This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Harry was very fond of his wand, and in his opinion, the relationship between this wand and Voldemort's wand was not its fault.

Of course, it wasn't the wandmaker's fault either.

Ollivander's choice of wand core materials had always been the same old three. Phoenixes were rare to begin with, and phoenix tail feathers were even rarer, unlike unicorn hair, which was abundant in Hagrid's hut, and you could grab a handful whenever you wanted.

Merlin and Gregorovitch were both extremely interested in the holly wand.

The characteristic of holly is precision, lightness, and flexibility. It is often used to make weapons, symbolizing combat, protection, and the fight against evil.

After Gregorovitch took it, he carefully examined it, then raised it high above his head, causing the tip to emit a soft light.

As the colors changed, the light it emitted became brighter and brighter.

"A wand with excellent performance and excellent stability."

His evaluation made Ollivander puff out his chest involuntarily.

Merlin's focus was still on the appearance of the wand, but after he got it, he first made the tip spray out a stream of wine before carefully examining it.

Excellent performance, a moderate length of eleven inches, unique patterns and carvings, perfectly matched with Harry, who was taller and stronger than his peers.

After he handed the wand back to Harry, Dumbledore stood up from the judges' table, "Thank you, everyone. The two directors from the Ministry of Magic will interview you individually later. I think it should be over before dinner."

Bagman and Barty Crouch Sr. casually took out notebooks and quills from their pockets.

They had to be judges, photographers, and even reporters.

If it wasn't because of the pressure from the Ministry of Magic, it could only be because the two directors loved their jobs.

Bagman came to the recording equipment, "Mr. Wayne, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to Barty and me."

Relieved, Vincent didn't stay long and left the classroom calmly under Dumbledore's gaze.

Official interviews were completely uninteresting, it was better to go to the kitchen to see what was for dinner today.

He ran into Snape, who had just finished class, while going down the stairs.

"Heh-" A cold laugh echoed in the narrow stairwell.

It was rare for him to come up from the dungeon, he must have thought of an excuse.

Vincent clicked his tongue, "Professor Snape, the champions are still having individual interviews. If you want to tutor Harry, I suggest you come back tomorrow."

Snape's eyes were extremely unkind, "Wayne, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Vincent's mouth rose, and he lightly raised his eyebrows, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile,

"I wouldn't dare to teach you how to do things, Professor. It's just that Harry and Mr. Malfoy have to accept my physical training after dinner, and they shouldn't have time to go to your tutoring."

Snape's lips moved slightly, and his narrow black eyes became resentful.

He heard footsteps coming from below, knowing that the students were about to come up.

"Very well, you are the school's largest governor, you can say whatever you want."

After speaking, he quickly walked up the stairs.

Without guessing, the old bat definitely planned to stand at the classroom door to disgust Harry, so that Harry couldn't perform well in the individual interview.

Vincent thought for a while and decided not to interfere.

He wasn't Harry's nanny, why should he care so much?

"Old Vin!" James ran up to him with a gossipy look on his face, "How was it? What did they want you for?"

"Didn't Colin say it was for filming a promotional video?"

"I don't believe it, it can't be that simple."

Vincent patted him on the shoulder, "Old James, you're so smart. According to the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, you'll probably know what it is by tomorrow morning."

James pulled him to a corner of the corridor on the first floor, "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."

Vincent looked at Hermione and Alfred, who had followed curiously, and only told them what happened after confirming that they were the only ones around.

"The three great European wandmakers gathered at Hogwarts?!"

Alfred quickly covered James's mouth, "Old James, can you stop being so surprised?"

"I can't help it. The wand inspection ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament has never been this grand. I estimate that some wizards who were originally not interested in the competition have begun to look forward to it."

Indeed, as long as the Ministry of Magic hadn't lost their minds, they would definitely publicize the gathering of the three great European wandmakers.

Even a small wand inspection ceremony had such a grand scale, the official competition would only be more exciting.

Vincent looked at the three people with expectant expressions, hesitated for a moment, and still told them about the "wonderful" performance of the two directors.

James and Alfred didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, they were used to it. It wouldn't be normal if the British Ministry of Magic didn't screw up at a critical moment.

Hermione's expression became worried.

If she was the black cloak who tampered with the Goblet of Fire, after learning about the "wonderful" performance of the two directors, she would definitely launch the next step as soon as possible.

"Why think so much?" Vincent gently took her little hand,

"If that person's goal is really Harry, then all his actions will be directed at Harry. The headmasters have taken precautions, and he won't succeed easily."

Hermione took a deep breath and held his big hand tightly, "I can't help but think that if we had chosen to control that person at the time, Harry wouldn't have been forced to participate in this competition full of unknown dangers."

Vincent shook his head with a wry smile, "I didn't know things would turn out like this."

He sighed helplessly, "Why can't our school ever be peaceful? I just want to enjoy a leisurely and carefree campus life, why can't you grant me this little wish?"

Hermione squeezed his big hand again, "According to probability, our school is actually relatively quiet, it's just that we happen to encounter it every time."

Whether it was Quirrell in the first year, or Lockhart in the second year, or Peter Pettigrew in the third year, they actually had no impact on the vast majority of students.

Vincent looked up at the ceiling of the corridor with a tearful face, "So we're lucky? We can encounter this kind of bad thing every time, it's just too unlucky."

Hermione didn't know what to say.

According to probability, the probability of encountering it every time is less than one in ten thousand.

If you have to explain it, you can only use metaphysics to explain the bad luck.

"Sigh..." The two sighed together.

Life has to go on, and it won't always be unlucky.

"Old James, Alfred, do you want to go together-" Vincent was stunned the moment he turned his head.

The corridor was empty, and James and Alfred were gone.

Probably feeling that the atmosphere was not right, knowing that staying would turn into a third wheel, so they chose to leave quietly.