Chapter 167 McLean's Homemade Wand

...Mr. McLean, it's your turn. Ollivander returned the wand in his hand to Hermione and said to Maca at the same time.

Maca stood up from his seat, took out his wand and handed it over.

Oh, yes, yes, I still remember you coming to my store to buy this... Ollivander said subconsciously, but when he took Maca's wand, he was stunned.

This... this is... this is a wand? he asked in disbelief. Who made the wand?

Mr. Ollivander's surprised expression aroused everyone's interest, and everyone looked curiously at the wand in his hand.

From the outside, this slightly reddish wand is indeed quite unusual.

Its rod body has only been polished the roughest, and it hasn't even been painted or waxed, so it's rough and rough in front of everyone.

Not to mention the various glyph shapes of other wands, which are straight and bare from tip to handle. If Maca hadn't pulled it out, everyone would think it was just a thinned wooden stick.

Maca had expected Ollivander's reaction. He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: Well, it's enough for the wand to be usable...I made it myself.

Hearing his words, except for Mr. Ollivander, Harry, and Hermione, everyone's eyes began to glisten.

In the world of magic, the craft of wand making has always been monopolized by a limited number of families. Usually, if you want to buy a wand, you have to go to those few shops.

Needless to say, this is definitely a rare craft that can be eaten for a lifetime.

You made it yourself? Mr. Ollivander was very surprised, his eyes widened and he said, But, I can't tell whose style it is from this wand... Who passed it on to you? What about craft?

Maca waved his hand and said, Mr. Ollivander, you should check your wand as soon as possible! Harry is still waiting!

Oh—well, Ollivander nodded helplessly, and then raised the wand in his hand to examine it carefully, Well... Scotch pine, the length should be a little over ten and a quarter inches, isn't it? Very precise specifications…”

Suddenly, Ollivander paused, and then exclaimed again: Oh! My God - this wand core ... this feeling ... is it -

Yes,

Those were the spinal nerves of the dementors. Maca nodded calmly.

It is conceivable that everyone in this small classroom was surprised from ear to ear. After all, no one expected that there was such a terrifying thing hidden in Maca's wand.

Can the spinal cord of a dementor be used to make the core of a wand? Madame Maxime looked surprised and confused, she subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

I'm more concerned about another thing - Dementors can be eliminated, I know that. But... Mr. Bagman asked doubtfully, But, don't they all dissipate after death?

That's just because of some kind of reaction between the Patronus Charm and the dementors... Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and said softly, As for the core of the staff... I don't know too well, presumably Mr. Ollivander He can answer our doubts—in this respect, he is an expert.”

Principal Dumbledore... If you asked me before today, then I would definitely not know, Ollivander spread his hands helplessly, you know, before this, no one has ever used a dementor The spinal nerves of the rod are used to make the core material—at least I have never heard of it.

He raised his wand again, looked at it a few more times, and then continued: But today I have experienced it firsthand-this kind of wand core is very sensitive... extremely sensitive! Believe me, anyone who can use this wand well There aren't many wizards, and it's very picky. Still, it's a good wand!

Although its appearance is very rough, the craftsmanship is very particular. Moreover, it seems to use some unique technique to maintain stability when casting the spell...

But I have to say, if you want to get the most out of this wand, I still have to say - it's good for dark magic.

This term is always very uncomfortable, and it will remind people of many bad aspects. But fortunately, Maca is now considered to be Durmstrang's people-there has always been very tolerant of the dark arts.

Ollivander waved his wand, and a cloud of gray mist floated in front of him, and then dissipated on the roof by itself.

The accuracy is a bit problematic, but...not bad, it is a very powerful wand. He handed the wand back to Maca, and nodded, You can make a wand at this age, I believe, you must have spent A lot of energy goes into it!

Maca agreed: Yes, this is a craft that requires accumulation of knowledge, and I did spend a lot of time on it.

Keep going, this is a road that will never end. Ollivander encouraged him before raising his head and shouting, Then, the last...Mr. Potter.

Harry stood up, passed Maca, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander. He also handed over his wand.

Ah, yes, said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes twinkling with excitement, yes, yes, yes. I remember it very well.

Mr. Ollivander also spent a lot of time examining Harry's wand, and it wasn't as much of a surprise as he had been examining Maca's wand just now—he was examining it carefully.

Finally, he caused a puff of wine to emanate from the top of his wand, and handed it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good shape.

Thank you, everyone, said Dumbledore, standing up at the referee's table. Now you can go back to your lessons—perhaps it would be more convenient to just go down to dinner, anyway, they will be over soon—

Everyone stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo! Bagman shouted excitedly, What do you think, Rita?

Hmm - well, let's take a group photo first, Rita Skeeter said, her eyes fell on Harry again, and she said a little reluctantly, Maybe I will take some single photos later.

It took a long time to take pictures.

No matter where Madam Maxim stood, she blocked others. And the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to bring her into the shot.

In the end she just sat down, and everyone else stood around her—yes, like a family photo called Mom and Her Kids.

Neither Harry nor Hermione was interested in this, they just stood there, posing casually.

The cameraman seemed particularly aggressive in trying to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into more prominence.

As for Maca, he just stood at the far side with a blank face, and no one asked him to move his position or anything.

When Rita Skeeter wanted to take a few single photos of the warriors one by one, Maca simply walked away-he didn't have time to waste here.

In the end, Harry was still haunted by Rita Skeeter for a long time, and when he had eaten in the Great Hall and then walked listlessly upstairs to the dormitory, he met Ron.

You have an owl. Harry just walked in, Ron pointed at Harry's pillow and said bluntly.

There, a school barn owl is waiting for him.

Oh—okay, said Harry.

Ron walked out of the room without looking at Harry.

For a moment, Harry wondered whether to go after him - he couldn't tell whether he wanted to talk to Ron or beat him up, both of which seemed appealing.

However, Sirius' reply was too tempting.

Harry strode over to the barn owl, untied the letter from its feet, and laid it gently flat on the bed.

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Harry:

I can't say what I want in a letter, it's too dangerous if the owl is intercepted - we need to talk face to face. Will you promise to wait for me alone by the fire in Gryffindor Tower at one o'clock in the morning on November 22nd?

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself, and I don't think anyone can hurt you as long as you're around Dumbledore and Moody.

However, it seems that someone is trying to do just that - signing you up for The Tournament is pretty risky, especially with Dumbledore right under his nose.

Be careful, Harry.

I still want you to write and let me know if something unusual happens. In an emergency, turn to Maca for help.

Please let me know as soon as possible if you can attend the appointment on November 22.

Sirius

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For the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione waited for that day to come.

Harry because he sensed some sort of spiritual support from his godfather, the only bright spot on an otherwise dark horizon.

And Hermione always felt that maybe some important clues could be obtained from Sirius.

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Not to mention Harry and Hermione, at least Maca had a very full life in these two weeks.

He not only has to monitor Moody's movements from time to time, but also continues his various magic research in his spare time.

Especially after experiencing the Cruciatus Curse personally last time, he has been trying to use Phoenician runes to simulate the magic effect that shakes the soul. If he can succeed, then he may be able to find the key to unlock the emotional blockade.

However, so far there is little progress to be made.

Then, he had to feed the juvenile spiders of those Acromantus regularly and quantitatively, and occasionally went to the Forbidden Forest to take a walk with them in the middle of the night.

In terms of busyness, Dumbledore is probably the only one who can compare with him.

While everyone was busy with their own affairs, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was approaching day by day.