Wizard world without savior - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Old Wand

“No matter how you were brought to Hogwarts by whom, I believe you all understand the current situation of the school. The Ministry of Magic has blocked and controlled all wand transactions, leaving us with no way to do it openly take you to the wand shop and choose your favorite wands.”

Dumbledore’s blue eyes kept looking at Jon and the five while he was talking. His gaze was very serious, different from when he greeted Jon and the others to eat candy, his tone became extremely solemn.

“The wands in front of you have been used for a lifetime. They are indeed not as bright as the new wands in the wand shop, but the last owner who held them, each of them insisted on their own beliefs. Fighting to the last minute. For me, seeing these wands is like seeing the people who used them, so I hope you don’t put them off because of the old appearance of wands.”

“If one day in the future, you have the opportunity to get the wand that you are more ideal and more like, then please return the wand that you took from here today. There will be other children who will need it in the future Only then can you truly enter the world of magic.”

Dumbledore’s words made everyone present hold their breath involuntarily.

Professor McGonagall looked at the old wands on the cashmere with unconcealable sadness.

Neville clenched his fists as soon as Dumbledore began to speak, and his white knuckles were enough to show the unrest in his heart.

Ron, who had been acting out of character since the first meeting, also remained silent with a solemn expression.

Justin and Lavender were also affected by the atmosphere in the office. They both lowered their heads and looked at the wooden box silently. “little stick”

Jon was also looking at those wands. Unlike others, he thought more through the words that Dumbledore said.

New children are admitted to Hogwarts every year. According to what Ron said before coming to the principal’s office, only two Muggle students, Jon and Justin, were brought back this year. Compared with previous years, this is very few number of students, which means that the number of students enrolled in previous years is estimated to be no less than five.

This means that five wands are taken away from here every year.

But now the cabinet is still full of more than ten wands…

This means that the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore has more sacrifices every year, far exceeding the number of new students joining!

For any organization, such a situation can be said to be fatal. The new force is less than the loss, and there is no future at all.

“Who will come first?”

Just when the entire office was so quiet that only breathing could be heard, Dumbledore suddenly spoke loudly.

Neville, who was standing in front of Jon, had already moved his body almost the moment his voice fell.

He walked in front of everyone without hesitation, came to Dumbledore’s side, and said in a firm voice.

“I’ve been waiting for this day, Professor Dumbledore.”

Dumbledore looked at the round-faced, blond boy, and smiled again.

“You will be a source of pride to all the Longbottoms, Neville, no one can doubt that.”

Neville fixed his eyes on one of the wands. He seemed to have been looking at it since Dumbledore opened the cabinet. Now, without any hesitation, he reached out and touched the wand directly. The slightly curved wand was held in his hand.

“I agreed to your father’s request three years ago, and I never took it out before. Only today, I put it here.” Dumbledore said calmly. “The wand used by your mother Alice Longbottom was the same cherry wood as your father, with a core of unicorn hair, except that it was slightly shorter in length by two inches, and it was 11 inches long. She was found at the time for protection. The student on the Hogwarts carriage who was missing died with three curses on her body, and the last words she said before she was alive are for all of us.”

Neville’s hand holding the wand was trembling. At the tip of the wand, a silver streamer was shining. He gritted his teeth and said every word.

“These children, as well as my son, will surely walk in the sunshine of equality and justice in the future!”

Dumbledore patted him lightly on the shoulder.

“None of us has forgotten this sentence, which is why this Hogwarts exists.”

Nodding silently, Neville returned to the freshman ranks with the wand he had inherited from his mother.

The second person to step forward was Lavender.

There was no magic wand left by her relatives in it, but she still retained great respect for each one in it, and finally chose one of them.

Jon keenly discovered that when Lavender got the wand, Professor McGonagall, who was standing by, had a look of absent-minded remembrance on his face.

Lavender looked at Dumbledore nervously, as if he was afraid that the old man would say in the next sentence, “This wand carries too much meaning, you are not entitled to have it.”

But when Dumbledore looked at her, there was only a gentle smile on his face.

“Aspen wood with unicorn hair, 12 inches long. I’m honored that you have it, Miss Brown. It once belonged to my colleague, the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts, and the last Hodgepuff Dean – Pomona Sprout. She died in the battle of the fall of Hogwarts Castle seven years ago. In order to allow Minerva to lead the students to retreat from the castle, she chose to block it alone. Killed dozens of Death Eaters and Aurors, and in the end all that remained was this wand.”

Lavender got more nervous, she stammered.

“Teacher, professor, my dad always told me about her, she was his dean and the best teacher for him, should I put it back? She is a great witch, I don’t deserve it……”

“If you put it back, then Pomona will be disappointed, Miss Brown.” Dumbledore’s voice was serious, “She died for the students in this school, so as long as she is a student in this school, everyone has the qualification and responsibility to take her wand out. I believe that it will gain no less glory than its previous owner in your hands.”

Lavender’s face was flushed, she was shy and excited at Dumbledore’s words, and finally nodded solemnly, took a deep breath and promised.

“I will! Professor!”

She was back in the freshmen’s line, and the next to go was Ron, who also picked out an elm wand from the wooden cabinet.