Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 312 "I don't want anyone else to pick up my wand and use it immediately."

Back in the room where the wands were being tested, Rita didn't leave, but instead found a corner to sit down.

She still needs to conduct follow-up interviews with other warriors, and she seems certain that Cohen no longer has any evil plans to hunt her down.

The room now contained Maxim, Karkaroff, and an old man with white hair.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander," Dumbledore said to the warriors after taking his seat on the referee's bench. "He will inspect your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the match."

Ollivander was a familiar face to the students of Hogwarts, as he was the only wand seller in all of England.

However, Ollivander was a complete stranger to Fleur and Krum—though they might have heard his name in some newspapers or rumors.

Cohen glanced at his wand. Although he had bought it from Ollivander, it had changed a lot since then.

For example, it was once accidentally broken by Hisoko, and it was Cohen who had Dumbledore repair it with the Elder Wand.

It was on that occasion that Cohen discovered that the core of the wand was actually Ari's hair (no unicorn has black hair except for Ari).

Cohen wasn't sure if it would work properly in Ollivander's hands now, because neither the Earl nor Edward could use Cohen's wand for any magic since it broke once.

To put it more personified, it began to become sensitive and suspicious of people other than Cohen.

“Let’s start with you, Miss Delacour.”

Ollivander walked to the open space in the center of the room and invited Fleur, who was sitting on the far right.

Fleur walked gracefully toward Ollivander and handed him her wand.

“Not bad…” Ollivander carefully examined the wand’s properties, causing the tip to spark with golden flecks. “Nine and a half inches, very flexible… made of maple… contains… oh my god…”

"A Veela hair," Fleur said. "My grandmother's hair."

“That’s right, that’s right… Of course, I’ve never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made from Veela hair are too sensitive and capricious…” Ollivander said. “But everyone has their own preferences. If it suits you, then there’s no problem.”

He tested a few more spells before returning the wand to Fleur.

The next person to be tested was Cedric, then Krum and Harry—Harry was a little nervous, and before the test, he was secretly trying to wipe away the fingerprints on his robe with the corner of his robe.

When Harry noticed Cohen looking at him, he smiled at Cohen somewhat embarrassedly.

"Mr. Norton."

Finally, when it was Cohen's turn, Ollivander's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.
“I also remember your wand. You were born in the same year as Mr. Potter. Your wand was different from your father's, very different…”

"It's okay, he'll look like me in a few more years," Cohen said, not seeming to care much.

"Hmm?" Ollivander made a brief sound of doubt, but did not pursue the matter, taking it as a new kind of humor from a young man.

“Twelve inches long, elderberry, unicorn hair… I remember buying this unicorn hair from a mysterious merchant,” Ollivander said. “I’ve never seen black unicorn hair before…”

Is it an Ollivander family tradition to stuff things into wands that you've never seen before...?

Cohen's lips twitched.

If Nightmare's fur hadn't been uncursed, Ollivander's shop would probably have been taken over by someone else. "However, its magic is even more potent than ordinary unicorn fur. I tried many kinds of wood to keep it from melting..." Ollivander seemed to be admiring a masterpiece of nature, "...flocks of birds!"

"..."

Ollivander frowned; his spell had no effect.

As a wizard whose skill level can be described as "high", even without a wand, this spell should have made some noise.

This wand not only failed to amplify its own magic, but it even seemed to block its own magic.

I'm the one who created it! You don't recognize me after all these years?

“Mr. Norton, have you made any modifications to it? Or…” Ollivander asked Cohen.

“There’s no physical modification,” Cohen said, “but maybe it’s because I’m always training it? I don’t want my wand to be picked up and used by someone else right away…”

“I thought only the wand maker could sense the emotions of the wands…” Ollivander recalled some unpleasant memories—when Cohen first entered the store, half of the wands in the store had shrunk up.

Thinking about it this way, it seems... reasonable that Cohen could "educate" the wand?
Train the wand to prevent it from being used by others...

Why does this relationship seem so strange?

"How about I test a few spells myself?" Cohen offered a solution, as the principal on the judges' panel had already begun to whisper among himself.

Ollivander returned the wand to Cohen, and after Cohen casually tossed out a few decent spells, he declared that Cohen's wand was in excellent condition.

"Thank you all for your cooperation." After the testing ceremony, Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table. "Now you can go back to class—or go straight to dinner? It's almost time for get out of class to end."

"We need to take photos!" the photographer called out to the warrior and the principal, who were about to leave. "Could we take a group photo? Maybe a few individual photos later. Rita, what kind of photos do you need for your interview?"

"Uh... take a group photo first, then two individual photos..." Rita said absentmindedly. She was no longer looking in Cohen's direction, her eyes darting back and forth between Harry and Krum, as if trying to get back into interview mode.

The group photo could have ended quickly, but Ms. Maxim was so large that it was difficult to get her in the frame no matter where she stood.

In the end, they could only make her sit down, and the others stood around her.

“Come here, Viktor.” Karkaroff pulled Krum, who was trying to hide behind him, with one hand, while fiddling with his goatee, trying to curl it into a curl.

“I thought he’d get used to standing at the front…” Harry whispered to Cohen. “Isn’t Krum a star?”

“He has two faces,” Cohen whispered. “Never mind Krum, look at the camera, Harry—”

"Click——"

After a few clicks of the shutter, wisps of pale blue smoke emerged from the photographer's camera; this was most likely the top-page photo for one of the next issues of the Daily Prophet.

After the group photo, there were individual photos of each warrior, two for each person. Rita took each of the warriors except Cohen to another room for an interview and photo shoot.

For some reason, Cohen felt that he even had less time to take photos than others.

"Damn it, I feel discriminated against!" Cohen said unhappily after Harry finished his interview. "And that photographer combed down my awesome slicked-back hair, insisting that a middle part looks more youthful..."

(End of this chapter)