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So
Fleur
was
part
veela
,
thought
Harry
,
making
a
mental
note
to
tell
Ron
...
then
he
remembered
that
Ron
was
n't
speaking
to
him
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Ollivander
,
"
yes
,
I
've
never
used
veela
hair
myself
,
of
course
.
I
find
it
makes
for
rather
temperamental
wands
...
however
,
to
each
his
own
,
and
if
this
suits
you
...
"
Mr.
Ollivander
ran
his
fingers
along
the
wand
,
apparently
checking
for
scratches
or
bumps
;
then
he
muttered
,
"
Orchideous
!
"
and
a
bunch
of
flowers
burst
from
the
wand
tip
.
"
Very
well
,
very
well
,
it
's
in
fine
working
order
,
"
said
Mr.
Ollivander
,
scooping
up
the
flowers
and
handing
them
to
Fleur
with
her
wand
.
"
Mr.
Diggory
,
you
next
.
"
Fleur
glided
back
to
her
seat
,
smiling
at
Cedric
as
he
passed
her
.
"
Ah
,
now
,
this
is
one
of
mine
,
is
n't
it
?
"
said
Mr.
Ollivander
,
with
much
more
enthusiasm
,
as
Cedric
handed
over
his
wand
.
"
Yes
,
I
remember
it
well
.
Containing
a
single
hair
from
the
tail
of
a
particularly
fine
male
unicorn
...
must
have
been
seventeen
hands
;
nearly
gored
me
with
his
horn
after
I
plucked
his
tail
.
Twelve
and
a
quarter
inches
...
ash
...
pleasantly
springy
.
It
's
in
fine
condition
...
You
treat
it
regularly
?
"
"
Polished
it
last
night
,
"
said
Cedric
,
grinning
.
Harry
hooked
down
at
his
own
wand
.
He
could
see
finger
marks
all
over
it
.
He
gathered
a
fistful
of
robe
from
his
knee
and
tried
to
rub
it
clean
surreptitiously
.
Several
gold
sparks
shot
out
of
the
end
of
it
.
Fleur
Delacour
gave
him
a
very
patronizing
look
,
and
he
desisted
.
Mr.
Ollivander
sent
a
stream
of
silver
smoke
rings
across
the
room
from
the
tip
of
Cedric
's
wand
,
pronounced
himself
satisfied
,
and
then
said
,
"
Mr.
Krum
,
if
you
please
.
"
Viktor
Krum
got
up
and
slouched
,
round-shouldered
and
duck-footed
,
toward
Mr.
Ollivander
.
He
thrust
out
his
wand
and
stood
scowling
,
with
his
hands
in
the
pockets
of
his
robes
.
