Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Mr. McLean, it's your turn." Ollivander returned the wand in her hand to Hermione and said to Maca.

Maca stood up from his seat, drew out his wand and handed it over.

"Oh, yes yes, I still remember you came to my shop to buy this..." Ollivander said subconsciously, but when he took Maca's wand, he was stunned.

"This...this is...this is a magic wand?" he said incredibly, "who made the magic wand?"

Mr. Ollivander's surprised expression aroused everyone's interest, and everyone looked at the magic wand in his hand curiously.

From the outside, this reddish wand is indeed quite strange.

Its rod body has only undergone the roughest polishing, and it hasn't even been painted or waxed, so it appears rough and rough in front of everyone.

Not to mention the various carving shapes like other magic wands, which are straight and bare from the tip to the handle.If it weren't for Maca, anyone would think it was just a thinned wooden stick.

Maca's reaction to Ollivander had long been anticipated. He shrugged and said indifferently, "Well, it's enough to use it...I made it myself."

Hearing this, everyone except Mr. Ollivander, Harry, and Hermione started to look out.

In the global magic world, the craftsmanship of magic wands has always been monopolized by a limited number of families. Usually, if you want to buy a magic wand, you have to visit those shops.

Needless to say, this is definitely a rare craft that can depend on it for a lifetime.

"You made it yourself?" Mr. Ollivander was so surprised, he widened his eyes and said, "But, I didn't see whose style it was from this wand... Who passed it on to you? What about door craftsmanship?"

Maca waved his hand and said, "Mr. Ollivander, you should check your wand as soon as possible! Harry is still waiting!"

"Oh-okay," Ollivander nodded helplessly, then raised the wand in his hand and looked at it carefully, "Well...Scotch pine, the length should be a little more than ten and one-quarter inches, no Very precise specifications..."

Suddenly, Ollivander paused, and then exclaimed again: "Oh! God—this core...this feeling...is it—"

"Yes, that's the spinal nerve of the dementor." Maca nodded calmly.

As you can imagine, everyone in this small classroom was so surprised that they couldn't hear from ear to ear.After all, no one thought that there was such a terrible thing hidden in Maca's wand.

"Can the spinal nerve of the Dementor be used to make the core of the wand?" Mrs. Maxim looked surprised and confused, and she subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

"I'm more concerned about another thing-dementors can be destroyed, I know. But..." Mr. Bagman said suspiciously, "but, don't they all dissipate after death?"

"That's just because of a certain reaction between the Patronus Curse and the Dementor..." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and said softly, "As for the core problem...I don't know too much, presumably Mr. Ollivander. Can answer our doubts-in this respect, he is the expert."

"Principal Dumbledore...If you asked me before today, then I would definitely not know," Ollivander said helplessly, "You know, before this, no one has ever used a dementor. The spinal nerves are used to make the core material—at least I haven’t heard of it.”

He raised the wand again, looked at it a few more times, and then continued: "But today I can see it first-this kind of wand is very sensitive...extremely sensitive! Trust me, you can use this wand well. There are not many wizards, it is very picky for the master. However, this is still a good wand!"

"Although it has a rough appearance, the craftsmanship is very particular. Moreover, it seems to use some unique techniques to maintain stability when casting spells..."

"But I have to say, if I want to use the power of this wand to its fullest, I still have to say-it is suitable for casting black magic."

This vocabulary is always very uncomfortable, it makes people think of many bad aspects.Fortunately, Maca is now considered Durmstrang's person—there has always been tolerant of black magic.

Ollivander waved his magic wand, a gray mist floated in front of him, and then dissipated on the roof.

"Accuracy is a bit problematic, but...it's not bad. It's a very powerful wand." He handed the wand back to Maca and nodded. "You can make wands at this age. I believe you must have spent it. A lot of energy is on top!"

Maca agreed: "Yes, this is a craft that requires knowledge accumulation. I did spend a lot of time on it."

"Keep on, this is a road that will never be finished." Ollivander encouraged, then raised his head and shouted, "Then, the last...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, passed Maca, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander.He also surrendered his wand.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Ollivander said, a pair of light-colored eyes gleaming with excitement, "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Mr. Ollivander also took a lot of time to check Harry's wand, and he didn't spend all his time on surprise as he checked Maca's wand just now-he checked very carefully.

Finally, he let the wand spray a puff of wine, then handed the wand back to Harry, announcing that it was in very good condition.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said, standing up at the referee's table, "Now you can go back to class — maybe it's more convenient to go straight to dinner, anyway, they will be over soon —"

Everyone stood up and prepared to leave, but the man with the black camera leaped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman exclaimed, "The referee and the Warriors have a group photo. What do you think, Rita?"

"Um-well, take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, and her gaze fell on Harry again. She was a little unwilling to say, "Maybe I'll have to take a few more single photos later."

The photography took a long time.

No matter where Mrs. Maxim stood, she blocked others.And the room is too small for the photographer to stand far away and put her in the lens.

In the end she had to sit down and everyone else was standing around her—yes, it was like taking a family memorial photo called "Mom and her children".

Harry and Hermione had no interest in it, they just stood there, posing casually.

The photographer seemed to be particularly active in getting Fleur to stand in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled Harry into a more prominent position.

As for Maca, he stood blankly at the side, and no one asked him to move.

When Rita Skeeter wanted to take a few solo shots of the Warriors one by one, Maca simply lifted his leg and left—he had no time to waste here.

In the end, Harry was entangled by Rita Skeeter for a long time. When he went to the auditorium for a meal and then went upstairs to the dormitory listlessly, he met Ron.

"You have an owl here." As soon as Harry walked in, Ron pointed to Harry's pillow stiffly.

There, a school barn owl was waiting for him.

"Oh-okay," Harry said.

Ron walked straight out of the room after speaking, without even looking at Harry.

For a moment, Harry considered whether to chase it out-he couldn't figure out whether he wanted to talk to Ron or beat him up, both of which seemed very attractive.

However, Sirius' response was too tempting.

Harry strode towards the barn owl, untied the letter from its feet, and flattened it gently on the bed.

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Harry:

I can’t speak freely in the letter, it would be too dangerous if the owl is intercepted-we need to talk in person.Can you promise to wait for me alone by the fire in the Gryffindor Tower at one o'clock in the morning on November 22?

I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself, and I think that as long as you are by Dumbledore and Moody, no one can hurt you.

However, it seems that some people are trying their best to do this-it is very risky to register you for the tournament, especially under Dumbledore's nose.

Be careful, Harry.

If something unusual happens, I still hope you write to me.If you encounter an emergency, go to Maca for help.

Please let me know as soon as possible if you can make an appointment on November 22.

Sirius

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For the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione waited for that day together.

Harry was because he felt some kind of spiritual support from his godfather, which seemed to be the only bright spot on the dark horizon.

And Hermione always felt that perhaps she could get some important clues from Sirius.

...

Not to mention Harry and Hermione, at least Maca had a very "fulfilling" time in these two weeks.

He not only has to monitor Moody's movements from time to time, but also continues his various magic studies in his spare time.

Especially after experiencing the Heart Drilling Curse personally last time, he has been trying to use Phoenician magic text to simulate the magical effect that shakes the soul.If he can succeed, then he may be able to find the key to unlock the emotional blockade.

However, there is no progress so far.

Then, he had to feed the young spiders of the eight-eyed giant spiders regularly and quantitatively, and occasionally go to the Forbidden Forest to accompany them for a walk in the middle of the night.

To be busy, it is estimated that Dumbledore could be compared with him.

While everyone was busy working on their own affairs, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was approaching day by day.