In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

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, the 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 is no problem, can you return it to me? Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander heard the dissatisfaction in his tone, but just smiled slightly 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 set by Mr. Graves 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 Rozier, who of the two will come first?"

Matthew could only step forward to smooth things over. The referees of the Federation must not only ensure fairness for this 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 the heartstrings of the fire dragon, 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 Gregorovich 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 birds flew out from the wand head with fluttering wings. 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 no matter what he did. 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 unclear whether that day was Monday or Tuesday. He came to my shop, and I wanted to recommend him something suitable for him, but he refused, and instead He casually browsed among the shelves, and finally he chose this one."

Ollivander's voice was very soft. It didn't sound like he was remembering, but more like a feeling of regret and helplessness.

"I told him that this wand was 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. He said that he likes this wand very much. With such a length, if used smoothly, it can be inserted into the enemy's eye socket and pierce into their pasty brain."

Jon's expression was strange. He didn't know that Grindelwald actually said such a thing when he bought the wand from Ollivander.

No wonder he always felt that the tip of the wand was more worn than other parts.

So, was it really used directly as a murder weapon and stabbed into people's brains?

After listening to Ollivander's story, the Beauxbatons vice-principal sneered and said in a sinister tone.

"I'm afraid the person who bought this wand wasn't a troll."

Just as he finished speaking, an inexplicable coldness pierced him. His heart suddenly lurched. He raised his head and met Rozier's eyes as cold as ice.

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 out of the corner of his eye when it was not noticeable.

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

Jon took the wand and said nothing, just nodded.

Even if the wand test is just a formality, generally no wizard would do anything with his wand. After it was over, Jon and the others did not stay in the auditorium. 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 walked straight back to his dormitory. He did not forget what he promised Dumbledore yesterday. He took out the suitcase and fumbled out 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. After a moment of hesitation, he returned to the suitcase and pulled out an old blank parchment from the bottom.

After finding these two things, Jon walked out of the dormitory without stopping and walked along the corridor towards Dumbledore's principal's office.

When he came in, Dumbledore was writing a letter, and Fawkes was standing by his hand, combing his bright red feathers in boredom. Hearing the sound of Jon entering the door, he raised his head, and then tilted it, which was considered a sign. I said hello to an acquaintance.

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

"Thanks for sending it over, Jon."

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

Dumbledore obviously noticed the parchment under the invisibility cloak when Jon first entered the door. He gently held his eyes on his face and stared at the blank paper with a somewhat surprised look.

"Exquisite design."

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

"Its activation spell is 'I solemnly swear that I have done no good'."

Dumbledore laughed and raised his wand.

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

He recited the spell and tapped the 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 Hogwarts history! 】——Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail.

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

[I hope that when you open it, it was not confiscated from the hands of some good student. Oh, yes, we are good students too! 】——Tine fork.

Dumbledore watched in silence as this line of text slowly disappeared, and finally countless lines spread around like a spider web, forming a Marauder's Map.

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

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

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

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

Jon didn't say anything anymore. He silently looked at the principal who had never looked so decadent and sad before, not disturbing his thoughts at this moment.

Without letting him wait long, Dumbledore had already regained his composure. He took off his glasses, wiped the crescent-shaped lenses carefully, then looked at Jon and smiled.

"Perhaps students often say that I am a slightly crazy old man, but even the most abnormal old man will sometimes be moved by the situation."

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

Jon shrugged, smiling.

"I will tell Neville and the others when I get back that Professor Dumbledore is not only crazy sometimes, but also an old man who likes to cry."

"Ha, then I would be a little embarrassed."

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

All locations in Hogwarts are marked on the map, and the names of everyone in this school are also displayed on it, moving with the movement of the names themselves.

Jon also glanced at the map.

Well, Voldemort's name doesn't appear anywhere in the entire school.

"The amazing tracking spell." Dumbledore said with admiration. "This is the crystallization of their joint wisdom, and the parchment itself also contains unique magic."

He looked up at Jon.

"May I know how you got it?"

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

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

"It's crucial, Jon, and thank you for taking it out and lending it to me."

Even now, Jon has not asked Dumbledore what he was planning to do when he asked 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 what he was going to do next, so he did not hesitate. took it out.

This was originally made by the four predators, and Jon would never keep it private under any circumstances.

Dumbledore then looked at Jon after he put the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak away after Jon told him about the spell to remove the magic on the map.

"If you're wondering, I can tell you what I need those two things for."

However, Jon waved his hand.

"You should wait until there is good news in the end, and then tell me the good news. I only have so much energy, and I should focus all my energy on the game."

Dumbledore laughed heartily.

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