Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 214 Wand Detection

  "Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." After Dumbledore sat down in the referee's bench, he said to Jemini, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

  Ollivander walked to the open space in the middle of the room, glanced at a few people with a smile, and then said: "Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

  Furong nodded, got up and walked towards Ollivander, and handed him the wand.

"Ok……"

  The wand turned a few times on Ollivander’s thin fingers, like playing with a baton, and the tip of the wand sprayed many pink and gold sparks.

  Most wand makers have a special wand affinity, which is not a unique talent.

Ollivander said that magic wands choose wizards. The truth is that magic wands are not always in the hands of the owner who is not recognized. They will actively choose the owner, and they can also distinguish what kind of person is holding them. people.

  So wand makers like Ollivander who are extremely passionate about wands may not be chosen by wands, but most wands are happy to get close to him.

  Ollivander took Fleur’s wand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

  "Yes, nine and a half inches...very elastic...made of maple...it contains...oh, my god—"

  "A Veeva's hair." Furong said quite contentedly: "My grandma's hair."

"Yes..." Ollivander looked at the magic wand in his hand with wonder: "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think the wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and capricious... However, everyone has their own hobbies, since it is suitable for you..."

  Speaking, Ollivander stroked the wand with thin fingers. He checked the wand for scratches and bruises, and then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!"

With a pop, a bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the magic wand.

"Very good, very good, in good condition." As Ollivander said, he gathered up the flowers and handed them to Fleur along with the magic wand. Gemini smiled spontaneously while watching. The old guy also seemed to like it very much. Beauty...

   "Then... Mr. Krum, it's your turn." Ollivander looked at Krum.

  Krum took eight steps and walked to Ollivander, drew his wand and handed it to him, then put his hands in his robe pockets, and then stood aside with his frowning eyebrows.

"Hmm..." Ollivander shook the wand in his hand: "If I am not mistaken, this is Grigovich's product. He is an excellent wand maker, even though his style does not match mine. Not very...but...um..."

  Ollivander held up his magic wand, turned over in front of his eyes, and carefully checked.

  In his opinion, Grigovich is an excellent wand maker, but he can’t agree with the other party’s pursuit and production philosophy of wands.

  Grigovic chasing the power and might of the wand, the definition of the wand is also a weapon.

  Ollivander defines a magic wand as a partner, and his pursuit of a magic wand is perfection, fit, and strength must be within fit.

  Obviously, the two have completely different ideas.

   "That's right... Carpinus, contains the heart tendons of the fire dragon, right?" Ollivander glanced at Krum, Krum nodded.

  "Much thicker than people usually see, very rigid, ten and one-quarter inches...a flock of birds!"

  The magic wand made a loud noise and a bang, like a pistol firing. A group of birds fluttered their wings and flew out from the tip of the wand and flew into the sun from the open window.

   "Very good." Ollivander said, and handed the wand to Krum: "Mr. Potter? It's your turn."

  Harry was stunned, stepped forward, and passed the wand over.

  Ollivander took the wand, his eyes flashed with excitement: "Yes, yes... Yes, I remember it clearly."

  The voice fell, he closed his mouth, and did not say anything unrelated to the game.

  It took a lot longer for Harry to check the wand than the first two people. Finally, Ollivander let the wand spout a puff of wine on the head of the wand, and then returned the wand to Harry, announcing that it was in very good condition.

   Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze to Jemini, he made no secret of the hot light in his eyes, with an eager expression on his face: "Ha... Mr. Fox, I heard..."

  Jemini raised his hand, and a silver dagger appeared in his hand.

  Ollivander stopped talking and licked his lips, looking eagerly at the mithril dagger in Jemini's hand.

   "Oh my god, is this a magic wand?"

  Furong looked at the sixty-centimeter-long dagger in surprise.

   "Yes, this is a magic wand. I only heard that Mr. Fox has an interesting magic wand in his hand..." Ollivander took the dagger handed by Demini and brought it to his eyes.

"Oh my god... hehe... mithril! If I remember correctly, the Gryffindor sword should be of this material. It has a high affinity for magic, and at the same time it is extremely hard. Look at its manufacturing method and goblin craftsmanship— —"

As Ollivander said, his fingers flicked over the joints at the end of the dagger: "However, the shape and texture of this elderberry, you are nostalgic, Mr. Fox... If I didn't look away, it should still be That phoenix feather, right?"

  Jemini nodded.

"I still remember what it looked like at the beginning, thirteen inches, elderberry, phoenix feathers, a weird combination... It looks like it can't keep up with you, so it has become this new form, doesn't it?" Levander looked at Jemini with excitement and disappointment.

  Jemini sighed and took out a magic wand from his arms: "Flock of birds!"

With a bang, the tip of the wand exploded into the shape of a trumpet flower.

   "As you see." Jemini said helplessly.

"Ha... Yeah, I asserted that you would have a great achievement at the beginning, but I didn't expect you to grow so fast, Mr. Fox." Ollivander looked sad, and then his eyes were cast in his hands again. On the Mithril Shortsword.

"To be honest, I haven't thought about the material of Mithril, but when it comes to Mithril, the fairies are the best. It's not that they can't be done. It's just too partial, even better than the Golden Snitch feather core. To be partial, and the wood material itself is enough..."

Ollivander murmured: "Interesting and magical... There is no doubt that it does not show any scars, is it? There is also dust removal magic-fairies always do this. They have some fancy abilities, for fear that others may not know this is a baby…"

  After watching for a long time, Ollivander waved his short sword: "Clear water is like a spring!"

  Wow!

  A stream of water rushed from the top of the short sword.

   "Very good, very interesting." Ollivander waved his dagger again: "The curse stops immediately."

  The spring water disappeared, Ollivander grabbed the dagger in his hand, stood up, and lightly waved at the stool he was sitting on.

  嚓...

  With a rubbing sound, the dagger easily split the back of the chair.

"There is no doubt that there is nothing wrong with Mr. Fox's wand, but..." Ollivander looked at the referee's bench: "It is obvious that it is much sharper than ordinary wands. I don't know if this is a violation. , These should be your consideration, Dumbledore."

   "Thank you, Ollivander." Dumbledore said kindly: "The rules of the game do not specify the shape of the wand..."

   "But for the definition of the wand, I think we need to discuss it carefully." Ms. Maxim interrupted Dumbledore directly.

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PS: ①Golden Snitch: Fantastic animal, a bird that flies extremely fast. The Golden Snitch in the original Quidditch competition used this bird, but because it was endangered, this behavior was later banned and gold made by alchemy was adopted. The Snitch, the first alchemy Golden Snitch was born in Godric Valley.

  　 Today is the first one, more 嘤嘤嗝~

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