"Ah, this is my product, isn't it?" As Cedric handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander said, the expression on his face now much more excited than it had just been, "Yes, I remember it very well. There was a hair plucked from the tail of a particularly beautiful male unicorn, which must have been five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail hair, and it almost poked me in a hole with its horns. Twelve and a quarter inches, made of oak wood, with good elasticity. In excellent condition, do you care for it regularly? ”

"Just wiped it last night." Cedric said, grinning.

Mr. Ollivander puffed out a string of silvery-white smoke rings from Cedric's wand head, and the smoke rings drifted from one end of the room to the other, and he expressed his satisfaction and said, "Miss Granger, it's your turn." ”

Hermione stood up and walked over to hand Ollivander her wand. Ollivander stroked Hermione's wand as if it were his own child: "Fourteen inches long, made of grapevine wood, with a core of dragon's heartstrings. I was shocked when this wand chose you, this wand is undoubtedly powerful, but its characteristics are more suitable for witches, and few witches are chosen by such a wand. It wasn't until later, when I heard about your excellent performance in school, that my doubts were dispelled. Your excellent grades, which are not inferior to the wizards, prove that this wand was chosen right. The wand chooses the wizard, and the eagle spreads its wings! ”

It seems to be intended to be compared to Krum's wand, which is also the heart of Dragon's Heartstrings, but from two different wandmakers.

Hermione's wand wasn't as dynamic as Krum's wand was casting, but the eagle that Ollivander unleashed with her wand was so powerful that it blew their robes up and flew out the window when it flapped its wings.

There was a sudden movement in Krum's otherwise listless eyes, and he became very interested in Hermione and her wand.

Fleur Derakul, who noticed this, couldn't help but think in her heart, it turned out that this guy was not a wooden man.

It's just that Fleur is unhappy again, Fleur has always been confident in her charm, but her charm has not caused any reaction in Victor Krum, which can't help but make her a little frustrated.

However, the seemingly unremarkable Hogwarts witch caught his attention before himself.

This made Fleur extremely unhappy, and she also turned her gaze to Hermione, she wanted to take a good look, what is there to pay attention to this witch?

It's not that Fleur has any thoughts about Wickdor Klum, she's a natural stunner, and she doesn't care about the prey she conquers, but she remembers the people who didn't bow down under her pomegranate skirt, not to mention that Wickdor Krum still has the aura of being the youngest Seeker in the history of Quidditch Superstars.

Dissatisfied with her desires, Fleur has already thought about Hermione Granger, and is ready to focus on her during the game, and must press her. The victory or defeat of the Triwizard Tournament, Beauxbatons's honor, was temporarily thrown into second place by her.

I have to say that the jealousy of girls is really terrible.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back to Hermione, "and the last one—Mr. Potter." ”

Harry stood up and walked over to Mr. Ollivanders, pulling out his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly twinkling with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly. ”

Harry also remembers as if it had happened yesterday...

Three years ago, that summer, on his eleventh birthday, he and Hagrid walked into Mr. Ollivanders' shop to buy a wand. Mr. Ollivander measured the measurements of the various parts of his body, and began to hand him the wands to try on.

Harry felt like he had waved all the wands in the shop before finally finding one that worked for him. The wand was made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and contained a phoenix's tail hair.

Mr. Ollivander was amazed to see how handy Harry was fiddling with the wand. "It's amazing," he said, "it's amazing." ”

When Harry asked what was so wonderful, Mr. Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand and the feather in Voldemort's wand had been plucked from the same bird.

Harry never told anyone about it. He liked his wand very much, and in his opinion, the relationship between it and Voldemort's wand was not to blame, just as he could not sever his kinship with Aunt Penny, whom he once hated so much.

However, he really hoped that Mr. Ollivander would not tell the people in the room about it. He had a strange feeling: if Mr. Ollivander leaked the secret, Rita? Skeeter's shorthand quill would probably explode with excitement.

Mr. Ollivander examined Harry's wand for much longer than the others'. 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 of class soon." ”

Harry and Hermione were about to leave together, 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, let's take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes falling on Harry once more, "maybe a few more solo shots later." ”

It took a long time to take pictures. Madame Maxim blocked others from wherever she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far away and take her into the lens; 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. As for Krum, I really didn't expect him, a famous world-class Quidditch star, to hide behind everyone.

The photographer seemed particularly keen to get Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position. Then, she insisted on taking solo photos of the Warriors and the Warriors bench one by one. It took a long time for them to finally get out.

In the evening, Maple finally got into action, quietly following Crook Hill, which hooked up with Sirius again, and often stole food for Sirius to eat.

Maple knew from the beginning that Sirius was supposed to be hiding in the Screaming Shack, but in order to disguise his foresight, he chose to follow Crook Hill.

Crook Hill had limited food in its mouth, but it still struggled to run fast on its short legs.

What a good cat with affection and righteousness!

Maple has been following the footsteps of Crook Hill in the sky in the image of Animagus, so it does not alert Crook Hill. The little figure of Crook Hill ran all the way to the beating willow, and entered through an inconspicuous hole at the base of the beating willow.

Its small body doesn't have to worry about being attacked by the Beater Willow, and so does Maple's Animagus.

Maple flew into a very low tunnel, the entrance of this tunnel is a slope downward, and the entrance is guarded by the beating willow, which is very hidden, no wonder it has not been discovered by the students for so many years.

However, Hogwarts has not met someone as curious as Voldemort for so many years, and the Weasley brothers are curious enough, but they don't have enough strength to deal with Beat Willow, so they have never discovered the ability to scar Beat Willow.

Hogwarts has set so many school rules, but Filch, who can't do magic, is an obvious implication that as long as you have the ability not to get caught, then you are not breaking the school rules.

In fact, if Voldemort wasn't cruel by nature, he was indeed more adventurous than Gryffindor.

Luckily, Maple learned the transformation of the Animagus, otherwise he would have to hunch over even though he was a minor.

It may be a bit tricky to walk through a long tunnel, but it's a short distance for the bats in Crookshant and Maple.

Once in the tunnel, there was no need to hide anymore, and Maple rushed through the air and went straight over Crook Mountain.

The clever Crook Hill also smelled at once that the bat that suddenly appeared was not a real animal, but also an Animagus.

And the smell of bats is faintly familiar to Crook Mountain.

It's just that Maple's obvious move against Sirius made Crookshan anxious, and it threw down the food in its mouth and rushed straight at full speed, but it still couldn't catch up.

At the end of the tunnel was a house, a messy, dusty house. The wallpaper had fallen off the walls, the floors were stained everywhere, the pieces of furniture were broken, as if they had been broken, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards.

"All the petrochemicals! I really didn't expect that after running away from Azkaban for more than a year, you didn't even get yourself a wand, are you really that notorious Black? Maple said, using her magic to untie Blake's mouth so that he could speak.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, there was another person at Hogwarts who learned Animagus when he was a student." Sirius had a nostalgic look on his face, as if he remembered his school days, his best friend and friend.

Sirius is still so dirty, I don't know how long it has been since he took care of his appearance and clothes. A clump of dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows, like a madman in a mental hospital, he was almost hungry after more than a year of wandering, without a proper meal. The only bright spot on him was his eyes that still had God.

"Sirius Black, should I hand you over to Harry, or should I send you straight back to the Ministry of Magic? I wonder what the Ministry of Magic will do with you when it catches you again? ”

"Don't!" Blake said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you scared?" Maple smiled mockingly.

"No, I'm innocent!" Blake said.

"What are you kidding, you hurt Harry's parents, your best friend, it's a well-known fact!" Maple snapped.

"I don't deny it, but it's not the whole truth. I-" Blake said calmly.

"I don't need to listen to your sophistry, I just need to take you-"

At this moment, Crookshan rushed in from outside the door and threw himself directly at the wand in Maple's hand, but before he could pounce on Maple, he was bounced open by an invisible barrier.

Maple was faster than Crookshan, unleashing a silent ironclad spell before Crookshan pounced on him.

Blake couldn't help but sigh that Maple's magical skills had reached the point where he could easily come to him, and he really couldn't imagine that he was still a student.

After being bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse, Crookshan pounced again.

Failed again and again, but Crook Hill pounced again and again.

"Enough, Crookshan, why are you defending him so much, he's just a murderer." Maple shouted angrily, "If you don't stop, I'll do magic on you." ”

Crookhill seemed to understand Maple's words, and instead of fearlessly resisting Maple, he jumped on top of Blake, climbed to his chest, and blocked Blake's heart with his own body.

"Go away, Crookshan, go away!" Black muttered, trying to get Crookhill out of him, but Crookhill dug his claws deep into Black's robes, just not moving. It turned its ugly face to Maple and looked at him with those big yellow eyes, who seemed to feel the begging in its eyes.

"Crookshan, you can't help him, unless he's—um-" Maple said with a sudden look in his eyes, and then, to Blake's surprise, tore off the sleeve of his left hand.

"You don't have a Dark Mark on your arm, you're not a Death Eater?" Maple said.

"You know the Death Eaters?" Blake said in surprise.

"I met them after the Quidditch World Cup, and they all had a Dark Mark on their left arm, without exception, I believe you now, you are innocent." Maple said as she lifted Blake's petrification spell, then sat down and said, "I want to hear your story. ”

"Death Eaters have dark markings on their left arms?" Blake was shocked to hear the news, apparently he didn't know the situation either.

"Here's the thing...

"I really didn't expect that Professor Lupin and you are classmates, let me think about how to tell Harry the truth of the matter." Maple said.

。。。

"I'm sorry, Crookshan, I wronged you. I didn't hurt you just now, I'll go to the kitchen and get you something good, don't complain to Hermione. Maple left the screaming shack with Crook Hill in his arms, and as soon as he came out of the secret passage, he coaxed Crook Hill with kind words.

"Okay, get one for Blake, too."

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