Chapter 167: McLean's Homemade Wand

"... Mr. McLean, it's your turn." Olivier returned the wand in her hand to Hermione, and said to Maca.
Maca got up from her seat, pulled out her wand and passed it.
"Oh yes yes, I remember you coming to my store to buy this ..." Olivander said subconsciously, but when he took over Maca's wand, he froze.
"This ... this is ... this is a magic wand?" He said incredibly, "Who made the wand?"
Mr. Olivander's look of surprise surprised everyone, and everyone looked curiously at the wand in his hand.
In appearance, this whitish red wand is indeed quite strange.
Its shaft has only been roughened, even without being painted or waxed, so it appears rough and rough in front of everyone.
Not to mention the various engraved shapes like other wands, which are straight and bare from the tip of the wand to the handle. If it wasn't for Maca, everyone would think it was just a thin wooden stick.
Maca had long anticipated Ollivander's response. He shrugged and said indifferently: "Well, it's enough to use it ... I made it myself."
Hearing him, everyone's eyes started to shine except Mr. Oliverde, Harry, and Hermione.
In the world of magic, the production process of wands has been monopolized by a limited number of families. Usually, if you want to buy a wand, you must go to those stores.
Needless to say, this is definitely a rare craft that can be used for a lifetime.
"You made it yourself?" Mr. Olivander was very surprised, and he opened his eyes wide. "But I didn't see who style it was from this wand ... who passed it to you? What about craftsmanship? "
Maca waved her hand: "Mr. Olivander, check your wand as soon as possible! Harry is still waiting!"
"Oh-okay," Olivander nodded helplessly, and raised his wand to look carefully, "Well ... Scots pine, it should be a little more than ten and a quarter inches, no Very precise specifications ... "
Suddenly, Olivander paused, and exclaimed again: "Oh! God! This core ... this feeling ... is it--"
"Yes, that's the dementor's spinal nerve." Maca nodded calmly.
It is conceivable that everyone in this small classroom was surprised to shut up. After all, no one expected that such a terrible thing was hidden in Maca's wand.
"Can the dementor's spinal nerve be used to make the core of a wand?" Madame Maxim looked surprised and confused, looking subconsciously towards Dumbledore.
"I'm more concerned about another thing-Dementors can be destroyed, I know. But ..." Mr. Bagman said puzzledly, "but, haven't they all disappeared after death?"
"That's just because the patron saint reacted with the Dementor ..." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and whispered softly. "As for the core problem ... I'm not quite sure about it either, presumably Mr. Olivet Can answer our doubts-he is the expert in this regard. "
"Principal Dumbledore ... if you asked me before today, I would definitely not know," Olivander resignedly said, "Before that, no one had used Dementors before. Spinal nerves for core material-at least I haven't heard of it. "
He lifted his wand again and looked at it a few more times before continuing: "But today I can feel it-this kind of core is very sensitive ... extremely sensitive! Believe me, I can use this wand well There aren't many wizards, they pick their masters very much. But this is still a good wand! "
"Although its appearance is rough, the production process is very particular. Moreover, it seems that it also uses some unique methods to maintain stability when casting the spell ..."
"But I have to say that if I want to fully utilize the power of this wand, I still have to say-it is suitable for casting black magic."
This word is always uncomfortable, it reminds people of many bad aspects. Fortunately, Maca is now a Demstrang man-there is always tolerant of dark magic.
Olivander waved his wand, and a cloud of mist rose before him before dissipating on the roof.
"The accuracy is a bit problematic, but ... not bad, it is a very powerful wand." He returned the wand to Maca and nodded. "I can make a wand at this age, I believe you must have spent A lot of energy is over! "
Maca agreed: "Yeah, this is a craft that requires knowledge accumulation, and I did spend a lot of time on it."
"Keep on, this is a road that will never end," Olivander encouraged, before raising his head and shouting, "The last one ... Mr. Potter."
Harry stood up, brushed past Maca, and walked towards Mr. Olivander. He also surrendered his wand.
"Ah, yes," said Mr. Olivend, a pair of light eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes. I remember them clearly."
Mr. Olivander also took a lot of time to check Harry's wand, and it wasn't as surprising as when he checked Maca's wand just now-he checked it very carefully.
Finally, he let a wand of wine spray out of his wand, and then returned it to Harry, announcing that it was in good condition.
"Thank you," Dumbledore said, and stood up at the referee table. "Now you can go back to class—maybe it would be more convenient to go straight to dinner, anyway, they will soon be out of class—"
Everyone stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.
"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly. "The referee and the warrior have a photo, what do you think, Rita?"
"Well-well, take a picture first," said Rita Skeeter, and her eyes fell on Harry again, and she was a little reconciled. "Maybe I have to take a few more photos later."
It took a long time to take pictures.
Wherever Mrs. Maxim stood, she blocked others. And the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to put her into the lens.
In the end she had to sit down and everyone else was standing around her-yes, it was like taking a family commemorative picture called "Mom and her children".
Neither Harry nor Hermione had any interest in it, they just stood there, posing casually.
The photographer seemed particularly active in trying to get Furong to stand in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position.
As for Maca, he stood beside him with no expression, and no one asked him to move somewhere.
When Rita Skitt wanted to take a few single photos of the warriors one by one, Maca simply lifted his leg and left-he wasted no time here.
In the end, Harry was entangled by Rita Skeeter for a long time, and when he went to the auditorium to eat, and then went upstairs to the dormitory, he met Ron.
"You have an owl." As soon as Harry walked in, Ron pointed sharply at Harry's pillow.
There, a school barn owl was waiting for him.
"Oh-okay," Harry said.
Ron walked out of the room after speaking, without looking at Harry.
For a moment, Harry thought about whether to chase it out—he couldn't figure out whether he wanted to talk to Ron or to beat him, both of which seemed very attractive.
However, Sirius's reply was too tempting.
Harry strode to the barn owl, untied the letter from his feet, and laid it flat on the bed.

Harry:
I can't speak freely in the letter, in case the owl is intercepted it is too dangerous-we need to talk face to face. Can you promise to wait for me by the fire of the Gryffindor Tower at 1am on November 22?
I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself, and I don't think anyone can harm you as long as you are by Dumbledore and Moody's.
However, it seems that someone is trying to do this-signing you up for the hegemony is very risky, especially under Dumbledore's nose.
Watch out, Harry.
If anything unusual happens, I still hope you write to tell me. In case of emergency, go to Maca for help.
Please let me know as soon as possible on November 22.
Sirius

For the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione waited for that day to come.
Harry was because he felt some kind of spiritual pillar from his godfather, which seemed to be the only bright spot on the extremely dark horizon.
Hermione always felt that ~ EbookFREE.me ~ might have some important clues from Sirius' mouth.
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Not to mention Harry and Hermione, at least Maca has been very "full" in these two weeks.
Not only does he have to monitor Moody's movements from time to time, he has to continue his various magical studies in his spare time.
Especially after the first experience of the Heart-Draining Curse, he has been trying to use the Phoenician rune to simulate the magic effect of shaking the soul. If he succeeds, he may find the key to unlocking the emotional blockade.
However, there has been no progress so far.
Then, he had to feed the young spiders of the eight-eyed giant spiders regularly and occasionally, and occasionally went to the forbidden forest late at night to take a walk or something.
To be busy, it is estimated that Dumbledore can compare with him.
Just as everyone was busy with their own affairs, the first event of the top three competition was approaching day by day.