"I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly and bowing politely, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later." The Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info wand detection ritual is about to begin, and if one of our warriors hides in the broomroom, the ritual cannot be performed. ”

Xingzhe held back his mouth that was about to laugh, he immediately returned to the room, and when he left, he saw Skeeter's expression, which was very exciting.

The others were already seated in their chairs by the door, and he walked over unhurriedly, sat down next to Cedric, and looked at the velvet table in front of him, where four of the five referees were already seated—Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman.

Rita Skeeter sat down in a corner, and she stealthily took the roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her lap, smacked the tip of the quill pen, and placed it upright on the parchment again.

"Repeatedly, bastard!" Xingzhe said unhappily, but his eyes kept staring at the quill, and then the quill suddenly became inactive, and then returned to normal.

Skeeter shook his pen suspiciously.

"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." ”

Xingzhe had long been surprised to notice an old wizard with two large light-colored eyes standing quietly by the window. He'd seen Mr. Ollivander before—in Diagon Alley, at the beginning.

In a flash.... After so many years, I'm in the third grade.....

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

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 studied it carefully.

"Not bad," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...... The elasticity 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." ”

"Huh..."Xingzhe complained in his heart, not to mention how disgusted he was, and his hair was used as a refill....

"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, he whispered, "Orchids are blooming!" "A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

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

Fleur returned to her seat with brisk steps, smiling at Cedric as she passed him.

"Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" As Cedric handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander said, much more excited than before, "Yes, I remember it very well. Inside there is a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn...... It's five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, and it almost poked me in a hole with its horns. Twelve and a quarter of an inch...... made of ash wood...... Excellent elasticity. Excellent condition...... Do you care for it regularly? ”

"Just wiped it last night." Cedric said, grinning.

Xingzhe wanted to look at his wand, but he suddenly felt Fleur Delacour glancing at him very arrogantly, and he had no choice but to give up.

Mr. Ollivander spewed a string of silvery-white smoke rings from Cedric's wand head, which floated from one end of the room to the other, and he expressed his satisfaction and said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn." ”

Victor Krum stood up, deaf on his round shoulders and on his feet, and walked listlessly towards Mr. Ollivander. 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...... Horn ear oak, which contains the tendinous cord of the dragon's heart, right? He glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Much thicker than you're usually seen...... Very hard...... Ten and a quarter of an inch...... Flock of birds! ”

The wand of the oak of the horn ear thumped like a pistol, and a flock of small birds flapped their wings out of the wand head and flew out of the open window into the faint sunlight.

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

Xingzhe stood up, passed 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. ”

Xingzhe also remembers it vividly, everything seems to have happened yesterday......

"Eleven inches, made of aspen wood, the key is the core of the wand, the feathers on the tail of the Thestrals." Ollivander suddenly smiled mysteriously. "Do you know what Thestrals are?"

That's what Ollivanders said to himself at the time.

Mr. Ollivander examines the sage's wand for much longer than anyone else's. Finally, he sends a puff of wine on his wand head, then hands it back to Seizhe, announcing that it is 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 soon—"

Seong-cheol stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

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

"Well—well, let's take a group photo," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Xingzhe once more, "maybe a few more solo shots later." ”

It took a long time to take pictures. Madame Maxim blocked others from wherever she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and take her into the lens; In the end she had to sit down, and everyone else stood around her. Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. As for Krum, Xingzhe thought he was used to this kind of thing, but he didn't expect him to hide behind everyone. The photographer seems to be particularly motivated to have Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter wants Seong-cheol to be in front.

Fortunately, the photo shoot was completed in the end, and Rita looked angry, she didn't take a solo photo of Xingzhe at all.

After finishing everything, Xingzhe returned to his bedroom, he was a little tired, somehow, today his state suddenly became a little bad, and sleepiness hit his head.

(To be continued.) )