Chapter 356: Harry's crisis!

Olivander said: "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."
Viktor Krum stood up, deaf, pulling his round shoulders, stroking his feet, and walked listlessly towards Ollivander. He tucked his wand over and stood there frowning, hands in the pocket of his robe.
Olivander said: "This production style... if I'm not mistaken, this is Grigovich's product. He is an excellent wand craftsman, but our two styles have always been very different."
This probably means that peers are enemies.
Ollivander raised his wand, turned it over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully: "Yes... the wood of the oak (lì), which contains the dragon's heart tendon, is harder than the witch's wand. More, the pursuit of powerful magical attack power... ten and a quarter inches."
"Let me try the effect, flock of birds!"
The goose-ear oak wand made a loud bang, and Harry frowned deeply. Was this an Italian cannon in his ear?
A flock of birds fluttered their wings out of the head of the wand, and flew into the faint sunlight from the open window.
Ollivander handed the wand back to Krum: "No problem."
Then the two warriors Polyaco Brown and Vincent Picoqui handed over their wands for Oliver to check, and it was normal.
"Mr. Potter, it's your turn."
Harry pulled out his old wand from his sleeve.
As soon as the old wand appeared, it was like a black hole, which firmly caught Ollivander's eyes.
"This, this..." He took the old wand with both hands, and the hand holding the wand shook slightly.
He almost glued his eyeball to the wand, seeing the tail from the top, and then seeing the top from the tail, his eyes were as deep as water.
Furong shivered, and she estimated that Ollivander had never seen his wife so affectionate.
She said: "How about this wand, please tell me, is there something wrong?"
Ollivander shouted: "You have a problem, your family has a problem."
Furong felt very wronged.
Harry said quietly, leaning against Furong ears and saying, "When is your birthday?"
"November 30, what's wrong?" Furong said unhappy.
Harry pinched and counted: "You are the Sagittarius. I read it in a book of the zodiac. In recent days, it is not a lucky day for you. It is better to go out less."
"Really?" Furong said worriedly, because there were indeed a lot of discomforts these days.
Harry almost laughed out loud, looking at her, she actually believed a little, and this girl was too good to cheat.
"Cough..." Ollivander coughed tactically.
He said slowly: "Fifteen inches long, this wand is made of elderberry, and its core is Ye Qi's tail feathers."
Victor Krum frowned: "What is Ye Qi?"
"A creature that is considered a dead world, ordinary people can't look directly at it." Ollivander gently said.
Ollivander looked at Harry and said meaningfully: "Ye Qi's tail feathers, this is a weird substance, only the wizard who controls the death can control it, Mr. Potter, I want to collect it, lest it appear again For the evil magic world...you can rest assured that I will do all I can to build the most powerful wand in the world for you."
This old man has good eyesight, and has recognized this as a holy weapon of death.
For an old wizard who has been making magic wands all his life, he can attract more attention than the legendary old magic wands.
But others didn't know that the envious eyes turned red when he heard the promise of the wand maker (wand maker).
Polyaco Brown, Vincent Picoqui, the two warriors who acted as the background wall, said: "What kind of luck is going on, a broken wand can be replaced by the strongest wand."
Harry suddenly felt a crisis. Why are there so many shameless people around him so that his dominant position is not guaranteed?
He sneered: "Olivande, are you going to give me five hundred gold gallons, plus a pennant? Don't tell me you don't know which wand this is! Can there be a wand stronger than it?" "
Ollivander's old face blushed: "I also know that it is priceless, but in order to prevent it from blowing blood and wind, can't you..."
"No, it's in my hand, it works very well, and I don't consider changing the wand for the time being," Harry said.
"All right," Ollivander said regretfully.
Furong stared at the old wand curiously, secretly wondering which famous wand this cursed wand was in history.
"You can give it to me." Harry said.
"Wait, the spell is not used yet." Ollivander said.
"Fluorescent flashes." A dazzling light radiated from the end of the wand.
"What a magic." Ollivander said obsessively.
Then read again: "Nix."
The light goes out.
Ollivander reluctantly handed Harry the wand, but he held it firmly, just not letting go.
Ollivander still did not give up, and finally persuaded with a long heart: "This wand can indeed make his master invincible and invincible, but you must not lose your mind by the wand. Because it will also give it It’s unknown, how many wizards in history have died tragically because of it.

Harry chuckled: "Unknown? How unclear? Unknown in his later years, covered with red hair? Some people are afraid, but I'm not afraid."
"Alas..." Ollivander sighed deeply and said, "Everything is normal with their wands."
"That's good."
Professor McGonagall nodded: "You can go directly to dinner, anyway, they will be out of class soon."
"Take a picture, and take a picture." The fat man photographer jumped out and shouted.
"Well, okay, let's take a picture." Professor McGonagall said.
It took a long time to take pictures, because Mrs. Maxim would block others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand very far and put her in the lens.
At last she had to sit down and sit aside, Professor Kakalov kept around his goatee, trying to make it into a twisted vine.
Krum, the black-faced boy, didn't seem to be used to taking pictures at all, and he looked like a big girl.
Fatty photographers are particularly active in wanting Furong to stand in front of the center, but this annoys Rita.
The old lady's owner took a picture, can't you still stand in position C?
Then insist 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: "The two of you stand together, um, holding hands, so that they don't appear prominent, but also highlight the depth of the school's friendship... "
Furong's face was reddish, which could still be seen cold and proud.
She has never held the boy's hand yet.
Before thinking too much, Harry had already held her small hand.
Fleur looked at Harry~EbookFREE.me~ thought he could see some excitement or squinting, but he didn't expect Harry to squint, only to show a formal smile, as if he was holding a big one Beautiful woman's little hand, but a piece of wood.
Furong felt angry, and once again felt frustrated in front of Harry, but it also made her a lot more natural.
Harry clung to Furong, smelling a faint fragrance that hadn't gone away for a long time. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "Furong, what shower gel do you use, it's so sweet."
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Note: Who can write HP fellow, I can give an idea.
The protagonist is the grandson of Ollivander, as big as Harry.
Write an introduction:
Protagonist: Do you make rods?
Harry: I made a stick
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