Although Ollivander earnestly tried to persuade Harley, she merely nodded and accepted the memories of Ollivander's grandfather. She didn't ask to have her wand replaced.
This wand served her well, and Harley wasn't planning to replace it anytime soon.
She simply made a mental note to perform a Magic Mirror divination when she got back, and find out what secret lay behind the core of this wand.
After Ollivander left, Pheobe, who had been waiting nearby, came over.
"What did Ollivander want with you?" Pheobe asked curiously, watching Ollivander's retreating figure.
"Nothing much. My wand was made by a member of the Ollivander Family, so he reminded me how to take care of it."
Harley answered casually without batting an eye.
Pheobe nodded and didn't press her for details.
After all, commercial knowledge involving the exclusive secrets of different magical families wasn't something one should go around asking about.
The bell had already rung some time ago, so the two of them didn't bother returning to class. Instead, they headed straight for the Great Hall.
Hermione had saved them seats at the Gryffindor table. She was still leafing through the hefty book about the Triwizard Tournament.
Gabrielle was poking at the bacon on her plate with a fork, while Crookshanks lay obediently across her lap, his eyes following the fork's movements.
When Harley and Pheobe returned, Hermione picked up the schoolbag from the seat beside her and asked casually,
"What did the professors want with you? Just to take a picture for publicity?"
"They also inspected our wands," Pheobe replied nonchalantly, then suddenly spoke more urgently.
"Gabrielle! Cats can't eat chocolate! Did you forget again?"
Gabrielle seemed to remember something, too, and quickly put the chocolate pudding in her hand back on her plate.
Crookshanks let out an unhappy meow,