Ollivander said: "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Viktor Krum stood up, held his chubby shoulders, and walked toward Ollivander listlessly with splayed feet. He stuffed the wand over and stood with a frown on his face.

There, hands in the pockets of his robe.

Ollivander said: "This style of production...if I'm not mistaken, this is the product of Grigovitch. He is an excellent wandmaker, but our two styles have always been very different."

This probably means that colleagues are enemies.

Ollivander raised the wand, turned it over and over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully: "That's right...horn oak (lì) wood, containing the heart tendons of a dragon, is harder than the average wizard's wand.

More, what we are pursuing is powerful magical attack power...ten and a quarter inches."

"Let me try it out, birds flocking!"

The horn oak wand made a loud "bang" sound, and Harry frowned deeply. Was he putting an Italian cannon in his ear?

A group of little birds flapped their wings and flew out from the wand head, flying into the faint sunlight from the open window.

Ollivander handed the wand back to Krum: "No problem."

Then the two warriors Polyarco Brown and Vincent Piccolo handed over their wands for Ollivander to check, and they were all normal.

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

Harry took out the Elder Wand from his sleeve.

As soon as the Elder Wand appeared, it was like a black hole, firmly attracting Ollivander's eyes.

"This, this..." He took the Elder Wand with both hands, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

He almost glued his eyes to the wand, looking from the top to the tail, and then from the tail to the top, his eyes were as affectionate as water.

Fleur shuddered, she thought Ollivander had never looked at his wife so affectionately.

She said: "How is this wand? Tell me quickly. Is there something wrong with it?"

Ollivander shouted: "You are the only one with the problem, your whole family is with the problem."

Furong felt extremely aggrieved.

Harry quietly turned to Fleur and said, "When is your birthday?"

"November 30, what's wrong?" Furong said unhappily.

Harry calculated with his fingers: "You are a Sagittarius. I read it in a book called "The Zodiac". The past few days have not been auspicious for you. It is best to go out less often."

"Really?" Fleur said worriedly, because there have indeed been a lot of unpleasant things in the past few days.

Harry almost laughed out loud. Looking at her, he actually believed her. This girl must be too easy to deceive.

"Ahem..." Ollivander Tactics coughed a few times.

He said slowly: "Fifteen inches long, this wand is made of elder wood, and its core is the tail feather of the Thestral."

Viktor Krum frowned: "What is the Thestral?"

"A creature that is considered to be in the world of death and cannot be looked directly at by ordinary people." Ollivander said softly.

Ollivander looked at Harry and said meaningfully: "The Thestral's tail feathers are a strange substance that can only be controlled by a wizard who controls death. Mr. Potter, I want to collect it to prevent it from appearing again."

Bringing disaster to the magical world... Don't worry, I will do my best to build you the most powerful wand in the world."

This old man has good eyesight and has already recognized this as the Deathly Hallows.

For an old wizard who has been making wands all his life and is about to die, what could be more attractive than the legendary Elder Wand to attract his attention.

But other people didn't know that when they heard this big boss in the wand-making industry (making wands) make such a promise, their eyes turned red with envy.

Poliarco Brown and Vincent Piccolo, the two warriors who served as the background wall, said: "What kind of bad luck is this? A broken wand can be replaced with the strongest wand."

Harry suddenly felt a deep crisis. Why were there so many shameless people around him recently? His advantageous position would not be guaranteed.

He sneered: "Ollivander, are you going to give me five hundred gold galleons and a banner? Don't tell me you don't know which wand this is! Is there any wand with more magical power than this?"

"

Ollivander's old face turned red: "I also know that this is a priceless thing, but in order to prevent it from causing a bloody storm, can't you..."

"No need, it's in my hand and it works very well. I won't consider changing the wand for now," Harry said.

"Okay then." Ollivander said regretfully.

Fleur stared at the Elder Wand curiously, secretly guessing which famous wand in history this wand that seemed to contain a curse was.

"You can give it to me," Harry said.

"Wait a minute, I haven't used the spell yet," Ollivander said.

"Fluorescence." A dazzling light lit up from the end of the wand.

"What a powerful magic power." Ollivander said infatuatedly.

Then he said again: "Nix."

The light goes out.

Ollivander reluctantly handed the wand to Harry, but held on tightly and refused to let go.

Ollivander still refused to give up, and finally advised with earnest words: "This wand can indeed make its owner invincible, but you must not lose your mind by the wand, because it will also give it to it."

Its owner brings unknown omens, and how many wizards died tragically because of it in history."

Harry sneered: "Unknown? How unknown? Unknown in old age, covered with red hair? Some people are afraid, but I'm not afraid."

"Alas..." Ollivander sighed deeply and said, "Their wands are all fine."

"That's good."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "You can go to eat directly. They will end get out of class soon anyway."

"Taking pictures, taking pictures." The fat cameraman jumped out and shouted.

"Uh, okay, let's take pictures then." Professor McGonagall said.

Taking pictures took a long time because Madame Maxime would block others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to get her into the frame.

Finally she had to sit down and sit aside while Professor Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee with his fingers, trying to turn it into a twist vine.

Krum, a black-faced boy, seemed not used to being photographed at all, and acted coyly, like a big girl.

The fat house photographer was particularly aggressive in trying to get Fleur to the front and center, but this annoyed Rita.

My master is taking a photo, why can’t I stand in the C position?

Then insisted that Harry stand in the most prominent position.

The two couldn't argue.

After seeing the impatient look on Harry's face, Rita quickly said: "You two stand together, um, hold hands, so that you don't look outstanding, and it can also highlight the depth of friendship in the school...

"

Furong's face was slightly red, and she could still see her coldness and arrogance.

She had never held a boy's hand before.

Before he thought much, Harry had already held her little hand.

Fleur looked at Harry, expecting to see some kind of excitement, nervousness or lustful expression, but she didn't expect that Harry didn't look sideways and just showed a formulaic smile, as if what he was holding was not the little hand of a beautiful woman, but the small hand of a beautiful woman.

A piece of wood.

Fleur felt angry and felt frustrated in front of Harry again, but this also made her feel more relaxed.

Harry pressed close to Fleur, and his nose smelled a faint fragrance that lingered for a long time. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "Fleur, what kind of shower gel did you use? It smells so good."

…

Note: If anyone writes an HP fanfic, I can give you some ideas.

The protagonist is Ollivander's grandson, who is as old as Harry.

Just write in the introduction:

Protagonist: Do you make a staff?

Harry: I make the staff
Chapter completed!