By Ron Potter
Chapter 5: The Weighing of the Wands
Harry got up the usual time the following morning wishing last night had been a dream. But it wasn't. The Gryffindors couldn't be happier for him; it was like he was royalty. He wasn't really competing for another month until the first task. So he decided to live out the morning as normal as possible.
"Potions today…right?" I asked.
"Exactly," Hermione said. "Snape's planning the Skelo Gro potion and he's going to make one of us be the boneless victim."
Ron, Hermione, and me walked won the crowded halls after breakfast to the dungeons where the most slytherins were present that are supporting Cedric since he's the only one without muggle in his blood. Snape's classroom was a cold and damp room as ever. Snape stood in front of the class waiting for everyone to settle down.
"Today we are doing the trickery draught," Snape said glaring at the slytherins.
"But Dumbledore said we're suppose to do the muffling draught," Hermione corrected.
"We will do what I say we will do," Snape growled.
Just then Colin Creevey stepped in timidly in front of Snape. He had told Snape that Harry needed to go to the weighing of the wands with all the champions. Snape surprisingly let me go. But as I walked up the corridor I could hear Snape using Neville and Ron as his dummies today.
I finally reached the Great Hall where Viktor and the other champions were already being told what was going. Mr. Ollivander was here to inspect the wands right now holding Fleur's wand.
"Veela hair is it?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"One from my grandmother's," Fleur replied.
"I've never used veela hair but I heard it makes quite good for transfiguration," Mr. Ollivander said giving Fleur back her wand and taking Allen's. "A Gregorivich wand…quite a fine wand maker he is. Dragon Heartstring…and…a bit of dementor cloak."
Everyone's eyes widen. I don't think there's ever been a case of two cores in one wand. Yet this Gregorivich guy must have been good and very brave to clip a dementor's cloak.
"I hear dementor's cloak wand can make very impressive patronuses," Mr. Ollivander said giving Allen back his wand and taking Viktor's. "Another Gregorivich…dragon heartstring as well…excellent for dark arts." Then Mr. Ollivander took Penelope's wand. "Ah…one of my own…unicorn tails hair…and centaur hair? I never made it with this. Must have slipped into the wand when I was making it." Then Mr.Ollivander took my wand. "My own too…I remember this one perfectly…phoenix feather…same as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
I saw Allen, Viktor, and Cedric run off in different directions. Fleur ran back to the Beauxbatons carriage. Penelope I don't know where went but looked like she was headed to the library.
A/N: It wasn't as long but I didn't want to spend too much time on little parts yet the cores of their wands play a big role in foreshadowing.
