Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Well, it looks like 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 walked listlessly in front of Ollivander and stuffed his wand in front of Ollivander, then stood there frowning, His hands were in the pockets of his robes.

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

"Goose ear oak, the core is the heart tendon of the dragon... If I guess correctly, this should be the work of Grigovich, right?"

Krum nodded.

"Well, I knew no one else would use such a stupid combination except that nasty fellow," muttered Ollivander. "Ten and a quarter inches long, what a wacky size!"

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

"Okay, next one!"

Krum walked away with a face of indifference, while Mike broke free from Fleur's shackles and came in front of Ollivander.

"Oh! I remember you! Mr. McTownley! Thirteen inches, pricklywood and dragon's nerves! I remember right?" Ollivander shouted excitedly, without waiting for Mike to answer. Meaning, and then continued, "Merlin! Finally, there is a work made by me! Come and let me have a look, child!"

After that, he took the wand from Mike's hand.

"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 with a frenzied expression:

"This is really amazing!"

Mike: "?"

"Do you remember what I said when you came to buy a wand? This wand of yours is a wand exclusively for warriors. It has an unparalleled talent in attacking spells. At the same time, blackthorn wood also has a wonderful characteristic , when it has experienced a really difficult battle with its master, it will become stronger!" Ollivander said, dancing, "I bet you and it must have experienced countless dangerous battles, So much so that now its body is covered with scars! I swear, you must not have carefully maintained it."

Ollivander said and raised the wand to Mike's eyes, showing him the densely packed small scars on the wand.

"So, you mean I need a different wand?"

As soon as Mike said this, there was a humming sound from the blackthorn wand immediately, and then a ball of flames spewed out from the tip of the blackthorn wand, which directly ignited Ollivander's hair.

"Merlin! Why do you think so! It's your most important partner! You see, it's getting angry!" Ollivander slapped the flame on his head in a panic, "Okay, let me tell you! If it were a wand made of other materials, its performance would have started to decline. But blackthorn wood is different. I also said that this is a wand that belongs to a warrior, and the scar is the medal of a warrior! So, Its current performance has not decreased, but has been improved. Moreover, it has evolved wonderful characteristics!"

"Look! Flocks of birds!"

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

"How amazing! Isn't it?" he said, "It has the quality of an ash wand that refuses to be ordered by anyone but its master! Come on, try to use the flock of birds I just had!"

Mike took the wand, thought for a while, and didn't do what Ollivander said,

Instead, he waved his wand seemingly casually.

In the next moment, a group of bright red flames sprayed out from the tip of the staff.

This group of flames condensed in mid-air and did not disperse. It quickly transformed into a small phoenix and began to hover over the attic!

"Whoa! Look at that powerful spell control! I daresay only a wand I've made can do that!"

Ollivander clapped wildly, bragging about his ability to everyone in the referee's bench.

However, Dumbledore and the others didn't pay any attention to him. At this moment, they all looked at the phoenix that was still flying in surprise!

"This is... silent casting!?"

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

"I remember he was only fourteen years old?" said Mr. Crouch to himself. "What a frightful talent!"

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

Even Voldemort back then was probably at this level.

'It looks like this time the top three cups are over! '

Karkaroff thought so.

On the other side, the chubby photographer kept pressing the shutter, recording this shocking scene.

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

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

Harry finally came to his senses after hearing the words, and stumbled towards Ollivander.

When Harry and Mike passed each other, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder lightly and encouraged him:

"take it easy."

Harry looked taken aback, and quickly nodded yes.

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

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

"That's great! Another one of my creations!" Ollivander said happily, "It's made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and the core is a phoenix feather! I remember correctly, Mr. Potter. "

"Yes... yes sir!"

Harry was a little embarrassed because Ollivander had told him when he had sold him the wand that the phoenix feather in this wand had been 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 unnecessary misunderstandings among many people.

Fortunately, Ollivander doesn't seem to mean to reveal his client's privacy (he sure remembers, Harry sure!), and while he's been checking this wand longer than all the others, he doesn't Say something.

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

"Thank you!" Dumbledore said, standing up from the judge's table. "Now you can go back to your lessons, oh (he looked at the wall clock on the wall), maybe it's better to go straight to dinner, anyway, they will be gone soon." Class is over."

Hearing that Harry was relieved, his class was Snape's Potions class, which was the class he hated the most.

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

A suppressed female voice came, and everyone looked and saw Rita Skeeter gesticulating towards Dumbledore frantically.

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

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

"Brilliant!" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, and he looked like he really liked the article. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a petrified old madman!"

"Puff!"

Furong couldn't help laughing, and Ms. Maxim at the side quickly cast a death stare at her.

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

Fleur quickly confessed, but Maxim was relentless and walked towards Fleur, but was stopped by Dumbledore on the way.

[UU Reading 00kxs] "It's okay, Maxim."

Maxim just gave up, and Dumbledore went on to say:

"Okay, since that's the case, let's start taking pictures."

It took a long time to take pictures afterwards, because Ms. Maxim's figure is too large, which makes her block others no matter where she stands.

This made Maxim very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Fleur didn't laugh at this time, otherwise Mike promised that there would be no good fruit for her when she went back.

Finally solved the problem of the group photo, Rita Skeeter took everyone to start group photo again.

Among them, Mike and Harry are her main focus objects. Mike estimates that the 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 to Mike's side, so she could only ask around Harry alone.

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

But he can still guess.

It is nothing more than ordinary questions such as impressions of parents, life at Hogwarts, etc., and then processed by Rita Skeeter, and finally a black draft that completely misinterprets the meaning of the interviewee will appear.

That's what Rita Skeeter does.

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

Because he noticed that Harry is very sensitive now, it's better for him not to get in touch with him now, otherwise it might have the opposite effect.

What's more, he is not a nanny. He is so busy every day that he has no time to coax the children non-stop.

...

It can be seen that Beauxbaton's students are really afraid of Ms. Maxim.

After being stared at by her death stare, Fleur lowered her head uncomfortably. She didn't even eat dinner with Mike, but followed Ms. Maxim back with a low eyebrow.

And Mike was also happy to be leisurely. After dinner, he returned to the secret territory of the Freemasonry and started a meeting with the members of the Freemasonry.

"Is there any progress on the mouse catch, Benjamin?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Tangley." Benjamin stood up suddenly, his back straightened, but his head was lowered, "Zhou Hong's ability is still too weak, he can only read some rough thoughts of others , can’t be as magical as Legilimency. At the same time, his range of abilities is also very small, so we haven’t found any characters yet.”

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

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

Benjamin, who bore the brunt, even stayed behind.

"Okay, sit down." Mike said, "There is no need for this between us. You can just call me Mike from now on. Members of the Freemasonry are all equal. We are not chasing vulgar rights, but The greater good. So take it easy, I promise it will all work out."

"Got it, Tom...Mike."

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

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

Finally, George broke the silence with a deep sigh.

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

Everyone gave him surprised looks, and it was hard for everyone to believe that George would openly question Mike's point of view.

Benjamin, who had just finished wiping off his sweat, was already nervous enough to eat his hands.

"Well, George's right," said Fred, "unless you can change Professor McGonagall's mind."

"What's the matter with you guys?"

George and Fred looked at each other, and sighed again.

"Mike! Do you remember Maxim? It's Beauxbatons' principal, the woman who is as tall as Hagrid."

"I know, then what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"This is simply a nightmare!" Fred wailed, holding his head, "You must not know how we got 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 all of a sudden, but George on the side said sullenly:

"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 have abolished those brutal punishment mechanisms in the first place! So, the only ones who are unlucky are It will be you Gryffindors!"

Hearing that everyone in the conference room looked at each other in blank dismay, then deafening laughter erupted in the conference room.

George and Fred slumped in their chairs in love.

When everyone was almost laughing, George said:

"I still think Professor McGonagall will succeed, by the way, what about Victor?"

"Oh, he's in his practice room, working on a prosthetic."

"Prosthesis!?"

Everyone stared at Benjamin who was talking.

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