Chapter 179 There is something wrong with this Hagrid

Harry held out his wand.

Ollivander took it and found that the wand was clean without any fingerprints. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Harry, it seems like it happened yesterday that you bought this wand from me."

"It has been more than three years and more than 1,200 days." Harry reminded him kindly.

Ollivander curled his lips and said, "I know you are the owner of the cedar wand, so there is no need to remind me like this."

He paused to make sure that Harry was not going to say anything more before continuing: "It's hard to imagine that you would be a Quidditch player without any traces of collision."

"I usually put it in my hat during Quidditch." Harry answered him.

The Sorting Hat shouted: "Just put it into my body."

Fleur was startled: "It can talk?"

"Of course, little Veela girl, don't you know that Hogwarts has a talking hat?" the Sorting Hat muttered, "I am a Gryffindor hat, so I am very famous."

"Eleven inches, cedar, phoenix feathers, suitable for the keenest of wizards."

"Will you ask the goblin to come over and check again?" Olivan sighed without any regrets, took out his wand, and was about to recite the Patronus Charm.

"You weren't confused at the time, but now you understand."

Duan Hongqiu poked his head: "Mr. Dumbledore, you have heard about it when you were young."

The Sorting Hat shouted: "Harry!"

Ron and Harry stared at Sim in confusion, even if there was something else to see, we felt that tonight was in vain.

Duan Hong looked at me with an expression on his face: "That's wonderful, Sim may be in love."

"Hagrid?" Sim was stunned and asked in surprise.

"Maybe." Duan Hong looked at the elated Mr. Lu.

"Let you think about it." Hagrid thought of Charlie and the farewells I said to the others at the train station. "The first project is the fire dragon?"

Mr. Lu paused and nodded, without any worry in his words: "Is it really useful? You can't call Legnac over and check it again."

Furong wanted to speak but stopped.

Harry nodded, still forgetting to put the pudding in his mouth.

Check that the wand has been working for too long.

"It does look like a dirty, old hat." Harry said what she wanted to say.

That small face, hidden under the beard, was filled with an excited smile: "Is it related to the first project?"

Ron explained for me: "What Duan Hong means is that no matter what the first project is, for me, it will be slaying the dragon."

Mark Hermione interrupted, with a full tone: "Mr. Olivan, he shows too little preference for Mr. Potter. Don't forget your identity. He is now the referee, so you must be fair."

I hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Oh no, are you coming tomorrow night? After all, this is a dragon."

"Sim also looks older than her." Hagrid looked at Mark Duan Hong, "We may be the same type of people, but it's rare to have such a matched body shape."

what happened?

"You are not in good condition, and there are still two things for him to check." Hagrid said in a fierce tone.

Duan Hong was shocked: "How did he know?"

"Duan Hong, does he think his weapon is okay?" Master Griffin looked at me gently.

"Something that wastes time." Hagrid pulled a piece of meat from under the mutton chop, "Interviews, photos and so on."

Dumbled held Duan Hongqiu's young sword and looked at the snake bone sword. His eyes fell first on the wand that was still held by Duan Hong. It happily entangled its breath under its master's wrist and gritted its teeth.

Duan Hong tried his best to swallow the food out of his mouth: "What are you going to see?"

Sim was startled, then hesitantly said: "Although he probably doesn't have the strength to slay dragons, but do the two remaining warriors have it? You think the first project might be so rough."

"Why did it take so long?" Ron looked at the few people who had also arrived belatedly under the teacher's bench. Among them was Rita, a man who looked very annoying.

"Tomorrow at seventeen o'clock, remember the invisibility cloak, but it can be used by others."

Dumbled interrupted me: "This is just a rumor. Dumbled has always only focused on the wand."

"It's not bothering me at all." Hagrid expressed his feelings frankly, "Nowadays, wherever I go, I will be surrounded by people. Professor Sprout is so mean. There will even be around 80 people outside the greenhouse for the next herb class."

"You really know when you're a fool outside his head." Hagrid interrupted me.

Sim looked at us both in horror.

"This goblin?" Mr. Lu was not surprised. "The Ministry of Magic will seize my leverage next time to let me work for the Ministry of Magic. Duan Hong can actually convince it."

Dumbledore quickly returned the wand: "It's a very good wand, please continue to treat it well."

Sunday evening.

"But its appearance doesn't stop it from being the best hat in the world." Harry continued.

I turned around and was about to return to my seat.

"Charlie sent you a birthday present during the summer vacation. It was a vivid model of a fire dragon, but there was no book on dealing with dragons." Hagrid said with an expression on his face, "I know that you love the material under the fire dragon more than the model.

, and the materials are cheaper.”

Isn't that right? A wizard shouldn't look like a wizard. If he holds a wand, he will be broken, but if he holds a sword, what's the matter?

The wand cooperated with me willingly, spitting out a mouthful of water.

I thought of something, and my tone was not weird: "It should be using Bagman's Young Sword."

There are still some foods on my plate that I love but have been almost eaten by Harry, Neville and us.

"It's true." Duan Hong nodded without thinking, "But the Eight Weak Hegemony Tournament prohibits professors from providing help? Professor Duan Hong."

Dumbled looked back in confusion.

Our discussion was very loud, which was very difficult for Sim. I suppressed it until my face turned red.

Young Master Griffin looked at Young Master Lu and said, "This is no more trouble than calling the goblin here. Do you remember that his sword was made by Legnac?"

Dumbled's heart skipped a beat: "He went to buy a wand from another wandmaker behind your back?"

Hagrid shook his head: "You are very vague about their status."

The Sorting Hat snorted proudly: "Yes, I am the worst hat."

Duan Hongqiude handed Bagman's sword back and thrust it under the Sorting Hat: "Mr. Potter, how do you insert it back?"

"Would you like to go see something bad tomorrow night?" Duan Hong invited me.

Duan Hong immediately became elated and asked again.

"Bagman's less weapon, it's excellent"

I walked up to Hagrid: "Hagrid, congratulations to him, how does it feel to become a warrior?"

Hagrid took over and inserted both swords back, which made Dumbled feel very uncomfortable.

"Perhaps you should bring over Bagman's portrait?" Hagrid said with an expression on his face.

Sim opened the door, looked into the empty room, and raised his voice: "Hagrid?"

"It's bad." Mr. Lu sighed regretfully.

After a long period of talking, we were finally persuaded by Mr. Duan Hongqiu. Mr. Lu stood in the center, eight warriors stood beside me, and then the eight principals. Mark and Hermione were the smallest men. You occupy the front row.

In the center, Karkarov and Duan Hongqiu are on the right and left.

Duan Hong had no doubts.

I then pulled out the snake bone sword from the Sorting Hat: "Actually, there are two. Please check."

Duan Hong stood up, walked towards the teacher's desk with a rosy face, and started talking to Mark and Hermione with a proud face.

Before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by Hagrid's movements.

Sim sneaked back, crouching low - even so, I was half a body lower than the great wizards.

It's a wand made of cedar wood with a phoenix feather core!

"You know those stupid and crude weapons very well!" I gritted my front molars tightly and a few words popped out of my throat, "Mr. Olivan, they should invite a goblin over, you

Not just a staff maker, but a blacksmith!"

Fleur looked at it and held her breath: "I thought Gryffindor's hat would be better."

Karkaroff winced subconsciously.

"You are indeed pleasantly surprised." There was a change in the expression on Hagrid's face. "It is indeed a competition among the eight weakest players. The first event is not dragon slaying."

Saying that, you stretched out your hand and poked the armor on your robe: "Dragon skin seems to be worse than basilisk skin?"

"He'll find out tomorrow night." Hagrid took out a lamb chop from his plate and put it back on my plate.

Under the wand, the rebellious breath becomes calmer.

Hagrid nodded.
To be continued...