Entering the room, the tables and chairs in the classroom had all been moved away, leaving a large open space.
Krum and Harry had both arrived.
Ludo Bagman and Rita Skeeter were sitting behind a long table.
Seeing Charlie enter, Rita stood up awkwardly, her expression somewhat flustered.
Charlie stared at her with a half-smile.
"Long time no see, Ms. Rita."
Rita's smile was uglier than crying.
Ever since she had fabricated a story about Charlie, everything had gone wrong for her; she had been warned by the Ministry of Magic, threatened by a Pure-blood Family, and finally tortured by several men in black.
Now, she didn't dare write any random reports about Charlie at all.
Bagman walked up very happily and shook hands with Charlie.
"Long time no see, Mr. White. Sorry to disturb your day off, but today's matter is really too important; it is the wand inspection ceremony."
Bagman said loudly, his tone full of excitement.
At this moment, Fleur also entered.
After entering the door, she subconsciously glanced at Charlie, immediately looked away, and stood obediently to one side.
Bagman nodded to Fleur and continued speaking.
"We must ensure the wands in the champions' hands are intact and will not malfunction during the competition; that would be a big problem. Champions, please wait a moment; the expert and Dumbledore will be here soon."
After the few of them sat down, Rita saw that Charlie didn't seem interested in her, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Her journalistic soul gradually reignited; if she couldn't write about Charlie, couldn't she write about others?
Rita's gaze turned to Harry, her eyes restless, but in the end, she still had some misgivings and did not act.
Not long after, Ollivander and Dumbledore entered.
Ollivander was still the same, his large, pale eyes shimmering in the dim light, and his whole person as thin as a wand.
Dumbledore introduced Ollivander to everyone, though in fact, everyone basically knew him; the wands in Britain were all made by the Ollivander family.
Only Fleur and Krum did not know him.
"Mr. Ollivander will examine your wands," Dumbledore said.
"To ensure the wands are in good condition during the competition."
Ollivander walked to the open space in the center, his pale fingers crossed together, his gaze sweeping over the four champions.
"Then, ladies first." He reached out to Fleur.
Fleur walked over lightly and handed over her wand.
Ollivander took the wand, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He held the wand up to his eyes, examining it carefully from tip to handle, turning it from time to time to observe the grain of the wood.
"A wonderful wand," Ollivander muttered to himself, "Nine and a half inches, made of maple, the core is..."
He paused suddenly, his eyes widening even further.
"Oh, this is not common." Ollivander looked up.
"Veela hair."
Fleur nodded, a trace of pride appearing on her face.
"That is my grandmother's hair. Grandmother often says that hair from a relative brings good luck."
"Indeed." Ollivander stroked the wand with his fingers.
"Veela hair as a wand core is already rare; I have never used it myself because it is too sensitive and temperamental."
"But for you, the core comes from a blood relative. This allows the wand and its master to resonate more deeply. A wonderful wand."
He waved the wand, and a string of silver sparks shot from the tip, blooming in the air into the shape of flowers.
"Very good, it is well maintained." Ollivander returned the wand to Fleur with satisfaction.
Fleur put away her wand and returned to her seat.
"Next, Mr. Krum." Ollivander said with a smile.
Krum stepped forward, impatiently handed over his wand, with his hands in his pockets.
Ollivander took the wand, turned it a few times in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"A product of Gregorovitch," Ollivander said indifferently.
"I recognize his style."
Krum did not speak, just stared at his own instep.
"Honestly speaking, the wands Gregorovitch makes are not bad," Ollivander paused.
"But there is still some gap compared to high-quality works."
Krum's brows immediately furrowed, his expression looking somewhat displeased.
Ollivander continued to inspect the wand.
"However, you have maintained it very well, ten and a quarter inches, hornbeam, the core is... dragon heartstring."
He raised the wand and cast a Transfiguration spell on a pebble on the ground. The pebble instantly turned into a small gray bird, flapping its wings and flying out the window.
"There is no problem at all." Ollivander returned the wand to Krum.
Just at this moment, a roar came from outside the window.
"Ouch! Who has no manners, throwing stones around!"
Ollivander acted as if he didn't hear it and turned to Charlie.
"Next, Mr. White."
Charlie felt a bit awkward, walked forward, and handed the wand to Ollivander.
The moment Ollivander took the wand, his whole person became excited.
His eyes were terrifyingly bright, his pale fingers sliding gently over the wand body, as if caressing some rare treasure.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander's voice was trembling.
"This is my product, thirteen inches, Elder Wood, Phoenix tail feather core."
He held the wand up to his eyes, observing it carefully against the light.
"So beautiful, the texture of the Elder Wood is flawless, and the state of this Phoenix tail feather is also kept extremely well."
Ollivander looked up, his eyes looking at Charlie intensely.
"Have you been taking good care of it?"
Charlie nodded.
Every time Hermione wiped her wand and applied care oil to it, Charlie would hand his wand to her and let her do it together.
Girls are much more careful about these things than he is.
At this time, Harry looked down at his wand, which still had fingerprints and oil stains from finishing a chicken leg; he hurriedly wiped the wand with his robe, attempting to clean it.
Fleur, to the side, saw this and was quite disgusted.
Ollivander looked at Charlie deeply, his voice becoming solemn.
"Do you still remember what I said? You will achieve great things, Mr. White."
Harry, who was wiping his wand to the side, was stunned after hearing this; why did these words sound so familiar?
Ollivander waved the wand, preparing to demonstrate.
But awkwardly, the wand didn't react.
The air froze for a moment.
Ollivander frowned, and refusing to believe it, tried again.
The wand was still without any movement, not even a spark popped out.
The scene became somewhat awkward, and a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Krum's mouth.
This little old man was just saying that the wands others made were not good, bragging that his own wand craftsmanship was the best in the world, but now the wand he made seemed to have a problem.
Rita's eyes brightened, her quill recording rapidly on the paper; this couldn't be counted as making things up, right?
Ollivander's face looked somewhat ugly; he tried again, but the wand still didn't react.
Charlie reached out his hand.
"Let me."
Ollivander handed the wand back, his expression complex.
Charlie took the wand and waved it gently.
In an instant, countless flowers and vines appeared in the room, spreading from the floor to the walls, and even the ceiling was covered with emerald green branches and leaves. Flowers bloomed, emitting a faint fragrance.
Everyone was stunned.
Ollivander widened his eyes in shock, his pale fingers trembling slightly.
"Incredible," he muttered to himself.
"Mr. White's wand has completely acknowledged its master; it is unwilling to cooperate with anyone other than Mr. White. It is too incredible; this kind of situation is something I have only heard my grandfather mention."
Ollivander stepped forward, staring at the wand in Charlie's hand, his eyes fanatical.
"Generally speaking, wands will choose a Wizard to be their master, but they will not have only one master. Even the most loyal wands made of Unicorn tail hair will cooperate with a second master to a certain extent."
"But Mr. White's wand has completely submitted to you; it only recognizes you as its one master. If you die, sorry, I mean no offense, it will also pass away with you and completely lose its magic."
Charlie looked at his wand with some surprise after hearing this; if what Ollivander said was true, then the wand also seemed to have a life of its own.
He waved his hand to dispel the magic, and the flowers and vines in the room disappeared.
"Then my wand is fine, right?"
Ollivander nodded.
"Of course, it is perfect."
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