Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 287 Ollivander’s Warning (Ten thousand a day today, another monthly tickets will be added)

Professor Snape wanted to say something else, but there was a sudden knock on the door of the Potions classroom.

He had no choice but to walk over reluctantly, slowly opened the classroom door, and looked at a first-year wizard at the door with cold eyes:

"Mr. Creevey, if you can't give me a proper reason why you want to interrupt my lecture."

"That would be a great pity. Something bad will happen."

"I think Gryffindor will probably lose twenty points because of you... no, thirty points."

Professor Snape calculated the points he would add to Harry for this lesson, and casually increased the points he threatened to deduct a bit.

The little wizard suddenly trembled, his face turned pale, his body swayed slightly, and he stammered:

"Report...Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall has asked me to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"It's not a clever lie,"

Professor Snape's tone became more and more serious, and his eyes fell vertically on Creevey from above the eagle's nose.

"I think it's class time now, and Professor McGonagall wouldn't know that."

"But...but, Mr. Ludo Bagman is also there," the little wizard seemed more and more embarrassed, not knowing where to place his hands.

"Mr. Bagman asked all the warriors to go over, as if he wanted to take pictures of the warriors..."

The expression on Professor Snape's face softened a lot. He nodded silently and turned to look at Harry:

"Harry, hurry up and take pictures, don't keep Professor McGonagall waiting!"

"Also, don't forget your confinement for the night!"

Immediately afterwards, Professor Snape's eyes quickly moved back to the classroom:

"Weasley, is something funny? Fifteen points from Gryffindor!"

The points given to Harley were a bit too much, now it’s time to take them back!

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On the way to the classroom on the first floor, the first-year wizard kept apologizing to Harry.

Apparently, he believed that it was because of himself that Harry was imprisoned by Professor Snape.

He also introduced himself to Harry as the younger brother of Colin Creevey, a third-year Gryffindor student.

Harley quickly remembered the boy who was always taking pictures with a Muggle camera.

He seems to admire himself very much, although for some reason, he didn't particularly like his behavior.

But now, the original unhappiness has long been forgotten by Harley.

Colin's younger brother also seemed to be a fanatical admirer of Harry. He spent the whole journey describing to Harry why he came to Gryffindor——

Because here is the great Harry Potter!

To Harley's relief, Colin had probably warned his brother, telling him that Harley didn't like being photographed indiscriminately, and that he had been expelled for taking pictures in the first place.

So even though Creevey also had a Muggle camera hanging around his neck, he never used it.

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After arriving at a classroom near the auditorium on the first floor, Harley knocked on the door alone and walked in.

This classroom is not big, and almost all the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom.

There are several desks lined up in the open space, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

There were several chairs behind the velvet-covered table, and a sign with the referee's name in front of it.

Ludo was sitting on a chair at the edge, talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

Behind the witch was a middle-aged wizard with a big belly, holding a black camera with a slight smoke, waiting for instructions at any time.

After hearing the door knock, Rita's eyes lit up and she immediately turned to look at the door.

But when she saw that the first warrior to come was Harley, Rita's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit, and she turned her head back without hesitation and continued chatting with Ludo.

Although she was very eager to interview the underage warrior of Hogwarts, she also wanted to write a good report about Harley and dig into her various stories.

But the scenes in the Forbidden Forest and the Quidditch World Cup camp left a deep impression on Rita, and the magic mark on the back of her hand constantly reminded Rita of whom she was loyal to.

So Rita chose not to cause trouble for herself, and decided how to write news about her after consulting Harley.

But the middle-aged wizard with a big belly lit up.

In the past, for various reasons, none of the photos of Harley in the Daily Prophet were taken by me.

So far, he has not had the chance to take pictures of Harley in person.

Today he found an opportunity, and he must take a few good photos.

But when the middle-aged wizard raised the camera, Rita was instantly frightened to the point of breaking into a cold sweat, and she gave him a kick quietly.

Harley didn't pay attention to these small movements, but lightly sat on the table in the corner and chatted with the portraits on the wall.

After a while, warriors from other schools also came one after another.

Probably because they were competitors and had different languages, the warriors hardly communicated with each other. They all found a corner to be alone.

Only Fleur's eyes lit up after seeing Harry, and she also chose to sneak to the back of the classroom and sit on the table.

The wizard who was responsible for taking photos felt that his job was coming again after seeing Fleur, but he was still stopped by Rita randomly finding a reason.

Are you kidding, didn’t you see Harley sitting next to you? What should you do if you film her?

As a last resort, the middle-aged wizard had no choice but to stare at Krum and Catherine. At least the former was an international star and popular enough, while the latter had a more delicate appearance.

Fleur had also become accustomed to the wizard's previous actions. After all, she had encountered many such wizards.

Instead of paying attention to a newspaper staff member who wants to take a picture of you, why not spend more time chatting with Hallie.

During this period of time, due to the staggered classes and the fact that she was not familiar with Hogwarts Castle, Fleur rarely chatted with Harry.

During the week, Fleur, like most of the Beauxbatons students and all the students in Ilvermorny, had been attending classes with the seventh-year students at Hogwarts.

Except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, a course that is "famous" in the international education community, students in both schools did not miss any required courses.

Of course, when taking Fleur to visit Hogwarts Castle, Harry also specifically mentioned the quality of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

This year's professor is a senior retired Auror, and the class content is quite in-depth.

It's a pity that Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts course has such a bad reputation, and it has single-handedly dragged down Hogwarts' international statistics.

So despite Harry's endorsement, only Fleur in Beauxbatons ended up taking Professor Moody's class.

However, it seems that Fleur did not live a happy life during this period, and she had a deep resentment towards Hogwarts.

"Did your Potions professor... have something happen to him recently, so he didn't prepare his lessons seriously?"

Fleur complained to Harry in a very tactful tone,

"We had two potions classes yesterday afternoon. Based on your potion skills, I was really looking forward to this class!"

"As a result, Professor Snape didn't teach almost any knowledge points in class. He just read a few sentences from the textbook, wrote the recipe on the blackboard, and then let the students do it themselves."

"If your school's potions professor is so good, I feel like I can do it at my current level! Anyway, it's just a script and a super recipe on the blackboard."

Harry was stunned. Is Professor Snape so unbearable?

She thought about it carefully, and so on... It seemed that Professor Snape would briefly talk about a few knowledge points during class, and then let the students brew potions on their own.

Even when pointing out his own problems and giving himself potions lessons after class, Professor Snape still didn't like to teach a lot of knowledge points, but mainly let himself operate and find out the problems.

Good guy, thinking about it this way, Professor Snape is really very perfunctory!

Finally, Professor Dumbledore filed in with the principals of other magic schools, followed at the end by Ollivander.

All the referees except Crouch were present.

"Please come over here, please." Professor Dumbledore's voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the classroom.

"Sit across from us, thank you."

After the warriors all sat down, Professor Dumbledore pointed to Ollivander sitting aside:

"Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Ollivander, a British wand master."

"He's here today to check on your wands and make sure they're in good enough condition before the game."

"Although you are allowed to bring other items during the competition, the wand is still your most important partner."

Ollivander stood up slowly, glanced quickly at the six warriors, and then walked towards Krum, who was sitting on the edge:

"Mr. Krum, you come first, okay?"

He quickly checked the wands of the five warriors in front.

Each wand has its own characteristics. For example, Fleur used the hair of her Veela grandmother as the wand core, while Miguel's wand in Castrobushe used the blue-eyed poison dart frog unique to the rainforests of South America. nerves.

The former makes the wand fit Fleur better, while the latter makes the wand more fluid when using Castrobshe's unique magic.

The core of the staff of Tsuchimikado Seimei, the warrior of the magic house, was even more peculiar, and even Ollivander could not see its heel.

According to Tsuchimikado Seimei himself, the core of his wand is the most precious feather on the wing of a petrel unique to Southern Ryukyu Island.

However, Ollivander obviously didn't like the craftsmanship of other wand masters, especially Krum's wand produced by Gregovich.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he secretly mocked Grigovitch, thinking that the wands he produced only pursued strong offensive power, but ignored the degree of compatibility with wizards.

Ollivander also vaguely stated that the next time he saw Gregorovich, he would suggest that he go to the United States to talk to Muggles, hoping that he would simply change his career to make the kind of metal wands that the United States pursues extreme violence and destructiveness. .

When it was Harley's turn sitting at the other end of the line, Ollivander's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement mixed with caution:

"And the last...Miss Potter."

Harry stood up, took out the wand that had been with her for a long time, and handed it to Ollivander.

Ollivander took the wand and admired it carefully, with a strange emotion in his voice:

"Yes... very good... snakewood wand, the core of the wand is the nerve of an unknown snake creature, twelve inches..."

"I sold it with my own hands, but it's a pity that I didn't make it...my poor grandfather..."

"The wand is in perfect condition, Miss Potter. It can be seen that you have been taking great care of this child."

Ollivander carefully handed the wand back to Harry, and did not use a spell to test the sensitivity of the wand like he did with the previous wands.

However, after completing the inspection of Harley's wand, Ollivander did not return to his seat directly, but looked at Harley:

"Miss Potter, after you are done, I wonder if you could stay for a few minutes?"

"I have something to remind you about your wand."

After seeing Harry nodding in agreement, Ollivander finally ended the wand inspection session and returned to his seat with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your cooperation!" Professor Dumbledore stood up from his seat.

"Now you can go back to class...but I think you should go to eat directly. Anyway, there are still fifteen minutes left and the bell will ring."

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!"

Seeing the warriors about to leave, Ludo hurriedly shouted excitedly,

"Hey! Dumbledore, you forgot to take a photo! We have planned to let each of the warriors take a photo, and there will also be a photo of the referee and the warriors!"

"What do you think, Rita!"

"Uh... um... I think... okay, let's take pictures."

Rita's eyes were wandering. After getting a response from a certain witch, she nodded and said. At the same time, she looked at the wizard holding a camera behind her.

"Let's get to work! Let's take a group photo first, and then give each warrior a solo photo!"

The next photo session took a long time, even longer than the previous inspection of the wand.

No matter where Ms. Maxime stood, the photographer could not completely include her in the lens;

While Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee with his fingers, he told the photographer about Klum's popularity as an international star and wanted his beloved disciple to stand at the front;

But the photographer was reluctant. He wanted the two beautiful witches, Harry and Fleur, to be at the front;

Although Klum himself is an international star, he doesn't seem to be used to taking pictures, so he keeps dodging, and he also wants to stay as far away as possible from Ludo who is trying to stand side by side with him and take photos with him...

After a long fuss, this photo was finally taken.

When the first one finished taking a single photo and left the classroom, Mr. Ollivander was standing quietly at the door, obviously having been waiting for a while.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Harry bowed slightly.

"In order to cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic, I probably kept you waiting for a long time."

"It's okay, old man, I happen to be very free too." Ollivander touched his beard and chuckled twice,

"I'm looking for you this time, Miss Potter, mainly to remind you about your wand."

Harley tilted her head slightly and looked at Mr. Ollivander quietly.

"I guess I should have mentioned to you that this wand was not made by me, but by my grandfather, so I still don't know what the core of this wand is."

Mr. Ollivander's voice was very soft. "After making this wand, my grandfather went crazy."

"I told you at the time that my grandfather was diagnosed by St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. He went crazy because he drank a lot of alcohol after working hard and had a brain problem."

"In their judgment, my poor grandfather would probably never recover."

"I used to believe in the Holy King's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. But recently, my grandfather suddenly returned to normal."

"Back to normal?" Harley repeated softly, with confusion in her voice.

"Yes," Ollivander's voice was sure,

"He was already a hundred years old when he went crazy, and he is now one hundred and thirty years old."

"I definitely couldn't leave him alone in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, so I took him home."

"And recently he briefly returned to normal and asked me about the whereabouts of the wand in your hand."

"After learning that you now wield the wand, he asked me to give you a warning."

"His exact words were: 'Tell Harry Potter to be wary of the core of this wand!'"

"Be careful with the core of the wand?" Harry was a little confused. "Did I hear wrong? Mr. Ollivander?"

"No, you heard that right." Ollivander smiled bitterly.

"Although I can't understand the meaning of what he said, I still recommend that you follow this advice."

"After all, there are too many mysteries in the magical world that we don't know."

"We still can't explain a series of wonderful phenomena such as the 'Disguise Magus' just by the wizards themselves."

"Not to mention the vast magical world, which also has quite a few flaws in its historical records."

As he spoke, Ollivander took out a small bottle of silver liquid from his arms:

"This is my grandfather's memory. He took it out before he died and asked me to give it to you."

"Inside is the exact location where he obtained the core of this wand, as well as the process of making this wand."

"What he actually said was that if you are interested, you can watch it accompanied by Principal Dumbledore."

"He forbids me to browse this memory alone, and I am not interested in it."

"I leave this memory to you, but I personally don't recommend you to read it."

"Even that wand... I believe my grandfather's words and suspect that there is something wrong with the wand."

"Although I am a professional wand maker and should not say this in my capacity, I would still like to suggest that you give up this wand."

"I can make you a more suitable wand."

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(Thanks to the three bosses "Nine-tailed Yanhu", "Blue Dragonfly" and "Lily Eternal" for their rewards!)