Sure enough, Alvin heard about Draco and Harry fighting before the afternoon potions class.
The two blatantly used a spell in the hallway, Draco made leeks grow in Harry's ears, and Harry made Draco's front teeth several times larger.
Snape didn't hesitate to deduct fifty points from Harry when he arrived. At the same time, Draco was lightly let go after one day of confinement on the weekend.
Until the potions class was over, Hermione stared at Snape, full of resentment.
"How could he be like this? Obviously, the two are fighting. Why only deduct Gryffindor's House points."
She was furious. If Snape were not a professor, she would have taken out her wand to fight Snape.
Alvin was also comforting Hermione by the side, but unfortunately, it didn't work.
Snape noticed Hermione's glare, but he didn't care at all. Snape glanced at Alvin from time to time, his eyes were calm, but Alvin's words from yesterday kept echoing in his heart.
"If one day, you can save your most important person and let her come back to you, what will you pay?"
Snape knew that Alvin would never aim for nothing, and there must be a reason why he suddenly said this to himself without thinking.
In fact, Snape already had a conjecture in his heart, and even a second after Alvin finished speaking, that conjecture appeared, but he pressed it down.
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Snape doesn't want to be happy for nothing, which will only make his heart more painful.
Just as Snape stared at Alvin in a daze, the door to the Potions classroom was suddenly pushed open, and Harry stuck his head in.
"Alvin!" Harry smiled brightly at Alvin, ignoring Snape, "Mr. Bagman asked me to call you."
Alvin nodded to indicate that he knew and walked to the door.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Someone must have taught you how to knock, Potter."
Harry is already immune to Snape's attack, so he can deduct points as much as he wants. Anyway, Sirius would find a reason to add it back.
When Alvin and Harry walked down the hallway, Harry couldn't wait to speak. "Alvin, do you believe me? I really didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire."
At this time, Harry felt a sense of betrayal and separation. In the original book, at least Hermione still supported him. Still, Hermione has been busy with Fleur recently and has no time to worry about these things.
He desperately needs some approval, and Alvin is his last hope.
"Relax, Harry. Of course, I believe you. Ron is just a little jealous of you, and I promise he'll understand you when you're in the first task."
Alvin's words make Harry happy, but his attention is now on Ron.
"Jealous? Why is he jealous!? I'm competing with several seniors and the best students in several schools. Does he think it's any fun?"
Shaking his head, Alvin didn't choose to say more. Harry, who had been attracting attention as soon as he entered the wizarding world, would not care about Ron's transparent psychology.
In a small classroom, Alvin was led in by Harry. The other was there at this time. He and Harry were the last two to arrive.
Krum's face was sullen, and he stood in a corner with his teammate. The two did not communicate at all. Fleur was chatting happily with his friend. Seeing Alvin, she also ended the conversation and came to Alvin.
Cassandra sat in the center, and his teammates stood behind her like a sidekick.
Cedric also stepped forward to say hello, walked to the side wisely, and stood with Harry.
"Mr. Gaunt!"
Bagman waved his hand enthusiastically, "Come on, do it this way. It's up to you now."
Alvin nodded at him, "Go ahead. We're just going to test wands today, right?"
"No, our Champions will be interviewed in a while, and by the way, I will take a few photos. The Daily Prophet is still very concerned about this event."
Hearing the interview and the photoshoot, everyone except Krum, Fleur, and Cassandra was a little nervous. They had never experienced anything like this before.
At this time, Dumbledore walked in with Ollivander, and Ollivander was also thrilled to see Alvin.
Wandlore and Alchemy are inextricably linked, and the two often exchange experiences. Ollivander knows that Alvin is also a wand master.
"Last time, you suggested Thestral tail hair to mix with Yew wood, and it fits perfectly. I never thought of using the two together."
As a Wandmaker in the wizarding world, Ollivander couldn't stop talking about wands until Dumbledore grabbed him, and Ollivander remembered the business.
"Sorry, so who comes first?"
Cedric stepped forward and handed Ollivander his wand.
"Ah, Mr. Diggory, I remember you, twelve-quarters of an inch, made from ash wood, and contained a unicorn hair core, right?"
Cedric showed a big smile, "Sir, you're right."
After casting a few spells, Ollivander returned the wand to Cedric, praising him for being well-maintained.
Next, several Champions handed the wand to Ollivander. Although some of them were not made by him, Ollivander could tell the material and length of the wand as soon as he got started and also picked out some minor flaws.
When Fleur arrived, he said in surprise. "I have never seen the craftsmanship of this wand. It has my style and Gregorovitch's technique. The core of the wand is..."
"Yes, it's my hair."
Fleur took over the words and looked at Alvin tenderly.
It was a Christmas present from Alvin last year, and the core is Fleur's hair.
As a mixed-race Veela, she still has the characteristics of some magical creatures. Alvin soaked Fleur's hair with a precious potion and turned it into a good material for the wand's core.
This wand is more powerful than the previous one for Fleur and has a much higher degree of fit, feeling like an arm and a finger.