It's a bit of a cardin...... In the next chapter, do I fast-forward the plot or do I write a little bit about the daily life?

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Holy Grail 8 (upright): Hidden chaos.

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"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivanders."

Dumbledore sat down in the judge's box and spoke to Opal and them, "He's going to check your wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game." ”

"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.

"Hmmm......"

After taking the wand, Ollivander swirled between his slender fingers as if he were fiddling with a baton, and the wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he put his wand close to his eyes and held it carefully, "Yes, nine and a half inches...... Strong is good...... Made of maple wood...... It contains...... Oh my God......"

"Contains a baby's hair."

Fleur said, "It's my grandmother's hair." ”

Should I say so?

For Fleur to say this, no one present was surprised.

"That's right."

Ollivander nodded, "I've never used the baby's hair, though. After all, a wand made of Meiwa's hair is too sensitive and willful...... However, everyone has their own hobbies, since it suits you......"

He ran his finger over his wand as he spoke, apparently checking it for abrasions and bruises. Then, in a low voice, he recited a spell to make a bouquet of flowers bloom on the wand's head.

"It's good, it's good, it's in good shape."

Ollivander said as he gathered away the flowers and handed them to Fleur with his wand, "Then Miss Snape, it's your turn. ”

Fleur returned to her seat with a brisk step, passing by Opal as she walked by, pausing slightly without making any pause, not even nodding her head - it was clear that she was very unimpressed with Opal Fleur.

"Ah, this is my work, isn't it?"

When Opal handed the wand over, Ollivander looked much more excited than he had just been, "Yes, I remember it very well. Thirteen and a half inches, made of pliable willow wood, and inside are the heartstrings of the proud and elegant Unicorn King—ahhhh Miss Snape. ”

[Hmm.] ]

Opal nodded politely—she had been back to Ollivanders' shop during her holidays and had learned the story of the unicorn king, who had followed her predecessor, Gaia's son. Although the details are different from her memory, after all, it is a story passed down by word of mouth, and it is easy to understand the slight deformation.

It's just that she was a little surprised that she also knew the phoenix that raised the Unicorn King - although she had lost a lot of memories after Nirvana, the phoenix did belong to Dumbledore.

"It looks like it's been used a lot, but it's in excellent condition...... Are you really taking care of it regularly as I said? ”

Ollivander seemed very kind to Opal.

[Well, it's something I use a lot, after all.] ]

Nodding his head, Opal watched Ollivander flick out the illusion of a silver unicorn with his wand, then took the wand that had been examined and stepped aside.

"Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Following Ollivander's words, Victor stood up and came to his side, shoved his wand directly, and stood there with a frown, his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Hmm."

After checking the wand, Ollivander nodded, "If I'm not mistaken, this is Grigovich's product." 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 wood, which contains the tendinous cord of the dragon's heart, right? ”

He glanced at Victor - he nodded to it, "Much thicker than you're usually seen...... Very hard...... Ten and a quarter of an inch...... Very good. ”

And with the shaking of his hand, the hornbeam's wand thumped like a pistol, and a flock of birds flapped their wings out of the wand head, and then flew out of the open window into the faint sunlight.

"Good."

After Ollivander handed the wand back to Victor, he turned his attention to Harry, "So there's one last one...... Mr. Potter, come here. ”

Harry hesitated a little about Ollivanders' words, after all, he remembered that when he first purchased his wand, Ollivander had commented that it was a little special.

The wand was made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and contained a phoenix's tail feathers—the same bird that had been plucked from Voldemort's wand. Ollivander described him as a "natural enemy".

Although Harry was very skeptical of this assessment.

But Harry never told anyone about it. He liked his wand so much that he couldn't blame it for the relationship between it and Voldemort's wand - just as he couldn't sever his kinship with Aunt Petunia himself.

If he could, he wished Mr. Ollivander hadn't told anyone in the room about it.

Glancing very vaguely towards Rita, who was sitting in some unobtrusive shadow corner of the room, Harry had a strange feeling that if Ollivander had told him about it, Rita Skeeter's shorthand quill that was already moving wildly on parchment would have exploded with excitement.

Luckily Harry's fears didn't happen, though Ollivander had been checking his wand for much longer than the others. But in the end, he handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good condition.

"Thank you."

After Ollivander had finished checking, Dumbledore stood up from 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." ”

For Harry, it was probably the most enjoyable thing for him today. Just as he stood up to leave, 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?" ”

"Uh-huh, let's take a group photo."

Rita Skeeter said, her eyes sweeping over Opal's body and then on Harry, "maybe a few more solo pictures later." ”

Originally, Harry thought that the photo would be fast, but he didn't expect it to take a long time.

Madame Maxime could block others from any position she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to take her in; 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.

Originally supposed to be used to this kind of thing, Crow habitually dodged behind everyone. The photographer seemed to be particularly keen to get Fleur and Opal in front of her, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position. Then, she insisted on taking solo photos of the warriors one by one.

All in all, it was a chaotic and long scene, so much so that it took a long time for them to finally get out.

Harry went downstairs to eat, and was surprised to find that Hermione wasn't there—probably in the library and couldn't get out.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was still a little strange at the moment, and the Slytherin students were talking to him without letting him hear what was being said, but the mocking expression was still palpable. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were still staring at Harry, as if trying to figure out how he managed to sign up. The Gryffindor students were afraid of the world, and many of them tried to come up to greet him or continue to send messages from him—and so it was very successful, and Harry once again ran straight to the Room of Requirement.

I have to say that this damn Gryffindor curiosity...... It's really troublesome.

Upon returning to the Room of Requirement, Harry eats the meal that the house-elves had made at his request, and receives a letter from his godfather, Siris Black, from Hades, the beautiful black owl of Opal.

The content of the letter is also very simple, it is believed that Harry was framed to become another Hogwarts Warrior, and asked Harry to meet at the fireside in Gryffindor House at 1 a.m. on November 22nd.

For Harry, this was probably another piece of good news.

[Look at what's giggling there......]

Just as Harry was relieved to know that he was now safe because of Siris' letter, he heard Opal's voice.

"Why are you here?"

Harry was relaxed at Opal, "I thought it was Hermione coming......"

[Hermione has a slight problem, she should be going to the medical wing now.] ]

However, this time, Opal obviously brought a bad sense of caution.

"Hermione?! Medical wing?! What happened to her? ”

Compared to Ron, who has gradually drifted apart, Harry now gets along well with Gryffindor students of the same age, and there is only one Hermione left - as for Slytherin, needless to say, although there are always various blows and complaints when getting along, Harry's relationship with Draco, Pansie, Blaise and Opal is really good - so he is naturally very worried about the news of Hermione's accident.

No, as he spoke, Harry was already ready to leave the Room of Requirement and go to the Medical Wing.

[No need to go, Hermione should have been transferred to St. Mungo's by now.] The Gryffindor students clashed with the Slytherins, only to be hit directly by the bounced spell that hit Hermione, who was just passing by, and to make matters worse, Hermione was holding the magic plant in her hand to help Professor Flitwick send the medical wing, and the two had a chain reaction Hermione was hit...... But I've seen it, and it's not serious, but it's a bit more troublesome to deal with. She'll be back in about two or three days. ]

Opal stopped him directly, [I just came over to tell you.] In the next few days, you will probably be on your own. Neither I nor Draco can talk to you much. ]

"Huh? Isn't it because you're busy dating your fiancé? ”

Knowing that Hermione wasn't in much danger, Harry was relieved, and couldn't help but laugh and tease Opal after hearing her last sentence.

[How?] Envy, jealousy, hatred? ]

However, to Harry's surprise, instead of blushing at his ridicule, Opal responded directly and generously, [Speaking of which, Harry, you are not young...... Aren't you going to think about your own business? If memory serves, the warriors at the Christmas party are to lead the dance with their dance partners. ]

"What?!"

Harry was frightened by the news Opal gave, "What the hell is the lead dancer?!" Opal: Is your message accurate? ”

The female friends he spoke to at Hogwarts were Hermione, Opal, and Pancy. But the problem is that Opal is clearly with her fiancé, and Pansy is already engaged...... So he had to go to Hermione?!

Merlin, though he was trained in etiquette and didn't bother too much with dancing, the question was...... Hermione's dancing skills are really flattering!

Thinking of the toe he had been stepped on by Hermione for an unknown number of times when he had been contacted by Opal on the training sheet, Harry felt as if it was necessary to give himself some wax first.

[You only have to look at the literature to know this kind of thing.] ]

Opal understood Harry's questioning and explained it to him in passing, [but I think Harry should have a headache in the first Brave Race and can't focus on anything else, so I would like to remind you.] ]

"I'd rather you didn't say anything."

The corners of his mouth twitched, Harry really didn't know whether he should thank her or hate her.

[Why?] Wouldn't it be nice if you just invited Hermione? ]

"That's why I ...... because I could only invite Hermione"

Rolling his eyes widely, Harry said angrily at Opal, "Anyway, Opal, how can you, who already have a fiancé like Pansy, understand the pain of a single person like me." ”

[So...... Is this the sorrow of a single dog? ]

Blinking, Opal smiled and continued to poke Harry's heart, [Don't worry, I'm not going to tell Harry, you don't even have your first love until now.] ]

"Opal!"

Harry could be said to be grinding his teeth at the moment, "Do you have such a friend!" ”

Friends!