Chapter 291 Wand

"Well, it looks like this beautiful lady has found her lover." Ollivander said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Hearing this, Krum in the corner finally moved. He walked with his feet turned outward, listlessly came to Ollivander and stuffed his wand into his hand. Then he stood there with a frown, his hands in his robe pockets.

Ollivander looked at the wand, but didn't smell it like before.

"Hornbeam oak, the core is the heart chord of a fire dragon... If I'm not mistaken, this should be Gregorovitch's work, right?"

Krum nodded.

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

Ollivander seemed to be very displeased with this wand. After confirming the basic data, he didn't even look at it carefully and directly stuffed it back to Krum.

"Okay, next!"

Krum walked away indifferently, while Mike broke free from Fleur's restraints and came to Ollivander.

"Oh! I remember you! Mr. McTownley! Thirteen inches, blackthorn wood and dragon nerves! Am I right?" Ollivander shouted excitedly, without waiting for Mike's answer, and then continued, "Merlin! Finally, there is a work of my hand! Come and let me see it, kid!" After

that, he took the wand from Mike.

"Oh, relax, Mr. Ollivander."

Mike reminded, but Ollivander seemed to be completely immersed in his own world and had no reaction to Mike's words.

After a while, Ollivander, with a fanatical expression, said excitedly:

"This is really amazing!"

Mike: "?"

"Do you remember what I said when you came to buy a wand? Your wand is a wand exclusively for warriors. It has an unparalleled talent in attacking spells. At the same time, blackthorn wood has a wonderful characteristic. When it and its owner have experienced a really difficult battle, it will become stronger!" Ollivander gesticulated and said, "I bet you and it must have experienced countless dangerous battles, so that now it is covered with scars! I swear, you must not have taken good care of it."

Ollivander raised the wand in front of Mike's eyes and showed him the dense and tiny scars on the wand.

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

As soon as Mike said this, a humming sound came from the blackthorn wand, and then a ball of flame sprayed out from the tip of the wand, directly igniting Ollivander's hair.

"Merlin! How could you think so! It's your most important friend! Look, it's angry!" Ollivander slapped the flames on his head in panic, "Well, let me tell you! If it was a wand made of other materials, its performance would have started to decline long ago. But blackthorn is different. I also said that this is a wand for warriors, and scars are the medals of warriors! So, its performance has not declined, but has improved. Moreover, it has evolved wonderful characteristics!"

"Look! Flocks of birds!"

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

"How magical! Isn't it?" He said, "It actually has the characteristics of the ash wand, refusing to accept orders from anyone except its owner! Come on, try using the flock of birds I just used!"

Mike took the wand, thought about it for a while, and did not do what Ollivander said, but waved the wand seemingly casually.

The next moment, a bright red flame shot out from the tip of the wand.

The flame condensed in the air but did not disperse. It quickly transformed and soon became a small phoenix that began to hover over the attic!

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

Ollivander clapped his hands crazily and boasted about his ability to the people in the referee's seat.

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

"Is this... silent casting!?"

"I think so, Ms. Maxime." Dumbledore stared at Mike and answered with shining eyes.

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

Karkaroff's teeth were creaking when he bit them. Like everyone else, he knew very well how strong the talent of a wizard who mastered the silent casting technique at the age of fourteen was.

Even Voldemort was probably at this level.

'It seems that the Triwizard Cup is in jeopardy this time! '

Karkaroff thought so.

On the other side, the fat photographer kept pressing the shutter to record this shocking scene.

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

"To sum up, your wand is completely fine!" Ollivander panted, "Please welcome the next warrior!"

Harry finally woke up after hearing this, and stumbled towards Ollivander.

When Harry and Mike passed by each other, Mike gently patted Harry's shoulder and encouraged him:

"Don't be nervous."

Harry looked like he was frightened and nodded quickly.

"Oh, Dumbledore, your two warriors don't seem to have a good relationship." Karkaroff said gloatingly, "Look, they started verbal attacks before the game even started."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, but didn't say anything. Karkaroff was deaf, but he was not deaf. He heard what Mike said just now clearly.

"Great! Another one of my works!" Ollivander said happily, "It's made of holly, eleven inches long, and the core is a phoenix feather! Am I right, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes... yes sir!"

Harry felt a little uneasy, because when Ollivander sold the wand to him, he told him that the phoenix feather in this wand was plucked from the same phoenix as the feather in Voldemort's wand.

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

Fortunately, Ollivander did not seem to have the intention of revealing the privacy of his customers (he must remember it, Harry is sure!), and although he checked this wand for a longer time than all other wands, he did not say anything. Finally,

after using the wand to conjure up a pile 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 looked at the wall clock), maybe it's better to go directly to dinner, anyway, they will be over soon." Hearing this

, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. His class was Snape's Potions class, which was his most hated class.

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

A suppressed female voice came, and everyone looked over and saw Rita Skeeter gesturing frantically at Dumbledore.

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

"It's okay, Dumbledore, I just wanted to remind you that the warriors still need to be interviewed and photographed." Rita Skeeter pretended to be nonchalant and said, "By the way, I wonder if you have read my article about the International Confederation of Wizards Convention in the summer."

"It's great!" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, and he seemed to really like the article, "I especially loved the part where you described me as a rigid old lunatic!"

"Puchi!"

Fleur couldn't help laughing, and Ms. Maxime on the side quickly cast a death stare at her.

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

Fleur quickly admitted her mistake, but Maxime refused to give in and walked towards Fleur, but was stopped by Dumbledore halfway.

"It's okay, Maxime."

Maxime gave up, and Dumbledore continued:

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

The subsequent photo shoot took a long time, because Ms. Maxime was so big that she would block others no matter where she stood.

This made Maxime feel very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Fleur didn't laugh at this time, otherwise Mike guaranteed that she would definitely not have a good time when she returned.

Finally, the problem of the group photo was solved, and Rita Skeeter pulled everyone to take pictures.

Among them, Mike and Harry were her focus. Mike estimated that the photos of him and Harry alone accounted for 80% of the photos taken today.

After doing all this, Rita Skeeter was still not satisfied and started a personal interview.

Mike didn't have the courage to come, so she could only ask Harry alone.

Mike didn't know the specific content of the interview because he left early with everyone.

But he could still guess roughly.

It was nothing more than ordinary questions like the impression of parents and life at Hogwarts. After Rita Skeeter's processing, a black article that completely misinterpreted the interviewee's meaning would appear.

This was Rita Skeeter's specialty.

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 was very sensitive now, it would be better for him not to contact him now. If he contacted him rashly, it would probably have the opposite effect.

What's more, he was not a nanny. He was so busy every day that he had no time to keep coaxing children.

...

It can be seen that the students of Beauxbatons are really afraid of Madam Maxime.

Fleur kept her head down uncomfortably after being stared at by her death. She didn't even eat dinner with Mike, but followed Madam Maxime back with her eyebrows lowered.

Mike was also happy to be free. After dinner, he returned to the secret realm of the Freemasons and started a meeting with the Freemasons.

"Are there any progress in catching the mouse, Benjamin?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Tang Li." Benjamin stood up suddenly, his back straight, but his head down, "Zhou Hong's ability is still too weak. He can only read some rough thoughts of others, and can't do it as magical as Legilimency. At the same time, his ability range is also very small, so we haven't found a person who can do it yet."

Mike stroked the blackthorn wand without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the conference room seemed to be frozen.

No one dared to speak. Although Mike didn't say anything at the moment, everyone knew that he must be very angry now.

Benjamin, who was the first to bear the brunt, was sweating.

"Okay, sit down." Mike said, "There's no need for us to be like this. You can just call me Mike in the future. Members of the Freemasons are equal. What we pursue is not vulgar rights, but greater interests. So, relax a little, I promise everything will be fine."

"Got it, Tang... Mike."

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

The atmosphere in the conference room eased somewhat, but no one spoke.

Finally, George sighed deeply and broke the silence.

"Mike, I find it hard to believe your statement that everything will be fine."

Everyone cast a surprised look at him. It was hard for everyone to believe that George would publicly question Mike's point of view.

Benjamin, who had just wiped his sweat, was so nervous that he sucked his fingers.

"Well, George is right." Fred said, "Unless you can make Professor McGonagall change her mind."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

George and Fred looked at each other and sighed again.

"Mike! Do you remember Maxime? She is the headmaster of Beauxbatons, the woman who is as tall as Hagrid."

"I know, and then what?"

"Then?" George rolled his eyes and said with despair, "Then Professor McGonagall thinks Maxime's way of managing students is very clever. She is now learning from Maxime so that she can treat us the same way in the future!"

Franklin smacked his lips in surprise, and then forced a smile:

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

"Joke?" The Weasley brothers said in unison, "Don't you know yet? Gryffindor has already started a pilot program. Now we are the same as the students of Beauxbatons. Whenever a professor passes by, no matter what we are doing, we must stand up and salute!"

The smile on Franklin's face disappeared without a trace, and his dark face began to turn blue.

"This is simply a nightmare!" Fred held his head and wailed, "You must not know how we have been through these days!" "

I don't think Professor McGonagall can popularize 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 definitely not!" Mike added.

Franklin's eyes lit up at once, but George on the side said sinisterly:

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

"Please! Don't we know what kind of personality Dumbledore has?" Franklin said happily, "If he wanted to implement strict management, he wouldn't have abolished those cruel punishment mechanisms! So, the only unlucky ones are you Gryffindor!" Hearing this,

everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and then deafening laughter broke out in the conference room.

George and Fred slumped in their chairs with no hope of life.

When everyone had laughed enough, George said:

"I still think Professor McGonagall will succeed. By the way, where is Victor?"

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

"Prosthetics!?"

Everyone stared at Benjamin who was speaking with wide eyes.

"That's right." Benjamin spread his hands and explained, "He seems to be fascinated by some incredible things recently."