Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 312 "Left and Right Arms"

“This wand…isn’t the one I sold you?” Ollivander asked. “I remember I sold you a twelve-inch walnut wand with a dragon heart. Where is that wand?”

“It was stolen,” Tierra said “sadly.” “This summer I was attacked by a mysterious figure in the Forbidden Forest and he stole my wand, sob sob sob.”

“Then this one…” Ollivander said.

“Oh, it was given to me by my father, Gilderoy Lockhart,” Tierra said. “It’s a wand he got on an adventure.”

“It’s said to be the wand Merlin used back then,” Tiera added. “This wand was made by elves, exactly thirteen inches long. The shaft is made of windfeather trees from the golden forest, the handle is made of ice spirit, and elven spells are carved into it with chalcedony. The staff has a flame crystal tip. The core is made of the blood of the four mythical beasts of the East and the unicorn of the West. It’s soft, flexible, and bendable, possessing extraordinary magical power, suitable for any kind of magic—”

Tierra begins to add backstory to her "Mad Walker" story.

"Oh." Before Tierra could finish speaking, Ollivander gave a blank "oh," treating Tierra as if she were talking nonsense, and then brought the "Mad Walker" close to his ear—

One second...

Two seconds...

……

One minute……

Two minutes...

“Strange…” Ollivander said, “Very strange…”

Ollivander brought the wand closer to his eyes, examining it carefully—

“That’s strange,” Ollivander said. “I can’t tell at all what material this wand is made of.”

Ah……

Tiera chuckled inwardly. If you could see that, then you really are something else.

"As I told you, this wand is made from the Windfeather Tree in the Golden Forest, and the handle is made of Ice Soul—"

“Never mind, the material doesn’t matter.” Ollivander interrupted expressionlessly, then waved the “Mad Walker” and chanted, “Clear Spring Like Water.”

Under Tiera's deliberate control, a trickle of water gushed from the tip of the Mad Walker's staff—

Then Ollivander flicked his wrist again, and Tierra stopped the water from flowing from her wand.

“Very good, very smooth.” Ollivander grasped the magic warp in both hands, then carefully presented it to Tiera—

“This is a truly magical wand,” Ollivander said carefully, “it contains immense power… I have never seen a wand like this before—”

Tyella noticed that when Ollivander returned the "Mad Walker" to her, Dumbledore, Igor Kakaroff, and Mrs. Maxime all had their eyes glued to the wand in her hand—

Mrs. Maxim clearly wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips.

“Make good use of it,” Ollivander said. “It’s like your right-hand man.”

Haha ...

Tierra thought to herself, “You wouldn’t believe it, this is my right arm.”

After helping Tierra sit back down on the stool with her wand, Ollivander turned and gave a slight bow to the five judges, then said, "The wands of the three champions are all without fault—"

“There are four.” Barty Crouch interrupted at this moment. “Oh, right, right, right…” Ollivander slapped his head and said, “Yes, there are four warriors… Look at me, I’m getting senile. Yes, there are four warriors, and all four warriors’ wands are fine.”

“I think my work should be finished,” Ollivander said.

“Yes, Ollivander,” Dumbledore said with a smile as he stood up. “But since you’ve come all this way, why not have a few drinks before you go?”

“Hmm…” Ollivander looked at Dumbledore with feigned reluctance—

“Alright,” Ollivander said after a moment’s thought. “It has been quite a while since I’ve tasted the cooking magic of the house-elves at Hogwarts. It’s certainly a good choice to reminisce about the flavors of my childhood.”

“Alright,” Dumbledore said, rubbing his hands together and smiling. “Thank you all as well—”

“You can go back to class now—or perhaps it would be more convenient to just go down to eat, since they’ll be done soon anyway—” Dumbledore said. “By the way, Tyella, stay behind, I need to speak with you. Alright, the rest of you can go now.”

Harry sighed and stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera suddenly jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly. "How about the referee and the warriors take a picture together, Rita?"

“Hmm—okay, let’s take a group photo first,” Rita Skeeter said, her gaze falling on Harry again. “Maybe we’ll take a few individual photos later.”

Harry thought it would be quick, but the opposite happened; the photo took a very long time.

Because Mrs. Maxim blocked everyone else's view no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to get her in the shot, she eventually had to sit down while everyone else stood around her.

Karkarov kept twirling his goatee with his fingers, trying to curl it into a ball.

Krum, Tiera thought he was used to this kind of thing, but unexpectedly he was hiding behind everyone—

She looked quite shy.

The photographer seemed particularly keen to get Fleur in the front, but Rita Skeeter always rushed over and pulled Harry to a more prominent position.

Then, she insisted on taking individual photos of each of the warriors.

It took them a long time to finally break free.

Harry followed the others downstairs to eat, while Tyrell followed Dumbledore in the opposite direction, upstairs, seemingly heading to the Headmaster's office.

Harry guessed that Dumbledore might be giving Tierra special coaching to help her prepare for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

Harry had actually gotten used to this situation quite a bit by now.

Harry had long ago realized that Tyrell was smarter, more interesting, more popular with the professors, and more well-liked than him.

Harry had already realized that Tyrell was Dumbledore's favorite student. Normally, Harry should have been happy for Tyrell, but at this moment, he wished Tyrell were by his side rather than leaving him alone to face the potential malice.

Because class hadn't ended yet and Hermione was still teaching Potions, Harry had to go to the Great Hall alone for dinner.

These feelings of loneliness made Harry feel terrible, and they also made him understand Ron's feelings even more.

While Harry went to the Great Hall for a meal alone, Tyrell followed Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office.

“Sit down, Tierra,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “You’re so clever, why don’t you guess why I called you here today?”

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