"Let me introduce, Mr. Ollivanders. Dumbledore took a seat at the referee's table and said to the players, "He'll check your wand to make sure they're in good shape before the game starts." ”

Harry looked around and saw an old wizard standing quietly by the window, his eyes large but dim.

Harry was shocked, he had seen him before. He's a wandmaker, and three years ago, he bought a wand from him on Diagon Alley Street.

"Miss Delacour, please come out first. Mr. Ollivander said and stood in the middle.

Fleur Delacour strode forward and handed him her wand.

"Uh-huh......" he muttered, his slender fingers turning his wand like a baton. The wand emitted some pink, golden fire, and he brought it to his eyes to take a closer look.

"Yes, 9.25 inches, not easy to fold, rosewood, and ...... Oh, my God. ”

"It uses the baby's hair. Fleur said. "My grandma's. ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, "yes, though I never use the hair of a baby to make my own wands, it is still quite sensitive...... Either way, each has its own good, as long as it suits you......"

Mr. Ollivanders' fingers slid along the wand, apparently looking for scratches and bumps.

Then he muttered, "Orchideous!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms from the tip of the wand. "Good, good, working in good condition. Mr. Ollivander set aside the flowers and gave them to Fleur along with her wand.

"Mr. Diggory, it's your turn. ”

Fleur quietly returned to her place and smiled at Cedric.

"Hah, I made this wand, didn't I?" Mr. Ollivander took Cedric's wand, looking more enthusiastic. "Yes, I remember it very well, because of a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly good male unicorn. The male unicorn had so many powerful limbs that I grabbed its tail and it almost killed me with its horns. 12.25 inches long, bouncy, good, in good working condition. Do you wipe it regularly?"

"I just rubbed it with oil last night. Cedric grinned. Harry looked down at his wand, finger prints all over the place. He tugged at the saturation on his knees, trying to secretly wipe his wand clean. Several golden sparks shot out from its bottom end.

Fleur Delacour glanced at him very arrogantly and he didn't dare to wipe it again.

Mr. Ollivander sent a string of silver smoke rings from Cedric's wand neck, and he was so satisfied that he exclaimed, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn." ”

Victor Krum stood up, hung his head, and hurried towards Ollivander, drawing his wand, frowning, and standing there, his hands in the pockets of his robe.

"Hmm. "If I'm not mistaken, this is made by Greenington, who is a good staff maker." Although the styles he makes are ...... to mine."

He raised his wand and spun it around in front of his eyes, observing it very closely.

"Yes, hornbeam and dragon's heartstrings?" he glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Thicker than the normal one, fairly stable, 1O.25 inches...... Avis (flock of birds)!"

The wand made of hornbeam let out a gunshot, and several chirping birds grew out of its end, and they flew out of the window and flew in the bright sun.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivanders, returning the wand to Krum. "Who's last...... Mr. Potter?"

Harry stood up and walked past Krum to Ollivanders, handing his wand.

"Ah, yes. Ollivander's dim eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, I remember. ”

Harry remembered as if it had happened yesterday......

On his 11th birthday four years ago, Hagrid took him to the Ollivander store to buy a wand. After Ollivander had made it for him, he gave him some wands. After he tried it, he thought that all the wands in the store were similar. It wasn't until finally that he found the right wand for him, and it was this one, made of holly wood, 11 inches long, containing a feather from a phoenix's tail. It was so harmonious with him that it surprised Ollivanders.

"Strange," he said, "...... It's amazing. ”

Harry asked him where he was, and Ollivander explained that the feathers on the wand had been plucked from the phoenix that had absorbed the essence of Voldemort's wand.

Harry hadn't told anyone about the secret, he loved the wand so much, and in his opinion, it was as unavoidable as it was to Lord Voldemort's wand, just as he couldn't avoid it with Aunt Petunia.

He really hoped that Ollivander wouldn't tell the people in the house about it. If he had said it, Harry thought it was amusing that Rita Skeeter's shorthand pen might explode with excitement.

(If Harry knew by now what Rita Skeeter would have described him, I'm sure Harry wouldn't have laughed.) ）

Ollivander took a long time to examine the wand, and finally, with a puff of wine coming out of it, he returned it to Harry, saying that it was in perfect working order.

"Thank you. Dumbledore stood up. "You can go back to class now, or you can go downstairs for dinner, because they're about to finish—"

Finally getting down to business today, Harry got up and prepared to leave, when the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Picture, Dumbledore, picture!" Bagmund exclaimed excitedly. "What do you think of the referee and the contestant, Rita?"

"It's ——, okay, let's take a group photo first. Rita Skeeter said, staring at Harry again.

"Then take some solo photos. ”

I took it for a long time. Madame Maxim always stood in the way of others, and the photographer had to stand far away to get a picture of her, but the room was too small, so in the end everyone else had to stand, and she sits.

Karkaroff kept twisting his goat's whiskers, trying to roll them up a little. Krum was half-hidden, standing behind the crowd. Harry had thought he was used to it, and the photographer seemed to like to have Fleur in front, but every time Rita Skeeter rushed up and pulled Harry into a prominent position.

She also insisted on taking solo photos of the contestants.

Finally, I can go.

Harry had gone for dinner, and Ron wasn't there. I guess Ron is still sulking at all that indifference.

After eating dinner alone, he returned to Greenington Tower, thinking about the extra homework for his summoning class that had to be completed.

In the dorm, he bumps into Ron.

"There's an owl waiting for you. As he entered, Ron snapped up and pointed to Harry's pillow. The school eagle was waiting for him there.

"Oh. Harry said.

"We've got Snape's dungeon closed tomorrow night. After Ron finished speaking, he didn't look at Harry and walked away. At that moment, Harry really wanted to chase him out, and he didn't know if he wanted to talk to him or beat him up, but both ideas were tempting. Of course, Sirius's reply was more enticing in comparison. He walked over to the barn eagle, took the letter, and opened it.

Harry, there are some things that are not easy to explain in the letter, and to be honest, I should rush back immediately when something like this happens, but the work here is really hard to leave...... Those vampires, we had to chase them out of the UK and investigate them all over Europe.

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself.

You stay with Dumbledore and Moody, and Van Lin. Although I am weak to say this, it is far safer to be by the side of Van Lin than you are to stay by my side......

Harry didn't quite understand what that meant, and was stumped to say that it was just because of the World Cup?

Hasn't Van Lin recovered yet?

In fact, Van Lin had fully recovered about a week ago, and if there was a professor in the school who fought a duel with Van Lin, even if Van Lin did not use the Philosopher's Stone, these professors would have to consider their strength.

During the holidays, Van Lin passed the training set for him by Sirius in a very short time, surpassing the training of ordinary Aurors.

And, naturally, battles are also commonplace.

In fact, that's all Harry knew about his friend.

Harry shook his head, banishing the strange thought.

Sirius was right, there were three powerful wizards with him, one of whom was in the same dormitory.

However, there is no way for them to substitute themselves for participating in the inexplicable Three Witches Fighting Competition......

The name is magical, and God knows what will happen to him if he goes against the will of the Goblet of Fire.

Sirius's letter continued: "But it was terrible that the man would be able to sign you up right under Dumbledore's nose.

I need to meet with you about next Sunday, when I should probably be able to find time.

When the time comes, you call Van Lin, and then we meet in the Gryffindor public lounge, and through Floo.com, you'll have to make sure when the lounge will be empty, after all, the less people know about what we're going to discuss, the better.

Please give me a definite time as soon as possible, I look forward to your reply.

That was the end of Sirius's letter.

As Sirius said, it was difficult for them to understand what was going on through such rudimentary letters.

With Floo fans, this was exactly what Harry was hoping for, and perhaps he could leave Hogwarts for a short time and visit Sirius's house.

Hogwarts, full of suspicion, is not a good place to relax.

As for timing, it's naturally easy to decide.

In fact, if there was no activity, it was usually around ten o'clock in the evening, and the only four of them were left in the entire Gryffindor common room, and perhaps Neville would occasionally be locked out because he had forgotten his password.

This is a setting that everyone is accustomed to, and a new round of passwords has to be changed every semester, and Neville's memory is a thing that is not to be mentioned.