Chapter 970 Wayne, are you teaching me how to do things?

Harry loved his wand very much, and in his opinion, he couldn't blame it for the relationship between it and Voldemort's wand.

Of course, the wand makers can't be blamed.

Ollivander's wand core materials have always been the same three things. Phoenixes are extremely rare, and phoenix tail feathers are even rarer. Unlike unicorn hair, there are plenty of them in Hagrid's hut, and you can probably grab a handful at a time.

Both Merovingian and Gregorovitch showed great interest in holly wands.

Holly wood is characterized by precision, lightness and elasticity, and is often used to make weapons, symbolizing battle, protection, and fighting against evil.

Gregorovitch took the staff and examined it carefully, then raised it high above his head, letting the tip of the staff emit a soft light.

As the colors change, the light it emits becomes brighter and brighter.

"A wand of outstanding performance and excellent stability."

His comment made Ollivander unconsciously puff out his chest.

Merovingian's focus was still on the wand's appearance, but after he took it in his hand, he let a stream of wine spray out from the tip of the wand before taking a closer look.

It has excellent performance, a moderate length of 11 inches, and unique patterns and carvings, which perfectly suits Harry, who is taller and stronger than his peers.

After he handed the wand back to Harry, Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table and said, "Thank you, everyone. The two directors of the Ministry of Magic will interview you individually later. I think it should be finished before dinner."

Bagman and Barty Sr. casually pulled a notebook and a quill from their pockets.

You have to be a referee, a photographer, and even a reporter.

If it wasn't because of the oppression of the Ministry of Magic, it could only be because the two directors loved their work.

Bagman came to the recording equipment and said, "Mr. Wayne, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me and Batty."

Vincent, who was relieved, did not stay long and left the classroom calmly under Dumbledore's gaze.

There is absolutely no point in watching an official interview. I might as well go to the kitchen and see what's for dinner today.

As he was going down the stairs, he ran into Snape who had just finished class.

"Huh——" A cold laugh echoed in the narrow stairwell.

It's a rare opportunity for him to come out of the dungeon, so he must have thought of an excuse.

Vincent smacked his lips. "Professor Snape, the warriors are still conducting individual interviews. If you want to give Harry extra lessons, I suggest you come back tomorrow."

Snape's eyes were extremely unfriendly, "Wayne, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Vincent raised the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him with a smile.

"How dare I teach you how to do anything, Professor? It's just that Harry and Malfoy will receive my physical training after dinner, so they probably won't have time to go to your place for extra lessons."

Snape's lips moved slightly, and his narrow black eyes became resentful.

He heard footsteps coming from below and knew that the students were about to come up.

"Very good, you are the school's most senior director, and whatever you say goes."

After saying that, he walked quickly up the stairs.

There is no need to guess, the old bat definitely intended to stand at the door of the classroom to disgust Harry so that Harry would not be able to perform well in the one-on-one interview.

Vincent thought about it and decided not to interfere.

He is not Harry's babysitter, why should he care so much?

"Old Wen!" James ran up to him with a gossipy look on his face, "How's it going? What's the matter with you guys?"

"Didn't Colin say that we should shoot a promotional video?"

"I don't believe it. It's definitely not that simple."

Vincent patted him on the shoulder. "Old James, you are really smart. According to the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, you will probably know what it is by tomorrow morning."

James pulled him to the corner of the corridor on the first floor and said, "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."

Vincent looked at Hermione and Alfred who had followed him curiously, and only spoke out what happened after making sure they were the only ones around.

"The three greatest wand makers in Europe gathered at Hogwarts?!"

Alfred quickly covered James' mouth with force, "James, could you please stop making such a fuss."

"You can't blame me. The wand testing ceremony of the previous Triwizard Tournament was never this grand. I guess some wizards who were not interested in the competition originally have started to look forward to it."

Indeed, as long as the Ministry of Magic is not crazy, it will definitely publicize the gathering of the three greatest wand makers in Europe.

Even the small wand testing ceremony has this kind of scene, and it will be even more exciting when the official competition comes.

Vincent looked at the three people with expectant faces, hesitated for a moment, and finally told them about the "wonderful" performances of the two directors.

James and Alfred didn't think it was a big deal. After all, they were used to it. It would be abnormal if the British Ministry of Magic didn't fail at the critical moment.

Hermione looked worried.

If she was the Black Cloak who tampered with the Goblet of Fire, she would definitely take the next action as soon as possible after learning about the "wonderful" performance of the two directors.

"Why do you think so much?" Vincent gently took her little hand.

"If that person's target is really Harry, then all his actions will be directed at Harry. The headmasters have already taken precautions, and he will not succeed easily."

Hermione took a deep breath and held his big hand tightly. "I can't help but think that if we had chosen to control that person at the time, Harry would not have been forced to participate in this game full of unknown dangers."

Vincent smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I didn't know things would turn out like this."

He sighed helplessly, "Why is our school always so restless? I just want to enjoy a leisurely and comfortable campus life. Why can't you fulfill this little wish of mine?"

Hermione squeezed his big hand again, "According to probability theory, our school is actually relatively quiet, but we run into it every time."

Be it Quirrell in the first grade, Lockhart in the second grade, or Peter Pettigrew in the third grade, they actually have no influence on the vast majority of students.

Vincent looked up at the ceiling of the corridor with tears in his eyes. "So we are lucky? We always run into such bad things. We are so unlucky."

Hermione didn't know what to say.

According to probability theory, the chance of encountering it every time is less than one in ten thousand.

If I have to explain it, it can only be explained as metaphysical bad luck.

"Ah..." They both sighed.

Life has to go on, you can't always be unlucky.

"Old James, Alfu, do you want to go together--" Vincent was stunned the moment he turned around.

The corridor was empty, James and Alfred were nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he felt that the atmosphere was not right and knew that he would become a light bulb if he stayed any longer, so he left quietly.

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