This is a very small classroom, with desks and chairs being moved aside. Lawrence and Fleur casually found two chairs to sit down. After Wickdor walked in, he picked a corner chair and sat down.

A man with a big belly, holding a big black camera, staring at Furong and looking at him, Lu Duo. Bagman was talking to a witch. When Harry came in, Bagman looked very excited.

"Ha, he's here, the fourth player, come here, Harry, there's nothing to worry about, it's just a test wand, the other referees will arrive soon." Ludo waved his arm and pulled Harry over,

"Detection wand?" Harry asked nervously.

"We must confirm that your wands are functioning properly, which is an important tool for you to complete your tasks," said Bagman. "The expert is upstairs now, and he will come with Dumbledore - this is Rita Skitter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Bagman introduced the witch in a purple-red robe to Harry, a witch with stiff curly hair, with a large chin and a pair of jewel-clad glasses, long nails with crimson nail polish, and fat hands clutching her alligator bag, Rita. As soon as Skitter saw Harry, his eyes shone and dragged Harry into the broom cabinet beside him for an exclusive interview.

"She is a reporter for The Prophet Daily," Lawrence whispered. "As far as I know, she likes to write messy reports."

"Then I don't like that woman." Furong frowned, "There are also such journalists in France, and no one likes them."

When Dumbledore, Mr. Ollivander, Mr. Crouch, Professor Kakarov, and Mrs. Maxim entered the small room one after another, Harry and Rita. Skitter did not come out of the broom cabinet until Dumbledore knocked on the broom cabinet and invited the two of them out. The wand inspection ceremony began smoothly, and judging from Harry's expression, he was very glad to end the visit.

"Let me introduce, Mr. Olivande," Dumbledore said, "He will test your wands and make sure that your wands are in good shape before the start of the game."

"I think, start with you, Miss Dragul," said Olivand, his silver eyes looking at Furong,

Furong walked forward and handed the wand to Mr. Olivand,

"Well..." The wand swirled between Mr. Olivand's slender fingers, spewing out many pink and golden sparks. Then he put the wand close to his eyes and looked carefully. "Maple, nine and a half inches, is not easy to bend... It contains... Oh, Merlin..."

"A hair of a veva," Furong said proudly, "a hair of my grandma."

"Yes, yes, of course," said Mr. Ollivander, who stroked his fingers to check for scratches and injuries on it. "I have never used Veva's hair, because I think the wand made of Veva's hair is too sensitive and willful, but everyone has different preferences. Since it is suitable for you, I want to..."

"Flowers are in full bloom" A bouquet of flowers emerged from the tip of the wand, and he handed the flowers and wand to the hibiscus, "Very good, very good, it's in good condition, it's your next time, Mr. Rovande."

Fleur smiled at Lawrence, and returned to his seat, Lawrence stepped forward and handed the wand to Mr. Ollivander,

"Ahhh, this is the wand I made, right?" Ollivand took the wand and said, "Of course, of course, I still remember, black walnut, the heartstrings of the dragon, twelve inches, very elastic, right? It has excellent power, it is a smart and powerful dragon-huh?"

"No?" Mr. Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then carefully examined Lawrence's wand, waved his wand from time to time, muttering to himself, "It's so strange, it's so unreasonable-"

He checked for a long time, and the referees began to whisper, Dumbledore stood up,

"What's wrong, Ollivander?" Dumbledore asked, "Is there a problem with Lawrence's wand?"

"I think yes, I told you, child," Ollivander's silver-white eyes stared straight at Lawrence. "The black walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut if the user does something against his own heart, it will not want to show his outstanding power-"

"So, have you done anything against your own heart since you checked the wand last time?" Ollivand asked, Lawrence was stunned.

"I don't understand," Lawrence frowned. "I can still use it to cast magic, right? I feel that the power I've cast has not become weaker."

"This proves my judgment. I feel the wand gradually sealing its power. It is much weaker than when it was inspected more than two years ago. " said Mr. Ollivander, looking at Dumbledore, "Is that true, Dumbledore?"

"The power you used has not become weaker, maybe it's because - you have become stronger, Lawrence." Dumbledore frowned,

"You must have done something by accident," said Ollivander.

"I don't know." Lawrence frowned, he thought hard,

"I don't think he can't replace the wand, right?" Kakarov suddenly spoke, and he said maliciously, "There is no problem with the wand itself, it is the user's problem."

"No, every wizard has the right to change the wand at will, although I don't recommend it," Ollivander shook his head and looked at Lawrence. "You can certainly buy a new wand, but you have to think clearly that once you change the wand, this black walnut wand may be away from you forever, what do you think?"

"I--" Lawrence was silent. He closed his eyes. He thought that he came to Diagon Alley that day. After trying countless wands, his partner chose him. They cooperated with each other to use one magic after another to fight against invincible enemies and defeat powerful opponents. Now, are you going to give up on it just because of your own problems?

"I'm going to continue using it," Lawrence said. "What's the problem, I'll find a way to find out."

Kakarov laughed unidentifiedly, and everyone present looked at Lawrence, worried, some thoughtless, some gloating, Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked, and he couldn't see his emotions, and then he fell into deep thought,

"I won't say that your choice is bad. From the perspective of a wizard, you should replace your wand," said Mr. Ollivander. "But from the perspective of a wand maker, I'm glad you want to overcome all difficulties with your wand. Then I want to give you a piece of advice-"

"The wand is gradually closing its power, which means it is giving you some time to find that problem," said Olivand. "I think as long as this hurdle is over, you and your wand will become the perfect partner. In fact, I was surprised because most of the former black walnut users end up coming back to the store and asking me to replace the wand they don't want to show their power."

"The wand gradually closed its power, how long will it take for me?" Lawrence asked.

"No one knows," said Mr. Ollivand, "maybe it's ten years, one year, a few months, a few days, or even the next second it won't be willing to show its strength."

Ollivander handed the wand back to Lawrence. Lawrence took the wand and walked back to his seat silently. After reminding him, he realized that his wand had indeed become much weaker. When did it happen?

"Lawrence, Lawrence." Fleur interrupted Lawrence,

"What's wrong? The test is over? I'm going to take a picture?" Lawrence asked, and he found that he had left his seat and stood beside Furong, and purple smoke was coming out of the black camera.

"The film has been completed, you don't look very good." Furong asked with some concern.

"I was thinking about things just now," said Lawrence. He shook his head and wanted to make himself clear, but obviously he didn't succeed.

"Sorry, Miss Delacure," Dumbledore's voice came, and they turned their heads, Dumbledore stood there, "I want to say a few words to Lawrence."

"Furong, it's time to leave." Madam Maxim shouted, and then he nodded to Lawrence and Dumbledore and left with Furong. Kakarov led Wickdor past them and stopped,

"I hope the wand won't lose its function halfway through the mission," Kakarov said contemptuously. "The failure of the mission is a small matter, and the loss of talents in the magic world is a big matter."

"It's time for us to go, Dumbledore," said Mr. Crouch, and Bagman followed him,

"Mr. Rovande," Mr. Olivande came over, "If you succeed in regaining your wand, remember to come back to the store and tell me what happened."

"Harry," Dumbledore said, "It's time for you to go back to Glentendota."

"Yes, professor." Harry happily threw Rita away. Skit, walk out of the room,

"I think you should leave school, too?" Dumbledore asked Rita with a smile. Skit, but anyone can hear that is a sure sentence.

"Oh, okay." Rita. Skitter glanced at Lawrence and Dumbledore and left with the wizard with a big belly holding the camera.

"I think you've had some unexpected trouble, Lawrence," said Dumbledore.

"I think so, professor." Lawrence replied.

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Author's words:

Ah, I have forgotten the foreshadowing of the magic wand. I have already finished writing this chapter.

Then cut them all down and start again

No wonder I didn't think about Peter's problem that he couldn't beat Lawrence when setting it up.

Because before the third mission begins, Lawrence's wand will completely lose its effect,

Ha, then, yes,

I've already figured out some details of the fourth volume, and I think I can start playing.

I'm a little uncomfortable with typing with a small laptop.

Then, I slowly wrote a few chapters of miscellaneous talks.

It will be about some plot ideas, the heroine's choice... etc., etc.

It is considered an extended version of the last notes of each chapter, and it will not affect reading without reading.
Chapter completed!