Chapter 138: Check wand

With the end of Halloween, Jon found that his originally peaceful life was broken.
As soon as he appeared in the hallway, someone would immediately whisper and chat to him.
Zacharias Smith and Ernie McMillan also approached him quite deliberately, relying on him all the time except for sleeping at night.
"I suspect that Durmstrang’s students will find opportunities to attack you and help Krum improve their chances of winning; they have a criminal record!" Zacharias said with a certain face: "So we must protect your personal safety. That's right!"
Zacharias is okay. With Ernie McMillan's small body, Jon is quite suspicious that he really has to fight and have to protect him.
Under this kind of tightly "surveilled" situation, it is impossible to go to the House of Requirement, and there is no chance to visit Astoria secretly.
The only opportunities to meet Astoria are the potions class and the magical animal protection class...
To be honest, the relationship between them is almost the same as usual, and Astoria's mood has stabilized; but Jon always feels that there is a little more inexplicable estrangement between them...
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In Thursday’s herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout was introducing them to a herbal medicine.
A vine with many spikes on it.
"Evil ghost vines, referred to as ghost vines!" Professor Sprout watered these vines carefully, and said: "It grows in tropical regions and grows on the rocks and tree trunks of the rainforest. It can grow into huge vines plant……"
"...Their spikes can pierce very hard leather, and at the same time have a strong paralytic toxicity; some magical creatures with high magic resistance are often paralyzed by them and lose their strength..."
Jon listened carefully to the class while still thinking about the Ukrainian Iron Belly Dragon...
The door of the greenhouse was knocked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.
A freshman from Ravenclaw broke in.
"What's the matter?" Professor Sprout frowned.
"I'm sorry, Professor; I'm going to take Jon Hart upstairs." The first-year freshman said timidly: "All the warriors are going. I think they want to take pictures and check their wands."
"Really?" Professor Sprout smiled gently, and then she patted Jon on the shoulder: "Go, Jon... If you still want to learn about ghost vines, you can come to the greenhouse tonight. Find me."
"Okay, Professor." Jon nodded, then put his schoolbag on his shoulder, stood up, and walked towards the door.
"Mr. Hart, you are amazing!" Leaving the greenhouse, the Ravenclaw freshman couldn't help sighing, "Hogwarts warrior!"
"Thank you!" Jon smiled courteously: "Where shall we go?"
"A classroom on the fourth floor, come with me!"
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This is a smaller classroom, most of the desks are pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large area in the middle.
The other three warriors have all arrived; Jon saw Ludo Bagman talking to a witch in a magenta robe.
Victor Krum had a gloomy face as usual, Harry Potter stood there a little at a loss, Fleur Delacour looked a little bored; when she saw Jon coming, she Coming over gracefully, the two chatted casually in French.
"Are you all here? Let me introduce you. This is Miss Rita Skeeter." Mr. Bagman stood up, pointed to the witch in magenta robe, and said: "She is working for the "Prophet "Daily" wrote a short article about the competition..."
Rita Skeeter is a very conspicuous woman, with weird curly hair on her head, which looks particularly awkward when matched with her big chin face; she wears glasses studded with jewels . Fat fingers clasped the crocodile leather handbag tightly.
"Ludo, I didn't realize it was a small article!" She stared at Harry Potter's face excitedly.
Poor Harry, his heart fluttered when he was seen.
Rita Skeeter’s interview began. Not surprisingly, she only asked a few words for the other three people, and then took Harry to the small black room. After a long time, she flushed with excitement and held it. The parchment ran out.
Krum didn't care about it, or said there was no expression on his face, Fleur was a little dissatisfied.
She couldn't help but cursed the female reporter a few words in French.
Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived in time, and then politely drove Rita Skeeter out.
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The three referees, Mrs. Maxim, Karkaroff and Batty Crouch, have also arrived.
"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down: "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."
Two old wizards with big light-colored eyes appeared in front of them quietly, and he checked the wands of several warriors one by one.
"Nine and a half inches... Very strong... Maple wood... Contains a Veela hair."
"Carpinus, containing dragon's heart tendons...very hard...ten and one-quarter inch."
"It is made of holly wood, eleven inches long, and contains a phoenix tail hair."
He whispered past the wands of Fleur, Krum and Harry, and finally turned his gaze to Jon.
"Yes, Mr. Hart... we meet again!" Mr. Ollivander said with a smile, and then took the wand from Jon: "When we met last time, it seemed like yesterday..."
The smile on Ollivander's face suddenly solidified.
He slapped and said nothing.
"Um...Professor Dumbledore!" Mr. Ollivander turned around and bowed softly to Dumbledore: "Can I go to the bathroom first?"
"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded with a smile.
A few minutes later, Ollivander returned, and quietly stuffed a piece of parchment into his pocket.
He pretended to pick up Jon's wand and checked it.
"Thirteen inches long... a very special material made of green bamboo... There is iron-eater feathers in it..." He returned the wand to Jon again: "For this wand~EbookFREE.me ~I am very impressed, Mr. Hart..."
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Wait until Mr. Ollivander leaves...
"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly, "What do you think of the referee and the Warriors for a photo, Rita?"
The photography took a long time.
No matter where Mrs. Maxim stands, she can block others. Maybe the room is too small for the photographer to stand far away.
In the end she had to sit on a stool, and everyone else stood around her in a circle.
As the photo was over, Jon hurriedly left the classroom; only Harry Potter was left, and Rita Skeeter just pulled him into the small dark room again and wanted to take a single photo of him. .
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