After a while, Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, Lady Maxim, Mr. Crouch and an old man with gray hair came downstairs, Roger had an impression of this old man, Ollivander, the wand seller in Diagon Alley, it can be said that most of the wands of Hogwarts students came from him, and so did Roger's. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The five referees walked to the velvet table in front and sat down, and Dumbledore looked around and saw that an important figure was not present, and couldn't help but ask, "Where is Harry?"

Bagman smiled and pointed to the broom in the corner, and said cheerfully, "Over there, for an exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter." ”

Karkaroff let out a snort of contempt.

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the door of the broomroom and pulled it open, revealing Harry and the undisciplined tabloid sitting inside. Old Deng stood still in the doorway, looked down at the two of them, and then squeezed into the broomroom.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter exclaimed, looking overjoyed... Her fingers were hurrying to clasp the clasp of her crocodile-leather handbag.

"How are you?" she said, standing up and holding out a large, manly hand to Dumbledore, "Have you read my summer article about the International Council of Wizards?"

Their voices were undisguised, and everyone in the room could hear them clearly.

"It's wonderful," said Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling, "I love reading the part where you portrayed me as a rigid old madman." ”

Rita Skeeter didn't look ashamed at all, "I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, and there are a lot of wizards out there..."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 it later." The wand detection ritual is about to begin, and if one of our warriors hides in the broomroom, the ritual cannot be performed. ”

Rita Skeeter leaned slightly, and the little savior immediately returned to the room, and Roger looked at him so desperately to leave the tabloid reporter.

Roger and the others were already sitting in their chairs by the door, Harry hurried over and sat down beside Neville, Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down, Roger caught a glimpse of her stealthily pulling out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spreading it on her knees, smacking the tip of her quill pen, and placing it upright on the parchment.

"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 wand to make sure it's in good shape before the game." ”

The well-known wandsmith was standing silently by the window, two large, light-colored eyes staring at the warriors, who had clearly outnumbered them.

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

Fleur Delacour walked up to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm—" he swirled his wand between his slender fingers as if he were fiddling with a baton, and the wand spewed out many pink and gold sparks. Then he held his wand close to his eyes and carefully held it.

"Yes," Ollivander whispered, "nine and a half inches... The strength is good... Made of maple... It contains... Oh my gosh..."

"It contains a baby's hair," said Fleur, "it's my grandmother's hair." ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivanders, "yes, of course, I have never used a baby's hair. I think a wand made of a 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, in a low voice, he said, "Orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the wand head.

"Good, good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, 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 her.

"Ah, this is my product. When Cedric handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander looked much more excited than he had just been: "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 its tail hair, and the pretty creature almost poked me in a hole with its horns. Twelve and a quarter inches... Made of Oak Wood... Good elasticity. In excellent condition... Are you taking care of it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night. Cedric grinned.

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, drooping his round shoulders and stumbling on his figure-eight 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, although his style isn't very much my own... But..."

He raised his wand and flipped it upside down in front of his eyes, examining it carefully.

"That's right... Hornbeam, with the dragon's heart chord, right?" he glanced at Krum, who nodded, "Much thicker than you're usually seen... Very hard... Ten and a quarter of an inch... A flock of birds!"

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol, and a flock of birds flapped their wings out of the wand and into the faint sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivanders, handing the wand back to Krum, "the next... Mr. Collins. ”

Apparently he was named in the order of the seats.

Roger stood up, brushed shoulders with Krum, and drew his wand from his waist and handed it to Mr. Ollivander.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Ollivanders' pale eyes suddenly flashed with excitement: "This wand, an attempt of my youth..."

"At the beginning of my career, I watched my father, who was also a wand maker, try to make a wand core out of something that wasn't quite standard, such as monster hair," he said, looking up and down his work as he began a tirade, "and it fueled my determination to find the top-level materials and use only the best materials to make my wand after adding up to my family's offense and defense." ”