."

"Harry," Dumbledore said, "it's time for you to go back to Grunpendorta."

"Yes, Professor." Harry happily shook off Rita. Skeeter, go out of the room,

"I think it's time for you to leave school, too?" Dumbledore asked Rita with a smile. Skeeter, but anyone can tell it's an affirmative,

"Oh, okay." Rita. Skeeter glanced at Lawrence and Dumbledore, and left with the pot-bellied wizard with the camera.

"I think you're in some unexpected trouble, Lawrence." Dumbledore said,

"I think so, Professor." Lawrence replied.

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Author's Note:

Aha, I've forgotten the wand myself, I've already finished this chapter,

And then cut it all down and start over,

No wonder I didn't think about the problem that Peter couldn't beat Lawrence when I set it before, tsk,

Because before the third mission begins, Lawrence's wand will be completely useless,

Ha, and then, yes,

I've figured out some of the details of the fourth volume, and I think I can start playing.

Typing with a small laptop, the keyboard is too small for me to get used to,

And then, I slowly typed a few chapters of miscellaneous conversation,

It will be about some plot ideas and heroine choices...... And so on, and so on,

It is an extended version of the last note of each chapter, and it does not affect the reading if you don't read it.

Thanks to Silver Quinoa for the tip 943735636.