Seeing Tiera's expression like that, Harry instantly calmed down, and just like Tiera, no matter how soft and hard Rita Skita was, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

So angry that Rita Skita gritted her teeth, she had to be careful laughing—

In public, she couldn't use force against two fourteen-year-old wizards.

Especially when one of them is the savior of the British wizarding world, and the other is the adopted son of the well-known writer, Gilderoy Lockhart—

Yes, Rita Skita recognized Tiera when she saw Tiera's broken hand,

Although there are rumors that the relationship between Gilderoy Lockhart and his adopted son is not very close, Rita Skita has to look in the face of the cardinal and the pope. In the absence of a particularly powerful Driven by interests, Rita Skita could only endure for the time being.

The entire classroom instantly fell into an awkward and silent atmosphere, until—

A tall old man came down the stairs on the second floor,

"Dumbledore!" exclaimed Rita Skeeter, looking delighted--

"How are you?" she said, standing up and extending a big manly hand to Dumbledore. "I wonder if you read my article about the International Conference of Wizards in the summer?"

"No." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Really? I don't believe it." Rita Skita still asked with a smile, "I remember I sent you a copy on purpose, why didn't you see it?"

"Oh, that must have been dealt with by Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore also responded with a smile, "I've been putting up an old friend all summer, so I didn't read your article, but I think it must be Anything that is not important, I let Professor McGonagall help me with the unimportant letters."

Tiera saw Rita Skita's smile visibly stiffened, but continued to say without shame:

"I just wanted to point out that some of your views are a little out of date, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita," Dumbledore interrupted politely, smiling, "but I'm afraid we'll have to talk about this later, the wand-testing ceremony is about to begin. "

Speaking of which, Dumbledore waved his hand and motioned for a few warriors to go to the chair in the center of the classroom.

And behind Dumbledore, there are several other referees——

Barty Crouch, who looked like a dementia, Madame Maxime, who stared at Tiera fiercely, and Igor Karkaroff, who glanced around but didn't dare to look at Tiera.

When Harry saw Dumbledore appear, he immediately made it to the benches in the center of the classroom, followed by Tiera.

Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum were already seated.

"I remember I said last Sunday that I hope you will come to my office before nine o'clock on Monday morning." Just as Tiera had just sat down, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Why didn't you come? "

"Oh my god," Tiera said. "I must have forgotten."

Then he learned the tone of Dumbledore just now and said--

"But I'm sure it's not a big deal."

Dumbledore:  …

He raised his hand heavily and lowered it gently.

"No, it's important," said Dumbledore. "Come to me on errands after the wand check is over."

"Tsk..." Tiera smacked her mouth and said reluctantly, "Okay."

Ever since she knew that Dumbledore was likely to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, Tiera began to be a little too lazy to see Dumbledore—

The vest is about to fall off, what else am I doing?

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." After everyone was done, Dumbledore said loudly to several warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

At this moment, an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes quietly walked down from the second floor of the classroom, smiling and nodding to the four warriors as he walked.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?" said M. Ollivander, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

Fleur Delacour walked lightly towards Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Um..." he said.

Like a baton, he twirled the wand between his slender fingers, spewing pink and gold sparks. Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, looking carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...great strength...maple...with... oh my god..."

"Contains a veela's hair," Fleur said, "my grandmother's hair."

"That's why I said last week that she had to use her **** to make my life worse," Tiera whispered to Harry at this point in a tone that was clearly whispered but everyone could hear.

Tiera's words instantly caught everyone's attention——

Dumbledore sighed helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows.

Fleur Delacour and Madame Maxime glared angrily, and the others looked at Tiera in surprise—

I don't seem to understand why a little wizard so small as Tierra could say such a thing.

"What... what do you mean?" Simple Harry didn't understand the metaphor.

"Hehehe..." Tiera smiled, "It's nothing."

Fleur Delacour glared at Tiera angrily, but did nothing.

"That's right..." continued Mr. Ollivander, "yes, of course, I've never used veela hair myself. I think wands made of veela hair are too sensitive... Everyone has their own hobbies, since it is suitable for you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered, "Orchids bloom!" A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

"Very good, very good, in good shape," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with the wand. "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, drooping his round shoulders, and walking listlessly towards Mr. Ollivander, with splayed feet.

He tucked his wand in and stood there frowning, hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Well..." said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovitch's product. He's an excellent wand maker, although I'm not very much of his style...but …”

He raised his wand, turned it over before his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"That's right... hornbeam, with the chordae tendineae of the dragon's heart, right?" He glanced at Krum—

Krum nodded.

"Much thicker than what people usually see...very rigid...ten and a quarter inches...flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head, flapping their wings, into the dim sunlight through the open window.

"Very well," said Mr Ollivander, handing the wand back to Krum, "and then... Mr Potter~lightnovelpub.net~ Harry stood up and passed Krum, Go to Mr. Ollivander and hand over your wand.

"Aha, yes!" said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes flashing with sudden excitement. "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Harry's memory was still fresh, as if it had happened yesterday...

That summer three years ago, on his eleventh birthday, the day after he first met Tiera...

Mr. Ollivander has been examining Harry's wand much longer than the others--

Finally, he let a stream of wine spurt from the wand, and handed the wand back to Harry, declaring that it was in very good condition.

"Then... the last... Mr. Lockhart," said Mr. Ollivander--

Tiera stepped forward, took out the magic wand that "Crazy Walker" turned into, and handed it to Ollivander.

"Huh?" Ollivander made a surprised voice.