Chapter 287： Magic wand

"Well, it seems that this beautiful lady already has someone she likes." Ollivander said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Hearing that Krum in the corner finally started to move. He stepped outside and walked listlessly in front of Ollivander and stuffed his wand in front of Ollivander. Then he stood there frowning. Hands in the pockets of the robe.

Ollivander looked at the wand, not smelling it like before.

"Carpinus oak, the core is the heart tendon of the fire dragon... If I'm not mistaken, this should be Grigovich's work, right?"

Krum nodded.

"Well, I knew that no one would use such a stupid combination other than that annoying guy." Ollivander murmured, "Ten and a quarter inches long, what a weird size!"

Ollivander seemed to be very unhappy with this magic wand. After confirming the basic data, he didn't look at it carefully at all, and directly returned it to Krum.

"Okay, next one!"

Krum walked away indifferently, and Mike broke free of Fleur's shackles and came to Ollivander.

"Oh! I remember you! Mr. McTorry! Thirteen inches, thorny tree and fire dragon nerves! I remember correctly?" Ollivander yelled excitedly, without waiting for Mike to answer. Meaning, and then continued, "Merlin! At last there is a work by my hand! Come and let me see it, boy!"

After that, he snatched his wand from Mike.

"Oh, relax, Mr. Ollivander."

Mike reminded, but Ollivander seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, and did not respond to Mike's words.

After a while, Ollivander said excitedly:

"This is really amazing!"

Mike: "?"

"Do you remember what I said when you came to buy the wand? Your wand is a wand dedicated to warriors. It has an unparalleled talent for attacking spells. At the same time, Blackthorn also has a wonderful characteristic. , After it has experienced a really difficult battle with his master, it will become stronger!" Ollivander recounted dancing and dancing, "I bet you and it must have gone through countless dangerous battles. So much so that it is now covered with scars! I swear, you must have never carefully maintained it."

Ollivander said that he raised the wand to Mike's eyes and showed him the dense and small wounds on the wand.

"So, you mean I need to change a magic wand?"

As soon as Mike said this, there was a whining sound from the blackthorn wand, and then a ball of flame spewed from the tip of the wand, directly igniting Ollivander's hair.

"Merlin! Why do you think so! It's your most important partner! Look, it's angry!" Ollivander slapped the flames on his head flusteredly, "Well, let me tell you! If you change to a wand made of other materials, its performance should have begun to decline. But the blackthorn is different. I also said that this is a wand belonging to a warrior, and the scar is a warrior's medal! So, Its current performance has not declined, but has improved. Moreover, it has also evolved wonderful characteristics!"

"Look! A flock of birds!"

Ollivander waved his wand and chanted the spell, but nothing happened.

"How amazing! Isn't it?" He said, "It has the characteristics of an ash wand on its body, and it refuses the order of anyone except its owner! Come on, you try to use the flock of birds I just had!"

Mike took the wand and thought about it for a moment. Instead of doing what Ollivander said, he waved the wand seemingly at random.

In the next instant, a bright red flame shot out from the tip of the staff.

This group of flames condensed in mid-air without dispersing, quickly deformed, and in a short while, it turned into a small phoenix and began to hover over the attic!

"Wow! Look at this powerful spell control! I dare say that only the wand I made can do this!"

Ollivander clapped frantically, boasting of his abilities to everyone on the referee's bench.

However, Dumbledore and the others did not pay any attention to him. At this moment, they all looked at the still flying phoenix with surprise!

"This is... silent spellcasting!?"

"I think so, Ms. Maxim." Dumbledore replied, staring at Mike with bright eyes.

"I remember he just turned fourteen?" Mr. Crouch muttered to himself, "What a horrible talent!"

Karkaroff's teeth were crunched by his bites. Like everyone else, he knew just how talented a wizard who mastered the silent spellcasting skills at the age of fourteen.

Even the original Voldemort was probably at this level.

‘It looks like this time the top three cups are hanging! ’

Karkaroff thought so.

The fat photographer on the other side kept pressing the shutter, recording this shocking scene.

The fire phoenix gradually dissipated, and everyone on the court finally recovered from the shock.

"To sum up, there is no problem with your wand at all!" Ollivander gasped and said, "Please ask the next warrior!"

Harry finally woke up when he heard the words and staggered towards Ollivander's direction.

When Harry and Mike passed by, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged:

"take it easy."

Harry looked as if he was taken aback, and quickly nodded and answered yes.

"Oh, Dumbledore, your two warriors don't seem to have a good relationship." Karkaroff said gleefully. "Look, they attacked with words before the game started."

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, and did not speak. Karkaroff was deaf and he was not deaf. He heard what Mike said just now, but he heard clearly.

"Good! It's another piece of mine!" Ollivander said cheerfully, "holly wood, eleven inches long, and the core is a phoenix feather! Did I remember correctly? Mr. Potter. "

"Yes... yes sir!"

Harry was a little embarrassed, because Ollivander had told him when he sold his wand that the phoenix feather in this wand and the feather in Voldemort's wand were pulled from the same phoenix.

He was a little worried that Ollivander would tell this matter, because it would cause many people to have unnecessary misunderstandings.

Fortunately, Ollivander did not seem to reveal the meaning of customer privacy (he must remember it, Harry is sure!), although he checked this wand longer than all other wands, but he did not Say something.

Finally, after using the wand to conjure a bunch of wine, he returned it to Harry.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table and said, "Now you can go back to class, oh (he looks at the wall clock on the wall), maybe it's better to go straight to dinner, anyway, they will soon Class is about to end."

Harry was relieved to hear that his class was Snape's potions class, which was the class he hated the most.

"Take a picture! Take a picture! Dumbledore!"

A depressed female voice came, and everyone saw that Rita Skeeter was gesturing frantically at Dumbledore.

"Oh, Ms. Skeeter, sorry, I didn't find you here."

"It's okay, Dumbledore, I just want to remind you that the Warriors still need to be visited and photographed." Rita Skeeter pretended to be nonchalant and said, "By the way, my summer article about I wonder if you have read the articles of the International Wizarding Federation Conference."

"It's awesome!" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, as if he really liked the article. "I especially love reading the passage where you described me as a rigid old madman!"

"Puff!"

Furong couldn't help laughing, and Ms. Maxim on the side quickly cast a death gaze at him.

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

Fleur confessed quickly, but Maxim reluctantly walked towards Fleur, but was stopped by Dumbledore on the way It's okay, Maxim. "

Maxim gave up, and Dumbledore continued:

"Well, in that case, let's start taking pictures."

The subsequent photography took a long time, because Ms. Maxim's body is too large, which makes her block others no matter where she stands.

This makes Maxim feel very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Furong did not laugh at this time, otherwise Mike promised that there would be no good fruit when she went back.

Finally solved the problem of taking a group photo, Rita Skeeter took the group and started taking a group photo again.

Among them, Mike and Harry are her focus. Mike estimates that photos of him and Harry alone account for 80% of the photos taken today.

After all this, Rita Skeeter was not satisfied and started a personal visit.

She didn't have the guts to come on Mike's side, so she could only ask around Harry alone.

The specific content of the interview is not clear to Mike, because he has already left with everyone.

But he can still guess.

It is nothing more than the impression of parents, life at Hogwarts and other common problems, and then after Rita Skeeter's processing, a black manuscript that completely distorts the interviewee's meaning will appear.

This is Rita Skeeter's skill.

Mike didn't mean to remind Rita Skeeter not to do this, he didn't even remind Harry to be careful of Rita Skeeter.

Because he noticed that Harry is very sensitive nowadays, he had better not come into contact with him now, and contact with him rashly might have the opposite effect.

What's more, he is not a babysitter, and he is so busy all day long that he has no time to coax children.

...

It can be seen that the students of Busbarton are really afraid of Ms. Maxim.

After being stared at by her death, Furong kept her head down uneasy. She didn't even eat dinner with Mike, but followed Ms. Maxim back with a low eyebrow.

And Mike also had a good time here. After dinner, he returned to the secret territory of the Freemasonry and started a meeting with the people of the Freemasonry.

"Is there any progress on the rat catch? Benjamin?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Tony." Benjamin stood up when he heard the words, his back straight, but his head hung down, "Zhou Hong's abilities are still too weak, he can only read some rough thoughts of others. , Can’t be as magical as Sensational Mind. At the same time, his range of abilities is also very small, so we haven’t found any characters yet."

Mike rubbed the blackthorn wand without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the conference room seemed to freeze.

Everyone dared not speak. Although the current Mike did not express anything, everyone knew that he must be very angry now.

Benjamin, who was the first to bear the brunt, even Khan stayed.

"Okay, sit down." Mike said, "There is no need between us. You can just call me Mike from now on. The members of Freemasonry are equal. What we are chasing is not vulgar rights. It’s a greater benefit. So just relax, I promise everything will be better."

"I see, Tom... Mike."

Benjamin finally sat down and took the handkerchief Soraka handed over and began to wipe his sweat.

The atmosphere in the meeting room has eased, but no one still speaks.

Finally, George sighed deeply, breaking the silence.

"Mike, it's hard for me to believe that everything will get better for you."

Everyone cast a surprised look at him, and it was hard for everyone to believe that George would openly question Mike's views.

Benjamin, who had just wiped off his sweat on the side, was already nervous enough to eat his hands.

"Oh, George is right." Fred said, "unless you can make Professor McGonagall change his mind."

"What the **** is going on with you?"

George and Fred looked at each other and then sighed together.

"Mike! Do you remember Maxim? It's the headmaster of Boothbatton, the woman as tall as Hagrid."

"I know, then what?"

"Then?" George rolled his eyes and said unlovedly, "Then Professor McGonagall felt that Maxim's way of managing students is very clever. She is now learning from Maxim and will be treated in the same way in the future. we!"

Franklin slapped his mouth twice in surprise, and then forced a smile:

"Hehehe, George, Fred, this joke is not funny at all."

"Joke?" The Weasley brothers said in unison, "Don't you know? Gryffindor has already started a pilot program. Now we are the same as Boothbarton's students, as long as there is a professor passing by, no matter what we are doing~www .novelhall.com~you must stand up and salute!"

The smile on Franklin's face disappeared without a trace, and a dark face turned blue.

"This is simply a nightmare!" Fred wailed, holding his head, "you surely don't know how we came here these days!"

"I think it is impossible for Professor McGonagall to spread this method to the whole school." Mike comforted Franklin. "Unless Dumbledore speaks, the deans of other colleges will not accept it."

"At least Professor Flitwick will not!" Mike added.

Franklin's eyes lit up suddenly, but George on the side said gloomily:

"How do you know Dumbledore can't speak?"

"Please! Don't we know what Dumbledore's character is?" Franklin said happily. "If he wanted to implement strict management, he wouldn't abolish those brutal punishment mechanisms! So, it's only unfortunate. It will be you Gryffindor!"

Hearing that everyone in the meeting room looked at each other, then there was a deafening laughter in the meeting room.

George and Fred slumped in their chairs irrevocably.

When everyone was almost laughing, George said:

"I still think Professor McGonagall will succeed, right, where's Victor?"

"Oh, he is tinkering with a prosthesis in his practice room."

"Prosthetics!?"

The crowd stared at Benjamin who was talking with wide eyes.

"Yes." Benjamin spread out his hand and explained. "He seems to be obsessed with something incredible recently."