Chapter 962: The Three Greatest Staff Makers in Europe Gather
Although some of the products are not the same as described, Gugu is indeed the cute and charming Gugu.
Just for Gabrielle.
"It's so heavy..." She used almost all her strength to successfully pick up Gugu.
There is no other owl of this weight in the entire magical world.
Spread out the picnic mat, put some exquisite snacks on it, and brew a pot of black tea, and the leisurely and relaxing time will begin.
It would have been better if Gabrielle hadn't sneaked away with the snacks and fed them secretly to Gugu.
What could Vincent do? He had to pretend he saw nothing.
"Malfoy has been particularly cocky these past two days. Whenever he has free time, he takes his little brothers to wander around the common room as if he is patrolling his territory."
Daphne said this, raising her chin high in a particularly vivid manner.
After saying this, she stared at Vincent with a resentful look on her face.
"Uh...why are you looking at me?"
Daphne gave a meaningful smile, obviously knowing how Draco was chosen by the Goblet of Fire.
Friends all know that Vincent really doesn't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and he would never let Harry put himself in danger. It is undoubtedly more reasonable to choose Draco as a scapegoat.
Vincent took a sip of the tea with a guilty conscience, "Okay, I'll give him a more intense training this afternoon. He won't be able to survive until tomorrow."
Daphne withdrew her gaze contentedly, and pulled Hermione and the Delacour sisters aside to chat among girls.
"Miss Delacour, you don't actually have to keep your face covered. We recognized you when we saw you."
"Really? Miss Greengrass, just call me Fleur. I always thought no one would recognize me."
"Then you can call me Daphne too. In fact, you'll be more conspicuous if you cover your face."
"I see... Daphne, I'm worried that it will affect your classes."
"Don't worry, Furong. Little incidents like what happened in class just now are quite common."
Strictly speaking, anything can happen in a Hogwarts classroom.
For example, the dung eggs that suddenly hit the class in Charms, the crucible that inexplicably exploded in the Potions class, and the empty History of Magic class.
The Delacour sisters listened to Daphne's examples with amazement.
If these situations occurred in Beauxbatons' classrooms, those students would have been forced to drop out long ago, even if they were heirs to ancient pure-blood wizard families.
Hermione and Daphne turned to look at Vincent who was doing nothing.
"What if it was him?"
Furong frowned, "He will probably be expelled as well. Our school values students' self-cultivation more, so students who violate school rules will be regarded as a disgrace to the school."
When it comes to abiding by the rules, the students at Beauxbatons are no less obedient than those at the Institute of Magic.
The girls' topic quickly turned to clothing matching.
T-shirts, shirts, sweaters, tank tops, cardigans and so on. Bored Vincent started playing Gwent with the magic communicator.
Man vs. machine, win every time out of ten games.
As he was playing, he realized that it was already noon.
He looked at the four girls who were chatting animatedly, silently opened the address book interface and sent a text message to George and the others.
"A small gathering in the forbidden forest."
"Right there!"
A few minutes later, all the friends came and brought a lot of ingredients.
Gabrielle looked at Fleur eagerly, who nodded without any psychological burden and decided to stay here for a while.
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Meanwhile, Madame Maxime returns.
She did not come back alone. She walked into the castle with a tall, thin, and particularly gentle-looking middle-aged human wizard and came to the headmaster's office in the tower.
Dumbledore knew they were coming, and came to the corridor in advance to greet them. "Good afternoon, Madame Maxime, Mr. Merovingian."
Merovingian had a gentle smile on his face, "Sir Dumbledore, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
"Yes." Dumbledore smiled and looked at Madame Maxime. "Two of the three greatest wand makers in Europe are here. I believe the wand testing ceremony will go smoothly."
"I hope so." Madame Maxime's expression was a little complicated.
Without fully understanding why the mysterious man in the black cloak insists that Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament as a warrior, every aspect of the competition needs to be foolproof.
Therefore, she made a special trip back to France to invite Merovingian over.
But she now had a strong premonition that Karkaroff might, like her, travel thousands of miles to invite the last remaining wand-making master to join the warriors in the wand-testing ceremony.
The three greatest staff makers in Europe have come together, and no one knows what will happen.
Colleagues are enemies. If it's an academic discussion, it's fine. But if it turns into an argument...
Madame Maxime didn't dare to think any further. She looked at Dumbledore, who was chatting happily with Merovingian, and said, "Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore. Are the two directors of your Ministry of Magic not here yet?"
"It should be soon--" Dumbledore paused, "They are coming, we should go down and prepare."
The three of them left the principal's office and came to the first floor, entering the corridor leading to the entrance hall.
However, their destination was not the auditorium, nor the room behind the staff desk, but a smaller classroom.
Bagman and Barty Sr. were already inside, along with the English wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander.
When Ollivander saw Merovingian, who was as famous as himself, his originally cloudy silver-white eyes instantly lit up.
"Master Merovingian."
"Master Ollivander."
The gazes between the two wand-making masters seemed to spark intense sparks.
"Mr. Ollivander, I am amazed at your improvement of the wood and core materials of the staff. Unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves are all materials that contain powerful magic. You are able to perfectly match them with different woods, which is enough to show your superb skills."
"Mr. Merovingian, I am amazed by your improvement of the traditional wand-making craft. Every wand you make is as beautiful as a work of art. I have collected several of your works."
After a wave of business praise, the two seemed to have sparked even more intense sparks.
Just as the second wave was about to begin, Karkaroff's hearty laughter came from outside.
“Hahahaha – turns out everyone is here!”
Coming in with him was an old wizard with white hair but in very good spirits.
Ollivander and Merovingian looked at the old wizard as if their eyes were connected.
It was he, Gregorovitch, the German wand-maker as famous as they were.
Dumbledore didn't know Gregorovitch, but he guessed it from the reactions of the other two wand-making masters.
With the three greatest wand makers in Europe gathered at Hogwarts, the upcoming wand testing ceremony is absolutely a sure thing.
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