Chapter 8 8. Dumbledore
But thinking about it seriously, the character of Neville now is very different from the character in the original book, which can be said to be inevitable.
The reason why Neville in the story became so timid and cowardly is because his parents were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and became lunatics since he was a child, and he himself has been educated by his strict grandma all the time. Let his character be flawed from the start.
The main reason why the Longbottoms were caught and tortured by the Death Eaters was that after Voldemort intended to kill Harry Potter, but was devoured by his own death curse and disappeared, his followers wanted to find themselves in the couple. Clues about the master.
Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that Neville's parents did not fall into such a miserable situation. Therefore, Neville was taught very well by them.
".I've always wanted a wand of my own. At home I used to secretly play with Percy's wand and almost throw it in the fireplace. My parents were furious when they found out. I've never I've never seen them look so angry."
When he said this, Ron still had lingering fear on his face.
"They locked me up in the attic for two full days, made me reflect on my mistakes, and gave me just a glass of water and two slices of bread. I don't understand why they reacted so violently when it was just a magic wand. , I went to ask George and Fred, and they also criticized me with a serious face, but they didn't tell me the reason, they liked to play tricks on Percy with me before."
Justin asked curiously.
"Is the wand the little stick that Professor McGonagall is holding?"
Neville explained to him.
"Yes, this is the weapon used by wizards to cast magic. Maybe adults have feelings for their wands, so they punish Ron like this."
"How will the professors give us wands later? Just give us one each directly?" Lavender asked.
Neville said hesitantly.
"It should be like this. We definitely can't choose what we like in the wand shop here."
Jon, who didn't get much involved in their conversations except for a few words, felt that the wand matter must not be so simple.
For wizards in this world, the wand is undoubtedly a very important thing.
In the records of the history of magic, after the goblin rebellion was successfully suppressed, the biggest punishment for them was to deprive them of the right to use magic wands, as can be seen from this history.
This is not to say that without the wand, the wizard completely loses the ability to use magic, but the addition of the wand to any spell is undoubtedly huge.
It is difficult for most wizards to use correct spells without a wand, and their strength will naturally be greatly reduced.
Even Jon can see that the wand is such an important strategic resource. He doesn't believe that people on Voldemort's side are idiots and don't realize its importance.
If they have completely controlled the power of the magic world, then they are absolutely capable of controlling every wand transaction. After all, in the magic world, except for the three most famous families, there are only Just a few people.
Control from the source to prevent any new wands from being sold to Dumbledore's people, and the existing wands in the hands of other wizards have also established laws to force them to file with the Ministry of Magic, so it is extremely difficult for Dumbledore to give new students The students get their wands.
It's not impossible to buy one, but it must be a very high price, and it is unlikely that the number will exceed three in a short period of time.
So Jon is still curious about the source of the wands they got later.
"You all come with me."
Whether it was Justin, who was brought here later, or Ron and Neville, who seemed to be somewhat familiar with this place, they were all in awe of Professor McGonagall.
They stood up from their chairs nervously, and walked out of the room with Professor McGonagall.
No one spoke on the road. They walked along the long corridor for about twenty meters, passed through dozens of doors, and finally came to the end.
There is also a door at the end of the corridor. Professor McGonagall knocked lightly and said to the people inside.
"Albus, I brought the new students to get their wands."
"come in."
A gentle and old voice came from inside.
Jon followed Neville and the four of them at the end, and walked into this room.
This is a small office, in which there is only an old man with white hair sitting on a chair, and there is a golden perch beside him, on which stands a bird with golden-red feathers, and behind him are several Ten portraits, each of the wizards in the paintings looks very old, with their heads down and eyes closed, dozing off.
And above those portraits, Jon finally saw the familiar school badge.
Lion, Eagle, Badger, Snake, four animals around a capital "H".
The identity of the old man in the office is obvious.
Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, has incomparably brilliant achievements and ceiling-level strength in the wizarding world, and is known as the legend of the greatest wizard of the 20th century.
There is nothing special about his appearance, with half-moon eyes, gray hair and beard, and wrinkles left by the years on his face, but his smile is very friendly, making everyone who sees him smile People can't help letting go of tension and pressure in their hearts.
"I'd love to see new children come to this carriage." Dumbledore stood up to welcome them. "It's representative of what we're doing, and it's not like there's no successor. I'm your Headmaster, Albus Deng Bullido."
He didn't look like he was talking politely, and he was really happy. He took out a lot of various candies from his drawer, and signaled Jon and the others that you are welcome and can enjoy them casually.
It wasn't until Professor McGonagall coughed lightly that he remembered the business.
"Before you can truly become a student of a magic school, a good magic wand is of course essential."
The smile on Dumbledore's face slowly disappeared, and his face became solemn for some reason.
"But for you, of course, the wand is more than just easy to use. It will become the representative of your beliefs and that of another person."
His voice was very soft, as if he was reciting some nostalgic eulogy.
Then, under the blank stares of Jon and Neville, the four children, the old man opened the door of a wooden cabinet on the right side of his desk.
In the cabinet, there are more than a dozen wooden boxes neatly placed. The wooden boxes are lined with pure white cashmere, but every magic wand lying quietly on the cashmere looks so old and out of date.
(end of this chapter)