Chapter 333 331 Good News

Chapter 333 331. Good News

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

There were some people standing here, but except for Draco and Emile, they were all adult wizards.

Even when the Triwizard Tournament is going on, students in Hogwarts Castle have to continue their normal classes. At this time, they should all be in class.

Voldemort is not here. In addition, the three referees of the Federation and the vice-principal who is the representative referee of Beauxbatons are all surrounding an old man.

The old man was holding a magic wand in his hand, waving it, leaving brilliant silver light in the air while chanting.

"Exactly ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair. I still remember when I handed him into your hands, Mr. Malfoy. It was a less sunny afternoon, and you and your father came to my house. Shop.”

Draco had no interest in listening to him recalling the past here. He looked at the old man's hand holding the wand.

"If there's no problem, can you give it back to me? Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander heard the dissatisfaction in his tone, but just smiled and returned the wand back to Draco's hand.

"I can understand that people who are proud enough also have a strong possessive desire for their own wands. It has been 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 up to you, why can't you come earlier?" Beauxbatons' vice-principal said in a sharp voice.

Rozier gave him an expressionless look, as if showing even a hint of disgust towards such a person was an insult to her.

"If I remember correctly, the time Mr. Graves set last night should be 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 you didn't waste anyone's time. Professor Rosier, who of the two comes first?"

Matthew could only step forward to smooth things over. The federation's referees must not only ensure fairness for the game, but also regulate the relationship between the two parties in the process.

After he set his sights on Jon and Diane, the two happened to look at each other, and Jon pursed his lips in Ollivander's direction at Diane.

Then the Durmstrang girl took out her wand, took a step forward, and handed the wand into Ollivander's hand.

"Willow wood with fire dragon's heartstrings, nine inches. This kind of craftsmanship should be Grigovich's work in the 1980s?"

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

"Although there is a conflict of ideas, I have to admit that Gregovich is also an excellent wand-making master." He praised, and then waved the willow wand, "The birds are flocking."

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

"completely fine."

Placing 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 pulled out of his sleeve, he reached out and took it.

"Mr. Green, I have heard about your name for a long time, and I have been wondering what kind of work should be that matches your soul."

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

"Well, it has obviously gone through a long time. It is 14 inches. Such a length is really rare. Even if I have made wands of this size in my career, I can count them in one hand. The body of the chestnut wood, Phoenix tail feathers."

Suddenly, he froze.

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

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

Emil was dissatisfied.

He felt like Jon showed his specialness in everything he did, and even an ordinary wand test could make people focus on him.

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

He looked at Ollivander, hoping to hear a positive answer from him.

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

"Is this my work?"

Jon didn't deny it.

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

"I remember, in 1920, one summer evening, it was a bit blurry whether that day was a Monday or a Tuesday. He came to my shop, and I wanted to recommend him something suitable for him, but he refused, and instead He wandered around the shelves and finally selected this one. "

Olivander's voice was very light, it didn't sound like he was reminiscing, but more like a kind of regret and helplessness.

"I told him that this wand was too long. When I first designed it, I prepared it for some special guests. He didn't care about my advice, but just threw a few gold galleons on the table and said that he liked this wand very much. With this length, if it was convenient, it could be inserted into the enemy's eye sockets and pierced into their paste-like brains."

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 worn more seriously than other places.

So, it was really used as a murder weapon and pierced into someone's brain?

After listening to Ollivander's story, the vice-headmaster of Beauxbatons sneered and said in a yin-yang tone.

"The person who bought this wand is probably a giant monster."

Just as he finished speaking, an inexplicable chill pierced him. His heart suddenly jumped, and he looked up, just in time to meet Rosier's cold eyes.

He shuddered 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 just glanced at Matthew from the corner of his eye when no one noticed.

"Keep it well, it is already part of a legend, I hope you can take it to another new story."

Jon took the wand, said nothing, just nodded.

Even if the wand inspection is just a formality, generally no wizard will do anything with his wand. After the end, Jon and his friends did not stay in the hall any longer, and the Auror guarding the door did not want them to stay here any longer, and watched them leave the castle.

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

Just when he was about to leave with the invisibility cloak, he suddenly seemed to think of something again. After hesitating for a while, he returned to the suitcase and took out an old blank parchment from the bottom.

After finding these two things, Jon did not stop, walked out of the dormitory, and walked straight to Dumbledore's headmaster's office along the corridor.

When he entered the door, Dumbledore was writing a letter, and Fox stood 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, as if it had greeted an acquaintance.

Seeing Jon coming in, Dumbledore put down the feather pen in his hand and looked at the things he brought.

"Thank you for sending it, Jon."

"I should thank Professor Potter. If she hadn't lent me this thing, I wouldn't have been able to bring it to you."

Jon placed 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, professor."

Dumbledore obviously noticed the parchment under the invisibility cloak when Jon just walked in. He gently supported his eyes on his face, staring at the blank paper, revealing a somewhat surprised look.

"Exquisite design."

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

"Its activation spell is 'I solemnly swear that I have done nothing good'."

Dumbledore laughed and raised his wand.

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

He recited the spell and tapped the center of the parchment with his wand.

Instantly, a dot of ink 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, Moony, Wormtail.

The text on the parchment soon began to change, and the ink lines were rearranged.

[I hope that when you open it, it is not confiscated from a good student. Oh, yes, we are also good students! ]——Prongs.

Dumbledore watched the line of text disappear in silence, and finally countless lines spread around like a spider web, drawing a live point map.

He did not speak, and his eyes did not focus on the map. His expression seemed to be frozen by the petrification spell.

After a long time, just when Jon wanted to wake up Dumbledore, the old man slowly reached out and touched the codes on the map.

His murmuring voice seemed to be able to penetrate the gap between life and death, and the young wizard wearing glasses, brave, enthusiastic, and who had grown from a naughty child to a fearless warrior, stood beside him with a smile.

"I have never been a great headmaster, but you have always been a good student."

Jon did not speak again. He silently looked at the headmaster who had never looked so decadent and sad, and did not disturb his thoughts at this moment.

Dumbledore didn't have to wait long before he calmed down. He took off his glasses, wiped the crescent-shaped lenses carefully, and then looked at Jon with a smile.

"Maybe students often say that I am a crazy old man, but even an old man with an abnormal mind will be moved by the scene."

He was not embarrassed, and there was even some mischief in his tone.

Jon shrugged and said with a smile.

"I will tell Neville and the others when I go back that Professor Dumbledore is not only crazy sometimes, but also a crying old man."

"Ha, then I'm a little embarrassed."

Dumbledore muttered, put on his glasses again, and then looked at the activated Marauder's Map.

All the locations in Hogwarts were marked on the map, and the names of everyone in the school were also shown on it, moving with the movement of the name.

Jon also glanced at the map at the same time.

Well, Voldemort's name did not appear in the entire school.

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

He looked up at Jon.

"Can I know how you got it?"

Jon did not hide it, he just said that he deliberately looked for this Marauder's Map and found it by accident, and he figured out how to open the map by himself.

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

"It is very important, Jon, thank you for lending it to me."

Even now, Jon has not asked Dumbledore what he was going to do by borrowing the invisibility cloak from him, but he felt that the Marauder's Map should be of great help to what he was going to do next, so he took it out without hesitation.

This was originally made by the four plunderers, and Jon would never keep it privately.

After Jon told him the spell to remove the magic on the map, Dumbledore put away the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak and looked at Jon.

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

However, Jon waved his hand.

"You should wait until there is good news in the end before telling me the good news. I only have so much energy. I should focus all my energy on the competition next."

Dumbledore laughed heartily.

"Then I wish we can get more good news in the end, good news that is worth comforting the living and letting the dead rest in peace!"