"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 was not very substandard for wands, such as monster hair," he said, looking up and down his work and making a tirade, "which ignited my determination to find the best materials and make my wands from the best materials after inheriting the family's workshop." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The old man chattered, "Then this goal became a reality. After much research and experimentation, I have come to the conclusion that there are only three substances that meet the criteria of 'Made in Ollivanders'--- namely: the hair of a unicorn, the nerve of a dragon, and the feathers of a phoenix... But there have been successes and failures in the experiments..."

"Dian cypress wood... Cave newt spine... Unparalleled elasticity..."At this point, Mr. Ollivander paused, his brow furrowed, and reached out to measure the length of the wand, and then looked at Roger with burning eyes.

"I remember this wand was nine and a half inches long when it picked you, didn't it?" he asked urgently.

Roger scratched his chin and rolled his eyes and thought for a long time: "Who would remember this... You say yes, then it should be..."

The boy knows how perverted this wandmaker's memory is, and despite his gray-haired and wrinkled face, he is completely at the age of Alzheimer's disease, but Ollivander can remember every wand he sells!

When Professor McGonagall led Roger to buy a wand three years ago, the old man said the ingredients of McGonagall's wand.

Ollivanders' pale eyes were almost attached to the wand: "There are creases, scratches, knots, and the whole skin is red..."

Muttering to himself for a while, the old man folded the parchment paper on the table with a serious expression and threw it out, and then handed the wand back to Roger.

"In good condition, no problem. Mr. Ollivander announced solemnly, but his mouth squirmed twice, as if swallowing back something he was about to say.

Roger felt that the old man's state had become a little strange, but he had already begun to call Hermione in the back to come up and test the wand, and the boy didn't bother too much to put away the wand and sit back.

Mr. Ollivander didn't ramble any more nonsense, and the whole test became rushed, as if something important was rushing him.

"Grapevine wood... Dragon's heart tendon cord... Fourteen inches... Very flexible... A clear spring is like water!"

After announcing that Hermione's wand was in perfect condition, Mr. Ollivander immediately called Neville forward without pause.

"Rowan wood... The unicorn's hair... Twelve and a quarter inches... Moderate elasticity... Good condition," Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Neville, "I have to say that it was not a wise choice to inherit my father's wand, it was always the wand that chose the wizard. ”

Then, without waiting for Neville to say anything, he immediately asked Ginny to bring her wand.

"Red Oak... The nerves of the dragon... Eleven and a half inches... Slightly less elastic... In good condition. ”

Then hand it over to Luna immediately.

"Pine... The feathers of the phoenix... Thirteen inches... It's very resilient... In good condition. ”

It wasn't until the last little savior came on the scene that Ollivander's urgency slowed down a little, and there was a chatter posture that had just been chattering: "yes, I remember it clearly... An extraordinary combination... Holly... Phoenix tail feathers... Eleven inches... It's flexible..."

He had been checking Harry's wand a little longer than the others'. Finally, a puff of wine erupted from the wand before handing it back to Harry, announcing that it was in good condition.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said, standing up at the referee's table, "now you can go back to class... Maybe it's more convenient to go straight down to eat, and they're going to be out of class soon. ”

When Deng had finished speaking, Mr. Ollivander looked like he was waiting to go home after finishing his work, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

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

"Hmm... Well, let's take a group photo," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry again, "maybe a few more solo shots later." ”

It took a long time to take pictures. Roger always planned to add special effects to himself, so he remade it several times...

And Madame Maxim, no matter where she stood, blocked others, and the room was too small and there were enough people for the photographer to stand far away and take her into the camera... Until finally, she had to sit down, and everyone else stood around her.

Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it. Krum, an international star who was supposed to adapt to this kind of scene, dodged and hid behind everyone.

The photographer seems to be particularly keen to get the charismatic Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always catches up and pulls the little savior to the forefront. Then, she insisted on taking solo photos of the warriors one by one.

After Roger finished taking the picture with the unique appearance pose of the Supreme Treasure, Mr. Ollivander disappeared in the morning, and he was going to ask him a little about what made him look like a different person after checking his wand...

But since everyone is gone, forget it... Roger didn't care too much, anyway, the wand is not a particularly expensive thing, why don't you buy it if it breaks...

So the small group of them ganged up and made a lot of noise and went downstairs to the auditorium for dinner as usual.

"Hey, Roger, what's the matter with your wand? The material sounds so different from ours... What kind of salamander bone is the core of the staff?" Hermione asked curiously.

Although they went to the wand shop together to buy wands, because Roger had been choosing wands for too long, she and her mother and Roger's aunt went to buy other necessities first, so they didn't know the materials of his wand.

"And when the old gentleman finished reading Roger's wand, he looked like he didn't want to have too much contact with him~" At this time, Luna also said leisurely, and Roger noticed that this girl still had a pair of bells and whistles anti-demon glasses on her clothes.

But then, the boy was attracted by the words of the wind girl: "Too much contact... Afraid of me?"

Luna's words were often to the point, and Roger's eyes narrowed, but he didn't come up with anything.

Even if the old man was a wandmaker, he couldn't have known what his master had done just by touching the wand...?