"May I introduce Mr Ollivander?" Dumbledore said, taking his place at the judges" table, and talking to the Champions. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the Tournament." he told them. "Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you forward first, please?" Mr Ollivander asked, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room. Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr Ollivander, and handed him her wand. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully. "Yes, Nine and a half inches... inflexible... rosewood... and containing... dear me-" Ollivander uttered. 