Holly Wood Wand?

On the referee's stand, Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon shaped glasses, his eyes also shining with excitement.

"Garrick, what's changed?"

"Has Harry's wand been tampered with?" Sirius stood up, glaring fiercely at the other Champion.

"That's unlikely." Mr. Weasley released Ginny's hand, placed it on Sirius's shoulder, and pressed him back into his seat.

Krum and Ginny both looked at Harry's wand with concern.

Phoebe closed her eyes disdainfully.

And Ilvas doesn't seem to mind showing his difference at all.

He always maintains a confident and steadfast demeanor, as imposing and unyielding as a high mountain.

Holly Wood wands are believed to have defensive properties and are typically chosen by wizards who are indifferent to life, engage in dangerous activities, and pursue spiritual goals.

The Yew Wood wand, known for its longevity, enjoys a particularly dark and terrifying reputation in duels and all realms of curses.

Dark Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Two wand woods that are undoubtedly mutually exclusive." Ollivander did not answer Dumbledore's question directly.

Instead, he stared intently at the wand in his hand while recounting knowledge about wandwood.

Can you believe it?

This wand should be made of Holly Wood, yet it has the characteristics of Yew Wood wand that are completely opposite to it.

It's like a combination of the brother wand I made and this wand.

It's amazing how they, which are clearly mutually exclusive, have miraculously come together.

Even the so-called Seven Impossible Combinations become ordinary in the face of this wondrous combination. With that, Ollivander waved his wand.

However, nothing happened. It was as if the wand in his hand was just an ordinary wooden stick.

It is rejecting me.

It could distinguish the difference between my magic and its master's magic!

"Harry, come here—" Ollivander chose to hand the wand back to Harry.

Harry took the wand. "Orchideous!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the head of the magic wand.

"Very good! Very good!" Ollivander couldn't help but applaud.

Sirius also joined in the applause.

The man with the camera also joined Sirius in clapping.

Dumbledore gave Harry a deep look.

Ginny and Krum breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry gathered the flowers and gave an awkward smile.

He actually had his own speculations about Ollivander's discovery.

That is, when it merged with its evil side and absorbed Voldemort's remnants, its wand also underwent a transformation along with it.

The room returned to quiet.

The man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

After gesturing to Sirius with his eyes, he said, "Is everything finished? Then the next step is to take pictures."

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up.

"Madame Maxime, please have a seat. Harry, would you mind if Miss Delacour sat in the middle? It would look better in the photo."

Under the photographer's direction, the photos were taken quickly.

Everyone else turned their gaze to Dumbledore, seemingly waiting for instructions.

However, Harry guesses that's how the day ends.

Because it was clear that Ilvas, who could foresee the future, was looking unabashedly toward the exit.

"Thank you, everyone," said Dumbledore, rising from his seat at the referee's table. "Now you can go back to your classes—or perhaps it would be more convenient to just go down to lunch, since they'll be dismissed soon anyway—"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Ilvas performed a strange gesture and then left with Madame Vokanova.

Next came Phoebe and Madame Maxime.

Dumbledore was with Ollivander.

Karkaroff abandoned Krum again and left on his own.

Sirius seemed to want to say something to Harry, but was pulled away by Mr. Weasley after he finished greeting Ginny.

When Sirius left, the man who had been taking pictures quickly picked up his camera and left the room as well.

Just as Ginny took Harry's arm and was about to walk out, Harry spoke up, "Ginny, wait outside for a moment. Krum and I have something to say."

Ginny nodded, released Harry, walked out, and closed the door.

Krum stopped and turned to look at Harry. "Who are you? You want to talk to me about Ron?"

I don't think now is a good time for us to officially meet.

I pursued his girlfriend without his knowledge, while others assumed he liked me.

I think we should wait a bit longer—"

Harry quickly interrupted Krum, "That's not what I meant. Krum, the First Task is the dragon."

"What?" Krum was quite surprised and frowned.

But in the next instant, he believed Harry's words without a doubt.

"But why?"

I may be your friend, but this is a competition.

Not you and me.

It's Hogwarts and Durmstrang.

"That's the problem."

Hogwarts and Durmstrang.

This game isn't just about you and me.

They also need the support of the War Magic of the students from their respective schools.

But you and I are different. The students at your school are very hostile towards you. If they—"

"That's enough, I can manage on my own!" Krum shouted back, but he quickly realized his rudeness.

"Sorry Harry, I was too loud."

But I truly believe that I can do it all by myself.

If the competition involves dragons, then the competition itself will definitely not involve a direct confrontation with a dragon.

It seems we need to have dragons to complete the mission.

The key is to distract the dragon.

I can do that.

My Transfiguration aren't bad.

I could easily turn a rock or something into a hunting dog to distract it, allowing me to complete my mission normally.

"No, that's not what the competition is about."

Just imagine how powerful the magic bestowed upon a wizard would be, a magic that requires an entire school of wizards to successfully cast.

If it's that kind of magic, then what you're thinking is far too simplistic.

I know the details of the competition—one-on-one battles with dragons. There are four dragons in total. One for each of us.

"So you're saying I have to fight one-on-one against a dragon that only seven or eight powerful wizards who know its weaknesses can subdue?"

"What if Durmstrang's students drag us down?" Krum took a deep breath. "Are you trying to persuade me to give up, Harry? Not to risk my life for a competition?"

No, you forgot one thing.

You are an outstanding sprinter.

If you had a flying broom.

Plus, your classmates probably won't make it too obvious.

You have the potential to defeat a dragon head-on.

"Harry, sigh."

I'm glad you can help me think of a solution.

"But we can only use wands in the game." Krum lamented.

Harry, however, smiled broadly and said, "I'll give you a hint. Today we learned a spell that's usually taught to fourth graders."

Its incantation is very short, but it enables you to get what you need.