That cluster of silver sparks attracted the attention of everyone present.
Neville and the others all looked at a loss, Professor McGonagall showed surprise on her face, but only Dumbledore was stunned when he looked at the wand in Jon's hand.
This is a wand about 14 inches long. The body of the wand is straight and the surface is very smooth. It seems that its previous owner took great care of it. Although there are obvious signs of use, it can be seen that it has been well maintained.
good.
The silver sparks sprayed happily for three or four seconds before slowly stopping.
Jon was a little overwhelmed by the situation at this time, and he couldn't figure out why the wand had such a big reaction in his hand.
"It likes you very much."
After the sparks stopped, Dumbledore also came back from such nostalgic thoughts, and looked at Jon with an emotional and complicated look.
"The body of the wand is made of chestnut wood, and the core of the wand is made of phoenix tail feathers. It's an unusual combination. Except for the current one who doesn't live up to his name, all the leaders of the Wizengamot, the Wizarding Court, for three consecutive terms have used chestnut wands. It's just that
The cores of their wands are all made of unicorn hair. This combination is very righteous, but if it is replaced by phoenix tail feathers, it becomes more changeable."
He seemed to be very familiar with the information about the wand in Jon's hand, but he only introduced the wand itself and said nothing about the people who had used it.
Jon looked at the wand in his hand hesitantly, and his intuition told him that this wand must have a story.
"The person who used this wand was...?"
Dumbledore smiled and ruffled his hair.
"I've told enough sad stories today, so let's stop here. No matter who has used this wand, I believe you will use it well, right?"
"Is it mine now?"
"why not?"
Jon put aside his doubts. Since Dumbledore didn't want to talk, he wouldn't continue to ask.
In this magical world, except for the elder wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, there is no strong or weak distinction between other wands. It mainly depends on the person who uses magic.
No matter how many stories this wand has, it still belongs to its previous owner. Now all it can bring to Jon is that it allows him to truly come into contact with the world of magic.
All the freshmen received their own wands. After that, Dumbledore did not let them leave immediately, but finally gave instructions in front of all of them.
"The wands in your hands are all engraved with the magic pattern of the Reversal Curse. Every professor at Hogwarts and the wizards in the Order of the Phoenix will try their best to ensure your safety, but if one day, something unexpected happens to you,
When the body loses signs of life, the magic wand will be transferred back to me by itself. This is just an insurance measure. The wand is the scarcest resource for us, but similarly, I really don’t want to use it some time in the future.
One day, I found that in the cabinet where the wands are stored, there will be an extra wand that you have taken away."
The five freshmen all walked out of the principal's office with a dull mood. Professor McGonagall, who was leading the way, felt that they were not in high spirits, so he said as they walked.
"I will take you to your dormitory first. After settling in there, Hagrid will probably find a suitable place. Although he is on the carriage now, the tradition of the Hogwarts Welcome Party has not been lost. Today
Everyone will celebrate your joining tonight, so just relax then."
Just as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the slightly bumpy ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled, and then completely calmed down.
Jon's heart suddenly rose. Because he had a clear understanding of the dangers of this world, he was always vigilant. Even though he had not learned a single spell, he still clenched the magic spell he had just received.
That magic wand.
The other freshmen, Naviron and others, also had panicked expressions on their faces, but soon a kind voice sounded in the carriage, completely calming their nerves.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here. We can get off the car and prepare for the welcome dinner."
This was Hagrid's voice. At the same time as his voice sounded, some rooms around the corridor suddenly became agitated.
Door after door was opened, and students of all ages ran out cheeringly. Most of them saw Professor McGonagall and Jon standing in the corridor, and they immediately stopped cheering.
pace.
One student asked cautiously.
"Professor McGonagall, can we go out now?"
Looking at their expectant faces, Professor McGonagall's face, which had already been serious, softened involuntarily. She sighed and waved her hand.
"Since Hagrid said it's okay, it means it's safe outside. Let's all go down and prepare."
"Long live the professor!"
The students cheered, and they gathered in groups in the corridor and walked towards the foyer. Among them, Jon also saw a pair of twin brothers with the same red hair, winking at Ron.
In just a few seconds, like a monkey returning to the mountain, the corridor, where a group of people had been shouting and cheering from the room, became empty again.
Only the freshmen who came here today were left, looking at Professor McGonagall eagerly.
Of course, Professor McGonagall also knew the little ones in their hearts. Seeing that they had no luggage to put down except the wands they just got, she couldn't help but say helplessly.
"Then you guys should follow us, and remember not to run around outside. Follow the older children, and you must not leave the area 20 meters away from the carriage."
"We promise to be obedient, Professor!"
Ron was the first to run out, and the others followed him towards the outside of the carriage.
They had already felt enough heaviness and pressure today, and now they saw those energetic senior students, and they couldn't help but smile on their faces.
Professor McGonagall stood on the corridor, watching their young figures go away, and the old face that always showed seriousness could not help but reveal a gentle smile.
Jon followed Neville Ron and the four of them from the corridor through the foyer and stepped out of the carriage.
When Lily brought him to the carriage, it was already dark outside, and the night sky was already filled with stars.
The place they were in now was no longer the Muggle town under the safe house mountain, but a wide beach.
The gentle evening breeze blew the waves, and the sound of the waves echoed in their ears. The carriage bearing the name of the school Hogwarts was parked on the shore of the sea.