Chapter 967: Something Disturbed Me

The three masters' comments on Fleur's wand reminded Vincent of the twin snake staff he had made using alchemy.

Its lines are definitely not graceful, but the extremely exaggerated length and the two snake heads on the tip of the staff are full of oppression. Coupled with the embellishment of a large amount of mithril, it exudes a mysterious and powerful aura from the inside out.

Needless to say, its performance is close to that of the Elder Wand, and it can also be transformed into a long-barreled pistol to achieve fantastic low-latency continuous firing of spells.

As for the fit, it suits him perfectly. Except for himself, anyone else holding the staff cannot use it normally and can only use it as a sturdier wooden stick.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."

Draco nodded politely to Krum next to him, as if to show his goodwill.

Then he stood up slowly, lingered in front of Harry, and walked away with his chin up.

Such an extreme contrast was fully recorded by the recording equipment. If Vincent was responsible for editing, he would definitely cut out this entire segment.

There's no particular reason, I just feel annoyed.

Draco drew out his wand gracefully and handed it over casually.

Merovingian took the wand with a smile, his clear dark brown eyes seemed to be appreciating a beautiful work of art.

“Straight lines, simple but not simplistic design.”

His fingertips gently stroked from the tip of the staff to the handle. "It's exactly ten inches long. It's made of complex hawthorn wood, and it has unicorn hair inside, which symbolizes loyalty and purity."

Gregorovitch came forward curiously. "The combination of hawthorn wood and unicorn hair is too contradictory. It is good at healing spells and various types of curses, but it is difficult to cast black magic at will."

Merovingian handed the wand to its maker, Ollivander, who also held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully.

Not long after, he held it in his hand with excitement, "I remember now, the core inside the wand is a large clump of hair that I plucked from a very beautiful unicorn. It was so frightened at the time that it almost poked a hole in me with its horn."

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, as if immersed in memories.

Seeing him like this, Vincent was reminded of the phoenix tail feathers in his own alder wand.

The singing voice is beautiful, but it is clearly a cry of pain.

But he had to admire Ollivander's luck. It was not an easy thing to survive and exploit the phoenix and unicorn for decades.

If it's not just luck, then it's real ability.

"Hmm..." Ollivander opened his eyes and gently raised the wand in his hand.

A string of silvery-white smoke rings came out from the tip of the stick, floating back and forth in the classroom, and then all returned to the tip of the stick.

"No problem." Ollivander handed the wand back to Draco with great satisfaction. "Mr. Malfoy, you have taken good care of it."

Draco put away his wand and turned back to see Harry secretly wiping something with his school robes.

His eyes revealed unparalleled arrogance, as if the whole world was at his feet.

Before sitting back down, he walked past Harry and snorted with disdain.

"Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Draco smiled particularly kindly at Krum, who smiled a friendly smile in return before he stood up and walked over.

The extreme contrast was once again fully recorded by the recording equipment, and Vincent was once again disgusted.

When he saw Krum's walking posture, he finally understood why he felt disgusted.

The world's number one seeker seemed to be using the wand-checking ritual as a pre-match check for Quidditch.

With his round shoulders drooping and his feet turned outward, he walked towards the three masters listlessly.

Krum thrust his wand in, then stood with his hands in the pockets of his robes, frowning.

The three masters paid no attention to his arrogance and focused all their attention on his wand.

Ollivander lifted it and turned it over and over before his eyes.

Krum's wand was thicker than most, and the curvature of the wand was a natural result of the wood. Its design was very simple, and it was obviously Gregorovitch's work.

Merovingian looked at it and shook his head, not finding any beauty in it.

Ollivander examined it carefully and patiently. "Hornbeam contains the heart nerves of dragons, right?"

He glanced at Krum, and when he nodded he went on: "It's much thicker than one usually sees...very hard...ten and a quarter inches long..."

He grasped the slightly curved handle of the staff and chanted a spell: "Flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand went off with a loud bang, like a gunshot.

Then, a flock of birds flapped their wings and flew out from the tip of the stick, and finally flew out of the open window into the faint sunlight.

"Very good." Ollivander glanced at Gregorovitch, who had a serious expression on his face. "Hornbeam is a very rare wood. It also has another name, muscle wood, which symbolizes toughness, strength, and brutality."

Gregorovitch took the wand from him. "Yes, this is one of my more satisfactory works."

He weighed the wand for a moment. "I came across a stock of hornbeam at the time, and this is the best wand I have ever made from it."

He handed the wand back to Krum, "It still suits you very well, Mr. Krum."

Krum pulled his hand out of his pocket and put it back in.

The three masters also didn't care about his attitude and looked at the last warrior together.

"It is finally your turn, Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up and passed Krum.

He held out his wand, and Ollivander's silver eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement.

"Yes, yes, I remember it very well."

Harry also remembered it vividly.

Three years ago that summer, on his eleventh birthday, he and Hagrid walked into Ollivander's shop to buy his first wand in his life.

Ollivander measured the size of various parts of his body, and then began to hand him wands to try out.

At that time, he felt that he had waved all the wands in the store before finally finding one that suited him.

And this wand is the holly wand that Ollivander is now holding carefully.

Harry clearly remembered that Ollivander was very surprised when he saw him fiddling with the wand so skillfully. When he asked what was so magical about it, Ollivander gave him an answer that he has not dared to tell anyone to this day.

The phoenix feather in the holly wand was actually plucked from the same phoenix as the feather in the other wand.

And this other wand belongs to Voldemort.

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