A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Okay, let's continue." Mr. Ollivander waved Krum's wand gently, "This is a product of Gregorovitch. He is an excellent wand maker, although his style is... Not quite...but..."

He raised his wand, turned it over before his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"Not out... Hornwood contains the heart tendon of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum - Krum nodded, "Much thicker than what people usually see... very strong Hard...ten and a quarter inches...flock!"

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol being fired, and a flock of birds flew out from the wand head with fluttering wings and flew into the pale sunlight through the open window.

"Very good," Mr. Ollivander said, returning the wand to Krum, "Then, the next step is..." His eyes glanced at the 'wand' in Hermione's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Po Mr. Te, you go first, okay?"

Harry nodded and stood up, passing Krum and walking towards Mr. Ollivander.He handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his light-colored eyes suddenly flashing with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Ollivander took much longer to examine Harry's wand than the others, and finally, letting a stream of wine squirt from the top, handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it to be in excellent condition.

"Then it's your turn, Miss Granger." Ollivander rubbed his hands excitedly and stared expectantly at the scepter in Hermione's hand.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Ollivander with her wand raised. He seemed to be the most excited person in the room.

He took the wand and looked at every inch of it carefully, "Oh, it's so stunning..." he said, patiently looking at every detail of the wand, "Blackthorn wood... absolutely Yes, sixty inches long... much longer than what people usually see... perfect for casting... oh, the magical cores of unicorns and fire dragons... aha, I knew it, I knew it... …”

Hermione looked back at Edward in confusion, but saw that he just nodded slightly.

"I knew that this was the craftsmanship of the Ollivander family... It was probably a work from the 4th century, right - yes, John Ollivander, I saw this nameplate... I knew that he He is the best wand master in the history of our family, and his pioneering experiments have left us with a lot of valuable experience."

"Yes, it's Little John's work." Edward said loudly, "This is completely in line with the competition regulations, right?"

"Yes, yes, this is definitely a very standard wand... a trial product." Ollivander reluctantly returned the wand to Hermione, even forgetting to use the spell detection wand.

"Sir, don't you need a test?" Hermione asked her own question.

"Oh, no, no, no need." Ollivander read, "I am not its owner. It resists my use. It can only exert its power in your hands."

Madame Maxime's eyes narrowed and her eyes moved back and forth between Edward and Hermione.

"Thank you, everyone," said Dumbledore, standing at the referee's table. "Now you can go back to class—maybe it's more convenient to just go down to dinner, anyway, they'll be dismissed soon—"

The warriors stood up and prepared to leave, but the man with the black camera - who had been standing next to Rita - jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take pictures, Professor Dumbledore, take pictures!" Bagman shouted excitedly. He accepted the cameraman's hint. "The referee took a photo with the warriors. What do you think, Rita?"

"Um - okay, let's take a group photo first," Rita said, her eyes falling on Edward, "What do you think about taking a few single photos?"

"I think Hermione still has to go to class." Edward said calmly.

"No problem." Rita nodded and quickly started taking photos.

Although Rita had tried to shorten the photo-taking time as much as possible, it still had to take a long time because Madame Maxime blocked others no matter where she stood.And the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough away to include her in the shot.Finally she sat down and the others stood around her.

Of course, Edward took Hermione away after pressing the shutter for the first time. In fact, not many people would care about the group photo in the report. At most, some people would care about the single photo.

"I think maybe you can go directly to the auditorium to wait for dinner. Of course, if there is still time, you can also go to the underground classroom." Edward said on the marble stairs, "The content of the first project... you have to do it yourself Be prepared, I believe with this magic wand, the game will be no difficulty for you."

In the next two weeks, Hermione spent almost all of her time in the library, which even made Harry, who had no interest in it at all, have to become anxious. He became anxious and began to follow Hermione. Min goes to the library every day.

Of course, this was not just because of Hermione, but mainly because there were not so many people staring at him strangely in the library. He tried his best to immerse himself in the contents of the books.

But... when he looked up the history of the Triwizard Tournament, he couldn't help but be surprised.

For example, during the Triwizard Tournament in 1792, one level required warriors to capture a cockatrice, a creature similar to a rooster with a lizard tail.The cockatrice broke free, emitted a horrible smell, and attacked the headmasters of three magic schools.

Therefore, the Triwizard Tournament was suspended for more than 200 years and was not held again until 1994.

And in history, there are some interesting facts about the game.

Durmstrang is a school that has never won a championship...

Hogwarts has won 63 times, Beauxbatons has won 62 times, and Durmstrang has won none.

Looking at it this way, we can understand why Karkaroff invited Krum, who had dropped out of school, back to school and participate in the competition.

Although James and Sirius almost kept writing letters every two days to comfort Harry, Harry still felt an unspeakable fear.

He completely believed Moody's words - the man who threw his name into the Goblet of Fire definitely wanted to kill him!

After all, any accidents in dangerous games are understandable. Why can warriors from other schools have accidents, but Harry Potter can't?