Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Seeing Tierra's expression, Harry calmed down instantly, just like Tierra, no matter how soft Ritaskita was, he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Rita Skeeter was so angry that she gritted her teeth and at the same time had to be careful to laugh——

In public, she couldn't be too strong on two fourteen-year-old wizards.

Especially when one of them is the savior of the British wizarding world, and the other is the adopted son of that well-known author, Gilderoy Lockhart—

Yes, Ritaskita recognized Tierra when she saw Tierra's severed hand,

Although there are rumors that the relationship between Gilderoy Lockhart and his adopted son is not very close, Rita Keita has to look at the Pope instead of the Cardinal. Driven by profit, Rita Skeeter could only endure for the time being.

The whole classroom fell into an awkward and silent atmosphere for an instant, until——

A tall old man came down the stairs on the second floor,

"Dumbledore!" cried Rita Skeeter, beaming—

"How are you?" She said, stood up, and stretched out a big manly hand to Dumbledore, "I wonder if you read my summer article on the International Federation of Wizards Conference?"

"No." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Really? I don't believe it." Rita Skeeter still asked with a smile, "I remember I sent you a copy, why didn't you see it?"

"Oh, that must have been disposed of by Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore also responded with a smile, "I visited an old friend all summer, so I didn't read your article, but I think it must be I will let Professor McGonagall handle any unimportant things and unimportant letters for me."

Tierra saw Rita Skeeter's smile visibly froze, but continued to say shamelessly:

"I just wanted to say that some of your views are a bit outdated, Dumbledore, many wizards out there -"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita." Dumbledore interrupted politely, smiling, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about that later, as the wand-testing ceremony is about to begin. "

Speaking of which, Dumbledore waved his hand and signaled several warriors to sit on the chairs in the middle of the classroom.

And following behind Dumbledore are several other referees——

Barty Crouch with a demented look, Madame Maxim who stared at Tiera viciously, and Igor Karkaroff who looked around but didn't dare to look at Tiera.

When Harry saw Dumbledore appear, he immediately sat on the benches in the middle of the classroom, followed by Tierra.

Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum had already taken their seats.

"I remember I said last Sunday that I hope you will come to my office before nine o'clock on Monday." Just as Tierra was seated, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Why didn't you come? "

"Oh my gosh," Tierra said, "I must have forgotten."

Then he imitated Dumbledore's tone and said——

"But I'm sure it's nothing important."

Dumbledore: ...

He raised his hand heavily, then lowered it gently.

"No, this is very important." Dumbledore said, "Come to my office after the wand inspection is over."

"Tsk..." Tierra pouted, reluctantly said, "Okay."

Ever since she knew that Dumbledore was probably the one who threw her name into the Goblet of Fire, Tierra was a little too lazy to see Dumbledore——

The vest is about to fall off, so what can I do.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." After everyone was done, Dumbledore said loudly to several warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

At this time, an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes quietly walked down from the second floor of the classroom, smiling and nodding to the four warriors as he walked.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the room.

Fleur Delacour walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Well..." he said.

He twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks. Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches. . . very strong. . . of maple. . . . . . . . . . . .

"Contains a veela hair," said Fleur, "my grandma's hair."

"That's why I said last Sunday that she needs to use her ass to make my life miserable." At this moment, Tierra whispered to Harry in a whisper that everyone could hear.

Tierra's words instantly attracted everyone's attention—

Dumbledore sighed helplessly and rubbed his brows.

Fleur Delacour and Madame Maxime stared angrily, and the others looked at Tierra in surprise——

It seems that he doesn't understand why a little wizard like Tierra can say such words.

"What...what do you mean?" The simple Harry didn't understand the metaphor.

"Hehehe..." Tierra smiled, "It's nothing."

Fleur Delacour glared at Tierra angrily, but didn't move.

"Yes..." continued Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I find Veela hair wands too sensitive and capricious...but, each Everyone has their own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered: "Orchids in bloom!" and a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand tip.

"Very good, very good condition." Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur together with the wand. "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, slumped his round shoulders, stepped forward, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander listlessly.

He tucked his wand in and stood there frowning, hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Well..." said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovitch's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I'm not very sure of his style...but ..."

He raised his wand and turned it over before his eyes, examining it carefully.

"That's right... Hornbeam, with the heart tendons of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum—

Krum nodded.

"Much thicker than one usually sees...very rigid...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

There was a loud bang of the hornbeam wand, like pistol fire, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, and through the open window into the pale sunlight.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum his wand back. "And then...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, brushed past Krum, walked over to Mr Ollivander, and handed over his wand.

"Aha, yes!" said Mr. Ollivander, with a sudden gleam of excitement in his pale eyes. "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it very well."

Harry also had a fresh memory, as if everything happened yesterday...

That summer three years ago, on his eleventh birthday, was also the day after he first met Tiera...

Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than anyone else's—

Finally, he caused a puff of wine to emanate from the top of his wand, and handed it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good shape.

"Then... the last...Mr. Lockhart," said Mr. Ollivander—

Tierra stepped forward, pulled out the magic wand that "Crazy Walker" turned into, and handed it to Ollivander.

"Huh?" Ollivander made a surprised sound.

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