Harry handed out his wand.

Ollivander took it, the wand was clean, without any fingerprints, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Harry, it seems that you bought this wand from me only yesterday. ”

"More than three years have passed, more than 1,200 days." Harry kindly reminded him.

Ollivander pouted, "I know you're the owner of the cedar wand, so you don't need to remind me of that." ”

He paused to make sure Harry wasn't prepared to say anything more before continuing, "It's hard to imagine that you'd be a Quidditch athlete with no signs of collision. ”

"I usually stuff it in my hat when I'm Quidditch." Harry replied.

The Sorting Hat shouted, "Just stuff it into me." ”

Fleur was taken aback: "Can it speak?" ”

"Of course, doesn't Miss Murray know that Hogwarts has a talking hat?" The Sorting Hat muttered, "I'm a Gryffindor hat, and I'm famous." ”

Fleur looked at it and breathed, "I thought the Gryffindor hat would be better."

She couldn't find a word that didn't demean the Sorting Hat and depict the image of the Sorting Hat in her own image.

"It does look like a dirty, old broken hat." Harry said what she wanted to say.

The Sorting Hat shouted, "Harry! ”

"But it doesn't affect its appearance, it's the best hat in the world." Harry continued.

The Sorting Hat snorted proudly, "That's right, I'm the best hatter. ”

Fleur stopped talking.

She didn't know what to complain about, should she first say that this hat was too easy to be fooled, or should she first say that this hat is still a hat?

Ollivander coughed lightly: "Potter, you take good care of your wand, I've been worried all the time, after all, you made that kind of request to me, but fortunately you didn't live up to your wand, it gets along well with you." ”

"Eleven inches, cedar wood, phoenix feathers, for the sharpest wizard."

He waved his wand lightly: "Clear water is like a spring." ”

The wand reluctantly cooperated with him, snorting out a stream of water.

"It's not very welcoming to me." Ollivander sighed, "I'm its father. ”

On the wand, the aura of resistance is even more intense.

Ollivander hurriedly returned the wand: "Very good wand, continue to treat it well." ”

He turned around and was about to return to his seat.

"Wait, Mr. Ollivanders." Harry called out to him.

Ollivander looked back in confusion.

"I'm in a special situation, and I have two more things for you to check." Harry's tone was calm.

Ollivander chuckled inwardly, "You went to another wandmaker behind my back to buy a wand?" ”

Harry shook his head and pulled the Gryffindor sword from his Sorting Hat, "No, I have a melee weapon in addition to my wand, can you check it out by the way?" ”

"Gryffindor Sword." Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression and tone became complicated, "Aha, I remember very well that when you first met, you asked me where I could make a sword, and you really got one." ”

"Gryffindor's weapon, it's excellent"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Harry's movements.

He then pulled out the snake bone sword from the sorting hat, "Actually, there are two, please check them." ”

Ollivander held the Gryffindor sword, looked at the snake bone sword, and finally fell to the wand still held by Harry, and it happily wrapped its breath around its master's wrist, gritting its teeth.

How can you do that!

Your master acquires not only other weapons, but even two.

Be sober!

You're a wand of cedar wood and a phoenix feather wand!

"I don't really understand this stupid, rude weapon!" He gritted his back molars tightly, and a few words popped out of his throat, "Mr. Bagman, you should have brought a goblin over, I'm just a staff maker, not a blacksmith!" ”

Bagman poked his head out, "Mr. Ollivanders, I've heard of you when you were younger."

Ollivander interrupted him: "That's just a rumor, Ollivander has always focused only on wands. ”

"Then I'll call the goblins to check again?" Bagman sighed with some regret, took out his wand, and prepared to recite the Patronus Charm.

Karkaroff coughed twice: "No wizard will use this weapon, I don't think there is any need to check it." ”

"Maybe I should bring a portrait of Gryffindor?" Harry was expressionless.

Karkaroff subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Harry, do you think there's something wrong with your weapon?" Dumbledore looked at him tenderly.

Harry shook his head, "I know their state very well. ”

Dumbledore looked at Ludo, "Then don't bother calling the goblins over, I remember that your sword was from Legnack?" ”

Harry nodded.

"The goblin?" Ludo was a little surprised, "The Ministry of Magic grabbed him last time to let him do something for the Ministry of Magic, Harry, you can convince it." ”

He thought of something, and his tone was a little strange: "Could it be the Gryffindor sword?"

"I don't know when I'm going to be a fool in your head." Harry interrupted.

Lu Duo paused, nodded, and there was still some worry in his words: "Really? I can call Legnack in and check it again."

He still couldn't finish his words.

Maxim interrupted, his tone dissatisfied: "Mr. Bagman, you have too much preference for Mr. Potter, don't forget your identity, you are now a referee, be fair." ”

"Okay." Ludo sighed regretfully.

Ollivander handed the Gryffindor sword back and stabbed it into the Sorting Hat, "Mr. Potter, how do you stick this back in?" ”

"It's not like that!" The Sorting Hat shouted anxiously, "Hey, that's too rough, be aligned, forget it, you better let Harry come." ”

Harry took over and inserted both swords back, and Ollivander felt much more comfortable.

That's it, a wizard should look like a wizard, just hold a wand, and hold a sword.

It didn't take long to check the wand.

On the contrary, the next photo shoot took a long time, and Karkaroff always wanted to put Krum in the center, and Maxim and the pot-bellied videographer felt that Fleur should be in the center.

Ludo and Rita agreed that Harry should be put at the center.

After a long period of verbal talk, they were finally persuaded by Dumbledore, with Ludo in the center, the three Warriors beside him, and then the three Headmasters, Lady Maxime, who was the largest, occupied the center of the back row, and Karkaroff and Dumbledore on the left and right.

Waste an entire afternoon.

He also missed a Potions class, which made Harry feel very bad, he was in a bad mood, Rita was terrified, and the Daily Prophet was about to usher in a bloody storm.

Harry returned to the Great Hall, and the dinner party began.

His plate already stocked some of his favorite food, but had been swept up almost once by Ron and Neville.

"Why did it take so long?" Hermione looked at the few people in the teacher's chair who were also late, and among them was Rita, the woman who looked very annoying.

"Something that wastes time." Harry ripped a piece of meat from the lamb chop, "Interview, group photo, whatever." ”

He paused, "And I think the role of the Ministry of Magic may end there." ”

Hermione wondered, "They still work?" ”

She had already seen the nature of the Ministry of Magic - in the Quidditch World Cup, it was only after Harry had finished cleaning up the Death Eaters that this group would show up, even if Scotland was not so slow, they would at least invite Sherlock Holmes afterwards.

And Ludo has not been punished in any way, and continues to be in charge of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Maybe." Harry looked at Ludo in high spirits.

Wait for the dinner to be halfway through.

Hagrid snuck in, bent over his waist—even then, he was half a body taller than the young wizards.

He walked up to Harry, "Congratulations, Harry, how does it feel to be a warrior?" ”

"It's a little annoying." Harry expressed his feelings bluntly, "Everywhere you go now, you will be watched, Professor Sprout is so good at talking, there were even more than thirty people in the greenhouse in the last herbal medicine class. ”

"That's the reputation of a warrior." Hagrid patted him lightly on the shoulder and lowered his voice, "Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, come to my cabin, wearing your invisibility cloak, I have a surprise to show you." ”

Harry looked at him.

The huge, bearded face was filled with an excited smile: "Something to do with the first project?" ”

"Harry?" Hagrid was stunned and surprised.

"Really." Harry nodded thoughtfully, "But isn't the Triwizard Tournament forbidding the professor to help?" Professor Hagrid. ”

The sound of "Professor Hagrid" made him grin brightly: "On the surface, I say so, but like the rules of Hogwarts, the professors of every school will spare no effort to help the warriors." ”

"Tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the evening, remember the invisibility cloak, you can't be someone else"

"Let me think about it." Harry thought of Charlie, of his farewell to himself at the train station, "The first project was a dragon?" ”

Hagrid was shocked: "How do you know?" ”

"Charlie sent me a birthday present during the summer vacation, a vivid model of a fire dragon, and a book on how to deal with dragons." Harry was expressionless, "He knows that I love the materials on the dragon more than the model, and the materials are cheaper. ”

"I was a little confused at the time, but now I understand."

Hagrid nodded numbly, "Harry, you're still so sharp, it's a surprise." ”

"I was pleasantly surprised." Harry's expression didn't change much, "It's a triwizard tournament, and the first event is dragon slaying." ”

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and hesitated to speak: "Although you should have the strength to slay dragons, but the remaining two warriors do not, I don't think the first project will be so rude." ”

Harry shook his head.

Hagrid was a little confused.

Hermione explained for him, "Harry meant that whatever the first project was, it would be dragon slaying for him. ”

As she spoke, she reached out and poked the armor under her robe: "Dragon's skin seems to be better than basilisk skin?" ”

Hagrid looked at both of them in horror.

What's going on?

He stopped talking, and finally sighed, "Okay, then are you coming tomorrow night?" That's a dragon after all. ”

"Of course." Harry answered.

Ron leaned his head over and muttered, "What are you talking about?" ”

Their discussion was so quiet that it was hard for Hagrid, and his face was red.

"Tomorrow night to see something beautiful, do you want to be together?" Harry extended an invitation to him.

Ron nodded, not forgetting to stuff the pudding into his mouth.

Hagrid got up, walked towards the teacher's chair with a ruddy face, and began to talk to Maxim with a smug face.

Hermione looked at him, expressionless, "That's bad, Hagrid might be in love." ”

"Hagrid wasn't easy, either." Harry looked at Maxim, "They're probably the same kind of people, it's rare to see them that fit. ”

Ron struggled to swallow what was in his mouth, "What are you going to see?" ”

"You'll find out tomorrow night." Harry took a lamb chop from his plate and placed it on his plate.

Ron was immediately elated and stopped asking.

Sunday night.

Harry took out the Cloak of Invisibility for a long time, covered the three of them, and slipped out of the castle to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door.

Hagrid opened the door, looked out at the empty space, and lowered his voice, "Harry? ”

"It's me." Harry replied in a calm tone.

Hermione and Ron stared at Hagrid incredulously, even if there was nothing else to see, they felt that tonight had not been in vain.

(End of chapter)