Soon, Colin brought the three of them to the classroom.
Dumbledore concluded his conversation with Gregorovitch, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Creevey."
Vincent walked over to the recording equipment and set them all up in less than two minutes.
He looked at Dumbledore, who was explaining the situation to Harry and Draco.
It turns out it was a wand testing ceremony; no wonder they needed video recording equipment.
If the Ministry of Magic is going to heavily promote this year's Triwizard Tournament, why does it always falter at crucial moments?
"Sigh—" He sighed and turned to look around the classroom.
It can't be called rudimentary; it's more accurate to say it's somewhat perfunctory.
If they're unwilling to allocate funds, the promotional video is bound to be poorly received.
However, the white-haired old wizard looked quite respectable, at least giving people a very professional feeling.
Vincent shook his head, and just as he was about to say goodbye to Dumbledore and go back, Ollivander walked into the classroom.
"Oh—Mr Wayne?"
"Mr. Ollivander," Vincent replied with a polite smile.
"Yes." Ollivander's silver-white eyes gleamed with a peculiar light. "Fifteen inches long... alder wood paired with Phoenix Feather, am I right?"
"That's right." Vincent took out his Alder Wand. "Mr. Ollivander, you have a good memory."
Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand. "I remember every piece of my work clearly, and I can still occasionally recall the beautiful song of that phoenix."
Vincent could only respond with an awkward yet polite smile.
"Hmm?" Ollivander's eyes were full of doubt.
He stepped forward and examined the wand in Vincent's hand closely. "Mr. Wayne, may I take a look?"
"Certainly."
Ollivander held up his Alder Wand with both hands, "Incredible..."
He stared blankly at Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, do you remember me telling you that alder is the least bending wood?"
"I remember you also said that alder is the most suitable wood for wands to cast Nonverbal spells."
Ollivander looked again at the Alder Wand he was holding. "I told you you would achieve great things in this world with her, remember?"
Vincent. "I remember, I thought you were joking at the time."
"Is that so?" Ollivander stared at him with his eyes that gleamed with a strange light. "I think I was wrong, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent was baffled by that strange look in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"It's such a pity." Ollivander shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to continue walking with you."
Vincent stared blankly at the Alder Wand handed back to him. "Mr. Ollivander, are you saying there's something wrong with my wand?"
Ollivander nodded and then shook his head. "Mr. Wayne, your growth rate is too amazing. She can't keep up with your pace anymore."
His eyes turned sad again. "Wands have limited capacity, which is why wizards pursue more powerful wands."
If we compare a wand to a container for water, then the current Alder Wand can no longer bear Vincent's power.
Although it can be used normally, it cannot unleash its full potential.
The reason Ollivander found it incredible was that Vincent had grown to this level in just four years.
Even if it's actually seven years, it's still a speed that's astonishing.
Vincent took the Alder Wand from Ollivander.
No wonder they are one of the three great wand makers in Europe; they can spot so many problems with just a few glances.
But at that moment, the white-haired old wizard suddenly walked over.
His eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they could see through everything.
"It's not that simple, Master Ollivander."
Ollivander frowned. "Master Gregorovitch, do you have a different opinion?"
Gregorovitch turned his gaze to Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, if I'm not mistaken, you should be able to use any wand freely now, right?"
"Yes." Vincent felt that his name sounded somewhat familiar.
Gregorovitch... the Germany Gregorovitch? One of the three great wand makers in Europe?
"Mr. Wayne, may I take a look at your wand?"
"Please."
Gregorovitch held the Alder Wand in his hand and waved it gently, and a series of Mars immediately burst from the tip of the wand.
"Alder is a particularly stubborn wood; wands made from it are usually accepted by only one wizard."
He waved his Alder Wand again, and a beautiful orchid bloomed at the tip of the wand. "I knew it."
Ollivander lunged forward, his silvery-white eyes fixed on the blooming orchid. "How is this possible!"
Alder's nature dictates that she won't easily accept others, especially since she and Mr. Wayne are highly compatible; logically, such a thing shouldn't have happened.
Unless..."
His voice attracted the attention of Dumbledore and the others.
Master Gregorovitch returned the Alder Wand to Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, you remind me of a child I met many years ago who bought his first wand from me. He grew up just as fast as you, and in just six years, his wand could no longer contain his power."
Dumbledore, signaling Harry and Draco to pause for a moment.
Ollivander slowly relaxed his furrowed brow. "Master Gregorovitch, the child's wand also changed?"
"Yes, that child came to my shop again after he grew up and asked me why he could never cast magic at full power."
Gregorovitch paused, his face filled with nostalgia. "I don't remember what he looked like anymore, but I clearly remember that his wand underwent a magical transformation, even changing its original properties."
Ollivander looked at the Alder Wand in Vincent's hand. "I know that powerful wizards can change the original properties of a wand through years of use, but I didn't expect Mr. Wayne to be so young, already..."
He chuckled and looked at Dumbledore beside him, "However, a change in properties does not mean that the wand is no longer suitable for use. Some wizards can make their wand grow with them."
Gregorovitch nodded in particular in agreement. "By the way... Master Ollivander, the phoenix carving on Mr. Wayne's wand handle was something you imitated from Master Merovingian, wasn't it?"
Ollivander, beaming with pride, asked, "Yes, Master Gregorovitch, what do you think of her?"
Gregorovitch smirked. "It's too ugly. It's nowhere near as good as the works of Master Merovingian."
Ollivander took a deep breath and looked at him with a resentful gaze. "Even if it's ugly, it's still better than your monotonous designs."
Gregorovitch's expression was somewhat unpleasant. "I'm different from you. I pay more attention to practicality and durability."
"Really? I think appearance is just as important. It would be so boring if all wands looked the same."
Dumbledore gazed at this familiar scene with a worried expression.
Normal academic exchanges have resumed, but it remains to be seen whether the results will be the same as before.