“…… Mr. McLean, it's your turn. Ollivander returned the wand to Hermione and said to Marka.

Maca got up from her seat, pulled out her wand and handed it over.

"Oh yes, yes, I remember you coming to my shop to buy this ......," Ollivander said subconsciously, but when he took Maca's wand, he was stunned.

"This ...... This is...... Is this a magic wand? He incredulously said, "Who made the wand?" ”

Mr. Ollivanders' surprised expression intrigued everyone, and everyone looked curiously at the wand in his hand.

From the outside, this wand with a slightly reddish body is indeed quite unusual.

The body of the staff has only been polished in the roughest way, and it is not even painted or waxed, so it is so rough and rough in front of everyone.

Not to mention the various carved shapes of other wands, which are straight and bare from the tip to the handle. If it hadn't been for Maca, everyone would have thought it was just a thinned stick.

Marka's reaction to Ollivander had been expected, and he shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Wand, it's enough to be able to use it...... I made it myself. ”

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes began to glow except for Mr. Ollivanders, Harry, and Hermione.

In the global wizarding world, wand-making has always been monopolized by a limited number of families, and if you want to buy a wand, you have to visit those stores.

Needless to say, this is definitely a rare craft that can be eaten on it for a lifetime.

"You made it yourself?" Mr. Ollivander was astonished, his eyes widened and he said, "But I don't see whose style it is from this wand...... Who taught you this craft? ”

Maca waved her hand and said, "Mr. Ollivanders, you better check your wand as soon as possible!" Harry is waiting! ”

"Oh-well," Ollivander nodded helplessly, raising his wand again to take a closer look, "Hmm...... Scots pine, which should be a little over ten and a quarter of an inch long, is not a very precise specification......"

Suddenly, Ollivanders paused, then exclaimed again, "Oh! Oh my god - this rod core...... This feeling...... Could it be—"

"Yes, that's the spinal nerve of the Dementors." Maca nodded calmly.

As you can imagine, everyone in this small classroom was so surprised that they couldn't keep their mouths shut. After all, no one expected that Maca's wand would hide such a terrifying thing.

"The spinal nerves of the Dementors can be used to make the core of a wand?" Madame Maxime looked surprised and confused, and she subconsciously looked over to Dumbledore.

"I'm more concerned about the other thing - the Dementors can be destroyed, I know that. But......" said Mr. Bagman, puzzled, "but don't they all dissipate when they die?" ”

"That's just because the Patronus Charm reacted to the Dementors in some way......" Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said softly, "As for the rod core...... I don't know, but Mr. Ollivander can answer our questions - he's an expert in this area. ”

Headmaster Dumbledore...... If you had asked me before today, I wouldn't have known," Ollivander said helplessly, "You know, no one had ever used the spinal nerves of a Dementor for a wand core before this - at least I hadn't heard of it. ”

He raised his wand again, looked at it a few more times, and then continued, "But today I can see it firsthand—the core of this wand is very sensitive...... Extremely sensitive! Believe me, there aren't many wizards who can use this wand well, and it's very picky. It's still a good wand, though! ”

"Although it has a rough appearance, the craftsmanship is very exquisite. Moreover, it seems to have used some unique technique to maintain the stability of the spell when casting......"

"But I have to say, if I want to use this wand to its fullest potential, I have to say - it's good for casting dark magic."

This word is always very uncomfortable, and it conjures up a lot of bad aspects. Thankfully, Maca is now a Durmstrang man - there has always been a tolerance for the dark arts.

Ollivander waved his wand, and a puff of gray mist rose in front of him, then dissipated itself onto the roof.

"It's a bit of an issue with accuracy, but ...... Not bad, it's a very powerful wand. He handed the wand back to Maca and nodded, "You must have put a lot of effort into making wands at this age!" ”

Maca agreed, "yes, it's a craft that requires knowledge, and I did spend a lot of time on it. ”

"Keep persevering, this is a road that will never end." Ollivander gave him a word of encouragement, then he raised his head and shouted, "So, the last one...... Mr. Potter. ”

Harry stood up, rubbed shoulders with Maca, and walked towards Mr. Ollivanders. He also handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, a pair of pale eyes twinkling with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly. ”

Mr. Ollivander had also spent a lot of time inspecting Harry's wand, and not in surprise as he had had just done when he had examined Maca's wand—he had examined it carefully.

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 soon—"

Everyone stood up and prepared 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, take a group photo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes falling back to Harry, who was a little reluctant, "maybe we'll have to take a few more pictures of the solo later." ”

It took a long time to take pictures.

Madame Maxim, no matter where she stood, blocked others. And the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and take her in the lens.

In the end, she had to sit down, and everyone else was standing around her—yes, like a family photo called "Mom and Her Kids."

Harry and Hermione weren't interested in it, they just stood there and posed casually.

The photographer seemed particularly keen to get Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position.

As for Maca, he stood beside him with a blank face, and no one asked him to move his position or anything.

When Rita Skeeter wanted to take a few solo photos of the Warriors one by one, Maca simply lifted her legs and walked away - he didn't have time to spend here.

Eventually, Harry was pestered by Rita Skeeter for a long time, and when he went to the auditorium for dinner and then listlessly went upstairs to the dormitory, he met Ron.

"You've got an owl." As soon as Harry walked in, Ron pointed to Harry's pillow and said stiffly.

There, a school barn owl is waiting for him.

"Oh—okay." Harry said.

Ron walked out of the room without looking at Harry.

For a moment, Harry considered whether or not to chase him out - he couldn't figure out if he wanted to talk to Ron or beat him up, both of which seemed appealing.

Sirius's reply, however, was too tempting.

Harry strode over to the barn owl, untied the letter from its feet, and laid it on the bed and gently flattened it.

——————

Harry:

I can't speak freely in the letter, it would be too dangerous in case the owl was intercepted - we need to talk about it in person. Can you promise to wait for me alone by the fire in the Gryffindor Tower at 1 a.m. on November 22nd?

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself, and I don't think anyone will be able to hurt you as long as you're around Dumbledore and Moody.

However, it seems that someone is trying to do this - it would be very risky to sign you up for the tournament, especially if Dumbledore was right under his nose.

Watch out, Harry.

If anything unusual happens, I still want you to write to me. In case of an emergency, go to Maca for help.

Please let us know as soon as possible if you can make an appointment on November 22.

Sirius

——————

For the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione waited for that day to come.

Harry felt some kind of spiritual support from his godfather, like the only bright spot on the dark horizon.

Hermione, on the other hand, always felt that perhaps she could get some important clues from Sirius.

……

Not to mention Harry and Hermione, at least Maca has had a very "full" life in the past two weeks.

Not only did he have to keep an eye on Moody's movements from time to time, but he also had to continue his magical research in his spare time.

Especially since the last time he experienced the Drill Heart Curse, he has been trying to use Phoenician magic to simulate the kind of soul-shaking magic effect. If he succeeds, then he may be able to find the key to unlocking the emotional blockade.

So far, however, there has been little progress.

Then, he had to feed the young of the eight-eyed giant spiders at regular intervals, and occasionally go for a walk in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night or something.

If you want to talk about busyness, it is estimated that Dumbledore can compare to him.

Just when everyone was busy with their own business, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was approaching day by day.