"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. I'll take you to the wand shop and choose your favorite wand."
Dumbledore's blue eyes were always looking at Jon and the five of them when he spoke. His eyes were very serious, which was different from when he greeted Jon and the others to eat sweets before, and his tone became extremely solemn.
"The wands in front of you have been used for a lifetime. They are indeed not as shiny as the new wands in the wand shop, but the last owner who held them each held their own beliefs. The fight went down to the last minute. For me, seeing these wands is like seeing the people who used them, so I hope you don't dislike them because of their old appearance."
"If one day in the future, you have the opportunity to get your more ideal and favorite wand, then please return the wand you took away from here today. There will be other children who will need it in the future. 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 and showed unconcealable sadness.
When Dumbledore began to speak, Neville clenched his fists tightly, and his white knuckles were enough to show his inner unrest.
Ron, who had been out of his mind since they first met, now looked solemn and silent.
Justin and Lavender were also infected by the atmosphere in the office. They both lowered their heads and looked silently at the wooden box. Each stick represented the death of a wizard who sacrificed his life to resist the oppressive rule of pure blood. "little stick"
Jon was also looking at those wands, and unlike the others, he associated more with the words from Dumbledore's mouth.
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. This 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 to sacrifice more people 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 depletion, and there is no future at all.
"Who comes 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, started to move almost as soon as he finished speaking.
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 with a smile on his face again.
"You will be a source of pride to all the Longbottoms, Neville, no one can doubt that."
Neville's eyes were fixed on one of the wands. He seemed to have been looking at it since Dumbledore opened the cabinet. Now, without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the wand. The slightly curved wand was held in his hand.
"I agreed to your father's request three years ago. I have never taken it out before. Only today, I put it here." Dumbledore said calmly. "The wand used by your mother, Alice Longbottom, was made of the same cherry wood as your father, with a unicorn hair core, but it was slightly shorter by two inches, 11 inches long. She was found at the time in order to protect her. The student on the missing Hogwarts carriage was hit by three death curses and died, and the last words she said before her death were left to all of us."
Neville's hand holding the wand was trembling. On the tip of the wand, a silver stream of light was flashing. He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
"These children, as well as my son, will definitely walk under the sunshine of equality and justice in the future!"
Dumbledore patted him lightly on the shoulder.
"None of us have forgotten this sentence, and it's the reason why this Hogwarts exists."
Neville nodded silently, and returned to the new team with the wand he inherited from his mother.
The second person to step forward was Lavender.
There was no wand left by her relatives, but she still retained great respect for every one inside, and finally selected one from them.
Jon was keenly aware that when Lavender got the wand, Professor McGonagall standing aside had a look of absent-minded nostalgia on his face.
Lavender looked at Dumbledore nervously, as if she was afraid that the old man would say next, "This wand carries too much meaning, and you are not qualified to own 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. He killed dozens of Death Eaters and Aurors, and in the end only this wand was left."
Lavender became even more nervous and she stammered.
"Teach, professor, my dad always talks about her to me. She is his dean and the best teacher to him. Should I put her back? She is a great witch and 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. Finally, she nodded solemnly, took a deep breath and promised.
"I will! Professor!"
She rejoined the group of freshmen, and the next person to step forward was Ron, who also picked an elm wand from the wooden cabinet.
