Dumbledore introduced Ollivander to the champions from the other two schools.
"Without further delay, shall we begin?" Ollivander looked at everyone and said with a smile, his pale eyes as bright as the moon.
The first to take out her wand for inspection was Fleur Delacour. Like its owner, her wand was beautiful, with branches entwined into the shape of a flower. A single branch formed the handle, and the flower was at the tip.
Ollivander took the wand in his hand and twirled it nimbly between his slender fingers as though handling a conductor's baton. A shower of pink and gold sparks burst from its tip.
"Oh, lovely. Nine and a half inches, nicely springy, made of maple." Ollivander held the wand before his eyes and examined it carefully.
"The core... how very rare... this is..."
"It contains a Veela hair," Pheobe spoke up. "My grandmother's hair."
"I've never used Veela hair to make a wand core myself. Hmm, I find wands made with Veela hair too sensitive and temperamental..." Ollivander took a normal grip on the wand. "Still, everyone has their own preferences. Since you feel it suits you..."
"Orchideous!" Ollivander murmured the incantation, and a vivid flower bloomed at the wand's tip.
"Hmm, very good. In fine condition." The old gentleman shook the wand, drawing the flower back in, and returned it to Pheobe. His lively eyes turned to Su Er. "Now, you're next, Mr. Bones."
Harry had just moved beside Su Er. Before Su Er could ask what Harry had meant by mouthing those words earlier, his name was called. He drew his wand and held it horizontally as he handed it to Ollivander.
"I'll always remember this wand." Ollivander carefully accepted it and glanced at Su Er, gently stroking and examining it. "Sycamore, thestral tail