In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 333 331. Good News

Early the next morning, after breakfast in the carriage, Jon and Durmstrang's warrior Diane followed Rozier to the auditorium in the castle.

There were a few people standing here, but except for Draco and Emil, they were all adult wizards.

Even when the Triwizard Tournament was in progress, the students in Hogwarts Castle had to continue their normal classes. At this time, they should all be in class.

Voldemort was not here. Besides, the three referees from the federation and the vice-principal who was Beauxbaton's representative referee were all surrounded by an old man.

The old man was holding a wand in his hand, and while waving it, leaving brilliant silver threads of light in the air, he muttered.

"Exactly ten inches, hawthorn, unicorn hair. I remember when I handed him into your hands, Mr. Malfoy, when you and your father came to my shop."

Draco wasn't interested in listening to him reminiscing about the past, he looked at the old man's hand holding his wand.

"If there is no problem, can you return it to me, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander heard the displeasure in his tone, but just smiled, returning the wand back to Draco's hand.

"I can understand that people who are proud enough also have a strong desire to possess their own wand. It is well maintained by you."

Draco held his head high and put the wand that had been tested back into his sleeve.

At this time, several referees and Ollivander focused their attention on Jon and Diane who had just arrived in the auditorium.

"It's all up to you, why can't you come earlier." The vice-principal of Beauxbaton said sharply.

Rozier glanced at him expressionlessly, as if showing even disgust towards this kind of person was insulting her.

"If I remember correctly, the time Mr. Graves fixed last night should have been ten o'clock, and it is exactly ten o'clock now."

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander arrived early, so I let these two warriors start first. You came at the right time, and no one was delayed. Professor Rozier, who of these two will come first?"

Matthew could only go forward to smooth things over. The referees of the federation not only had to ensure the fairness of the game, but also adjusted the relationship between the two parties in the process.

After he set his eyes on Jon and Diane, the two just looked at each other, and Jon pouted at Diane in the direction of Ollivander.

Then the girl from Durmstrang drew out her wand, took a step forward, and handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Willow wood with dragon's heartstrings, nine inches, this kind of craftsmanship should be the work of Grigovich in the 80s?"

Ollivander looked at Diane, and Diane nodded to indicate that his judgment was not wrong.

"Although there are conflicting ideas, I have to admit that Gregorovich is also an excellent wand-making master." He praised, and then waved the willow wand, "Birds are flocking."

The next moment, a flock of birds flapped their wings and flew out from the head of the wand. They circled around the auditorium, and then flew through the open window into the faint sunlight.

"definitely no problem."

Putting Diane's wand back in her hand, Ollivander finally looked at Jon.

There seemed to be anticipation in his eyes, and while he looked down at the old wand that Jon had pulled out from his sleeve, he reached out and took it.

"Mr. Green, I have heard about your name for a long time, and I have been thinking about what kind of work should be able to match your soul."

He said such a passage with a smile, and gently stroked the weather-beaten staff with his left hand.

"Well, it's obviously been through a long time, 14 inches, that's a really rare length, even in my career, I can count wands of this size in one hand, the chestnut body, Phoenix tail feathers."

Suddenly, he was stunned.

The smooth sound like a stream of water stopped abruptly, and Ollivander stared blankly at the magic wand in his hand, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

The few people around who were waiting for his final judgment on Jon's wand all noticed the change in the expression on his face.

Emile is very dissatisfied.

He felt that Jon seemed to show his specialness everywhere no matter what he did. Even an ordinary wand test could make people focus on him.

"So what's wrong? What's wrong with this wand? Has Dumbledore cast a cheating spell on it?"

He looked at Ollivander, hoping to hear an affirmative answer from him.

However, Ollivander didn't look at him, as if he didn't hear what he said. This old man from a pure-blood family who had made wands all his life squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Jon with a complicated expression.

"Is this my work?"

Jon didn't deny it.

"His previous owner said it was a wand he bought from Diagon Alley, England."

"I remember, 1920, a summer evening, it was a bit vague whether it was a Monday or a Tuesday. He came to my shop, and I wanted to recommend something suitable for him, but he refused, but in He casually browsed among the shelves, and finally he chose this one."

Ollivander's voice was very soft, it didn't seem like he was remembering, but more like a kind of regret and helplessness.

"I told him that this wand is too long. When I first designed it, it was for some special guests. He didn't care about my suggestion, and just threw a few gold Galleons on the table. Said that he likes this wand very much, with such a length, if it is convenient, it can be inserted into the eye socket of the enemy, and pierced into their sticky brain."

Jon's face was weird, he didn't even know that Grindelwald had said such a thing when he bought the wand from Ollivander.

No wonder he always felt that the tip of this wand was more worn than the rest.
So, it was really directly used as a murder weapon and stabbed into someone's brain?
After listening to Ollivander's narration, Beauxbaton's vice-principal sneered and said in a strange way.

"I'm afraid the person who bought this wand was not a troll."

As soon as his words fell, an inexplicable coldness pierced him. Suddenly, he raised his head and met Rozier's ice-cold eyes.

He shivered and subconsciously took a step back.

At this time, when Ollivander had returned the chestnut wand to Jon, he did not mention Grindelwald's name, but glanced at Matthew from the corner of his eye when he was not attracting attention.

"Keep it well, it is already part of one of the legends, I hope you can bring it to another new story."

Jon took the wand, said nothing, just nodded.

Even if the detection of the wand is just a formality, generally no wizard will tamper with his wand.After the end, Jon and the others didn't stay in the auditorium, and the Auror who was guarding the door didn't want them to stay here any longer, and watched them leave the castle.

After returning to the carriage, Jon walked straight back to his dormitory. He did not forget what he promised Dumbledore yesterday, took out the suitcase, and then fumbled for something as cold and smooth as water. cloak.

Just when he was about to leave with the invisibility cloak, he suddenly seemed to think of something again, hesitated for a moment, then returned to the suitcase, and found an old blank parchment from the bottom.

After finding these two things, Jon didn't stay any longer, walked out of the dormitory, and walked straight along the corridor towards Dumbledore's principal's room.

When he entered the door, Dumbledore was writing a letter, and Fox was standing by his hand, combing his bright red feathers boredly. Hearing the movement of Jon entering the door, it raised its head, and then tilted it again. Greeted acquaintances.

Seeing Jon come in, Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand and looked at what he brought.

"Thank you for sending it, Jon."

"Professor Potter should be thanked. If she hadn't lent me this thing, I wouldn't have been able to get it for you."

Jon put the invisibility cloak on Dumbledore's desk, and then handed the parchment to Dumbledore with a solemn expression.

"I think this thing may also be helpful to you, the professor."

Dumbledore obviously noticed the piece of parchment under the invisibility cloak when Jon first entered the door. He gently raised the eyes on his face, stared at the blank paper, and showed some surprise.

"Smart design."

Jon was not surprised that he could find the difference in this parchment, and reminded him.

"Its incantation was 'I solemnly swear I have done no wrong'."

Dumbledore laughed, raising his wand.

"Such a spell design reminds me of a few naughty students I once taught."

He said the incantation, and at the same time tapped the exact center of the parchment with his wand.

In an instant, an ink dot appeared where the wand touched the blank space, and then black lines spread in all directions, and soon a line of text appeared on it.

[Salute to you!The greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts! 】—Prongs, Padfoot, Moonface, Wormtail.

The words on the parchment quickly began to change, and the ink-colored lines were rearranged and combined.

[I hope that when you opened it, it was not confiscated from a good student.Oh yes, we are good students too! 】——Prongs.

Dumbledore watched silently as the line of text slowly disappeared, and finally countless lines spread around like a spider web, drawing a Marauder's Map.

He didn't speak, and his eyes didn't focus on the map, his expression seemed to be frozen by the petrification spell.

After a long time, just when Jon was about to wake up Dumbledore, the old man slowly stretched out his hand and touched the code names above the map.

His whispering voice seems to be able to penetrate the gap between life and death, and the brave and enthusiastic young wizard wearing glasses, who has grown from a naughty child to a fearless warrior, is standing beside him with a smile.

"I was never a great principal but you have always been a good student."

Jon didn't say anything more, he silently looked at the headmaster who had never shown such a decadent and sad look, not to disturb his thoughts at this moment.

Without making him wait long, Dumbledore had regained his mood. He took off his glasses, wiped the crescent-shaped lenses carefully, and then looked at Jon with a smile.

"Perhaps the students often pass on that I am a bit of a crazy old man, but even an old man with an abnormal mind will sometimes be touched by the scene."

He wasn't embarrassed at all, and there was even some embarrassment in his tone.

Jon shrugged, and he said with a smile.

"When I get back, I'll tell Neville and them that Professor Dumbledore is not only crazy at times, but also an old man who likes to cry."

"Ha, then I'd be a little embarrassed."

Dumbledore grumbled, put his glasses back on, and looked at the activated Marauder's Map.

All the locations of Hogwarts are marked on the map, and the names of every person in this school are also displayed on it, moving with the name himself.

Jon also glanced at the map at the same time.

Well, Voldemort's name doesn't appear throughout the school.

"Amazing tracking spell." Dumbledore said in admiration, "This is the crystallization of their common wisdom, and this parchment itself also contains unique magic power."

He looked up at Jon.

"May I know how you got it?"

Jon didn't hide it, he just said that he deliberately found this Marauder's map as he discovered it by accident, and figured out a way to open the map himself.

After listening to Jon's narration, Dumbledore nodded very seriously.

"It's critical, Jon, and thanks for taking it out and lending it to me."

Even now, Jon has not asked Dumbledore what he was planning to do by asking him to borrow the invisibility cloak, but based on his feeling, he could think that the Marauder's Map should be of great help to him in the next thing to do, so he did not hesitate took it out.

No matter what, Jon would not keep this thing made by the Predator Four in private.

Then after Jon told him that he knew the spell to remove the magic on the map, Dumbledore put away both the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak, and he looked at Jon.

"If you want to know, I can tell you what I need these two things for."

But Jon waved his hand.

"You'd better wait for the good news at the end, and then tell me the good news. I only have so much mental energy, and I should put all my energy on the game from now on."

Dumbledore laughed heartily.

"Then I hope we can get more good news in the end, good news worthy of comfort for the living and good news for the dead to sleep in peace!"

(End of this chapter)