HP Shavings Wizard

Everyone in the room was there, except for the two of them.

Everyone unanimously ignored Alison's red ears, and Dumbledore's quick change from lecturing a child to being polite before entering the room.

The Warriors must compete, but Dumbledore was originally scheduled to represent Hogwarts as the referee...

So Professor McGonagall, the vice-president, was temporarily pulled in to act as referee and arrange the game, as well as to coordinate the venue of the organizer without the knowledge of the warrior Dumbledore.

Let Professor Maomao suffer even more, but we cannot make the old principal suffer too.

Professor Cat had a blank expression as he sat on the purple velvet-covered referee's seat, looking at his two elderly colleagues at the table of warriors (children) across from him.

Kraft was facing his own husband.

For some reason, he, the "Principal of Durmstrang", suddenly felt a little guilty and short of breath when facing the "Drmstrang Warrior" opposite him.

Madame Maxime and Fleur were both feeling a little bored.

Bagman was busy trying to liven up the atmosphere by telling some British humorous jokes. Lucius also tried to strike up a conversation and get acquainted with the people at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Dumbledore reluctantly sat down at the children's table.

Like Grindelwald, the two old wizards had long arms and legs and felt very uncomfortable here, almost shrinking down.

It wasn't that there wasn't enough space, but it was just too embarrassing to be stared at by a group of acquaintances across from him. He felt so embarrassed that he felt itchy all over and was sitting on pins and needles.

Ollivander's large, light-colored eyes looked over and his gaze met Alison, the little bastard who had deliberately scared him by asking him questions about his bone wand when he bought her a few years ago. Ollivander's eyes quickly looked away as if he had been scalded.

No matter how uncomfortable he was, Dumbledore still played the role of host and did not completely push the introduction work to Professor McGonagall - Professor McGonagall and Ollivander were not as familiar with each other as Dumbledore and Ollivander, after all, Dumbledore was one of Ollivander's suppliers of phoenix feathers.

Almost everyone in the UK knows Ollivanders, so the old headmaster came mainly for France. Fleur, who didn't know Ollivander, introduced it politely.

"Allow me to introduce you, this is Mr. Ollivander, the master wandmaker of England. He will be checking the champion's wand to make sure it is in good condition before the competition."

"Miss Delacour, you take the test first, okay?"

Ollivander took the opportunity to speak, walked closer to the table, and addressed the foreign guest in the same gentle voice.

After a few days' rest, Furong had recovered from her previous state of despair and mental breakdown, and gradually regained her arrogant and elegant demeanor.

She nodded modestly, then stood up gracefully and lightly, handing over her wand.

Ollivander fiddled with it for a moment.

As expected of a master from the UK, even though it wasn't a wand he made, and it wasn't made of the materials he was most familiar with, Ollivander was still able to quickly identify the wand through the reactions of a few small spells.

"Yes, nine and a half inches, very flexible... maple... the core is... oh, Merlin..."

"A Veela hair - my grandmother's," Fleur answered politely.

Ollivander echoed this, briefly commented on the advantages and disadvantages of using Veela hair as a wand core, checked the condition of the wand, and gave it an extra wipe-down as a way of caring for poor little Fleur, and then returned the wand.

Then, when facing Dumbledore and the others, he did not wait for anyone to bring him a wand. Instead, with a serious face, he took the initiative to approach Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and leaned back slightly with a lazy posture.

The elder wand that Alison had once given him was handed to Ollivander for testing by Grindelwald.

The wand was covered with hideous, twisted knots.

The influence that Alison, the former owner, had brought to this wand made in imitation of the Old Wand has not yet disappeared. It still flashes a dangerous and ominous green light from time to time, and has been completely infected by the power of darkness.

The wand's behavior was so obvious that Ollivander could tell its condition at a glance.

With a serious look on his face, he carefully took the wand, held it stiffly, and began to test it.

It is definitely usable, Grindelwald himself has been using it for several years.

Originally, testing the magic wand was basically just a process.

Unless the wand has obvious external injuries, or has changed owners and has never recognized its owner, it is unlikely that anything will happen to it.

"...black magic, very powerful, and used frequently...the dark power has completely infected the dragon nerve in the middle..."

Ollivander used a few simple spells that felt noticeably sluggish, and then used a cutting spell, which belonged to the dark arts. He sensed it for a moment, then pondered and came to a conclusion.

"Is this made to imitate the Elder Wand? Elderwood wands were once very popular, and many wand makers tried to imitate the Elder Wand. However, no one could successfully integrate the death power of the Thestral feathers, so they could only change the wand core..."

Grindelwald glanced casually at Alison.

Alison continued, "Yes, and the previous owner was me. The transfer of the wand between blood relatives - should it be possible?"

Ollivander nodded, no longer entangled in the dark power of this wand, but looked at Alison and said softly: "Well, it's your turn to test, Miss Grindelwald."

Alison handed over her yew wand.

She hadn't had many opportunities to use this wand in recent years to fight with dark magic, so the wand looked good, so it shouldn't be...

Ollivander took the wand, waved it around casually, cast a few common spells, and tested the condition of this wand that came from his own hand.

Then, the wand-making master pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and sincerely advised Alison: "Ms. Grindelwald, I hope you can use less dark magic in the future."

"...?"

Alison pulled her wand back indifferently, not wanting to talk any more with the old man.

How come she uses too much dark magic?! She has restrained herself a lot, okay? Don't blame her if the wand doesn't work!

Ollivander sighed and said nothing more. He just withdrew his gaze and continued to examine carefully.

What he deliberately left behind to slowly admire and observe was naturally Dumbledore's Old Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows.

Ollivander had a good relationship with Dumbledore, and he had borrowed this old wand to observe it briefly.

But this is the Elder Wand after all, the pinnacle of wands! A wand-maker would never get tired of looking at it!

This time I have a suitable reason, so of course I have to take the opportunity to take a closer look.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched Ollivander check his wand, quietly and without urging him.

Lucius saw that Ollivander seemed to need some time, so he simply asked him to check first while they asked the photographer to start taking pictures.