Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

"Well, kids, I think you need to come over and check your wands!"

At this time, Mr. Ollivander on the side spoke.

Dumbledore, who was originally the host, left. He had no choice but to speak as the guest.

As for the Dark Lord teacher Kyle mentioned before...

Just like in the Muggle world, someone brags to their friends on the road that my teacher is the number one terrorist in the world?

Who would take this seriously?

"Miss Decoural, will you come?"

Hearing this, Fleur walked up to Ollivander and placed her wand on the table.

"Not bad," Ollivander picked up his wand and mumbled softly.

"Nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...and contains...oh, my God..."

"This contains a Veela hair."

"Yes, that's my grandmother's hair..." Fleur said.

After saying that, he turned around and gave Kyle a wink.

In fact, in the eyes of pure-blood families in the magical world.

Half-blood wizards are a disgrace to scorn.

But at least he's still a wizard.

In the Middle Ages before the establishment of the Ministry of Magic in various countries, people like Veela were just kept in captivity by wizards like house elves.

Between a slave and a pet, there is no status at all.

Not to mention falling in love with them or even giving birth to offspring, this is definitely an act that is despised by pure-blood families.

But Furong didn't think it was anything, and was even a little proud of it.

After all, part of her Veela blood gave her an appearance and temperament that were beyond ordinary people.

This is what Kyle likes about Fleur.

Not only because of her beauty, but also because of her free and easy personality. Perseverance and the courage to love and hate.

"Yes, that's right, it's Veela's hair!"

"I personally have not tried making wands out of this material because they are too sensitive and difficult to control."

"Few people can handle them successfully."

“But everyone has their own hobbies.

“Orchids are blooming!”

As he spoke, Ollivander waved his wand, and an orchid bloomed on the tip of the wand.

"Very good, in good condition, Mr. Krum, it's your turn!"

Krum stood up, slumped his round shoulders, walked with splayed feet, walked over and put the wand on the table, standing there expressionlessly, with his hands in the pockets of his robe.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, this is a product of Gregovich. He is an excellent wandmaker, although I don't quite agree with his style..."

"But...it doesn't matter...hornbeam wood contains the heart tendons of a dragon, right?"

Ollivander put the wand in his hand and fumbled for a moment, and immediately told him exactly what the wand was made of.

"Much thicker than one usually sees... very stiff... ten and one-quarter inches... Flock of birds!"

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol fired, and a flock of birds flapped their wings and flew out from the wand head, flew out of the open window and disappeared into the sky.

"Very well," Ollivander handed the wand back to Krum, "Next...Mr. Kyle."

Ollivander's brows twitched.

Bad memories were suddenly brought back.

"Wait a minute!" Kyle nodded and rummaged around in his crossbody bag where he had cast the "Invisible Stretch Spell".

His wand hadn't been used for who knows how long.

Even to be precise...

Ever since I learned the Patronus Charm, I haven't used the wand much.

It's been almost two years.

After a while...

Kyle finally retrieved the wand from the bottom of the package and placed it on the table.

"Mr. Ollivander (bcdc), you should remember this..."

"Of course..." The latter had a dark face...

The Ollivander family has been professionally making staffs for two thousand years!

His ancestors have been famous wand-making masters in Europe for generations.

I don’t know how many wizards I have served...

But no matter how picky the wizard is, he has never bombed a wand shop directly!

And it exploded twice at once, can you believe it???

[Ding! Sadness and anger detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

"Elder Wand, I clearly remember that this is a batch of materials that I finally collected. I originally wanted to imitate the Elder Wand."

"It's just that everything failed later. This is the last elderberry that was not used. Well, kid, it seems you didn't succeed either."

"This is still a work-in-progress, but...

Ollivander looked at it with some surprise on his face.

"This elder wand has no signs of use at all, it's like new.

"Son, do you have any other wands?"

"This is not a good habit. You must know that the wand and the wizard both choose each other..."

"No, sir, it's just that I rarely use my wand. I specialize in potions..." Kyle shrugged.

"Okay, that's rarely used..." Ollivander nodded and handed the wand back.

No more little magic experiments this time.

It's just like new, no need to experiment.

"Okay, it's your turn, Potter first... Oh, no, it's Miss Potter."

Finally, Ollivander checked Harry Potter's wand again, ending the wand inspection before the game.

"The warriors' wands are well maintained. I think they are enough for you to successfully compete."

"Well, good luck to you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

After checking his wand, Kyle left the classroom without saying a word.

nonsense!

Why don't you leave now and wait for the Shura field to explode?

that night

Rita Skeeter's residence.

This is an extremely luxurious looking villa.

Muggle materials are relatively cheap in the wizarding world, and even the Weasley family has never had to worry about food and drink.

Not to mention the well-paid reporters of the Daily Prophet who are now in high demand.

The villa is brightly decorated and full of luxurious European style.

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