In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 122: Hermione's Wand

Jon looked at Dumbledore with a suspicious look on his face.

"Is it really about going to relax, instead of an excuse to trick me over first and then get me to do something else?"

Dumbledore laughed hoarsely as he blinked and said.

"A friend invited me on a trip to France, just to catch up on some things, and besides, when did you get such an impression of me?"

In a previous life.

Of course, these words could only be mentioned in Jon's mind, and naturally, he wouldn't say it directly. But to be honest, Dumbledore really never tricked him to do something, before going to infiltrate the castle, he explained all the dangers clearly, and asked Jon's own opinion.

Without hesitating for long, Jon readily agreed to go.

During this period of time in Hogwarts castle, he had constantly been mentally tense, and the quality of sleep was also very poor, so it is indeed time to relax and rest.

Staying on the wagon is certainly considered relaxing, but going out with Dumbledore is even better.

After all, with him around, Jon simply does not have to think about his own safety, and maybe he can also learn some helpful magic knowledge.

After confirming the time of the trip, Jon left the Headmaster's office.

On the way back towards his dormitory, he happened to run into Hermione who had just come out of the library.

At this moment, Hermione is not dressed like a wild girl as in the castle, he heard because of her excellent performance in the remedial classes, Lily gave her a vial of hair-softening potion, to keep her hair adjusted, and smoothly draped behind her.

She was not wearing the tattered grey robe, but the robe that the student in the wagon would wear, and although her face is still a little pale from chronic malnutrition while her body is still thin, she is obviously much better than before.

"Good morning, Jon."

It was not until she walked close to Jon that she took her attention away from the book she was holding in her hands, and looked up with a smile to greet Jon.

In the castle due to the different circumstances, even if Jon and Hermione had contact, he rarely observed her nature.

However, after arriving back to the wagon, he realized, Hermione, who had experienced two years of dark servitude, had become more introverted compared to the original Miss Know-it-all, whose personality was somewhat flamboyant.

She now subconsciously observes the face of the other party every time she speaks, even after coming to this wagon, this habit has not changed.

Like a small beaver that is always cautiously poking its head out of the water to observe the surrounding situation, she is full of fear and wariness towards this world in which she has already seen a lot of its darkness.

"Good morning." Jon also greeted, "Going to the library so early? Have you even had your breakfast?"

"I stopped by the kitchen and finished it on the way." She looked relaxed as she chatted with Jon, "Excellent buttered bread for breakfast."

"It should be the fifth graders' turn in the kitchen rotation today, and the buttered bread should be baked by Ron's two older brothers, hmmm... To be honest, I think I'm okay with it as long as they didn't sneak anything weird and strange into the bread."

They chatted side by side and walked together in the direction of the dormitory, and Jon was a little curious about the new wand Hermione had gotten only a few days before.

"Can I see it?"

Hermione graciously passed the wand to him.

This wand is very new, quite different from those old wands that Jon, Neville, Ron and the others got when they first enrolled in school.

"What kind of combination does it have?"

Hermione recalled: "Grapevine wood and Jackalope antler wand core."

The wood used for wands is basically standardized all over the world, but it is easy to identify the question of where it comes from through the wand core.

The new wands Hermione got certainly did not come from the hands of Ollivander, this wand-making family has identified unicorn hair, dragon heartstring and phoenix feather, these three materials as the most suitable wand core material after generations of craft, they basically no longer use body parts of other magical creatures as a wand core.

These wands are obviously obtained by Dumbledore through special channels, and the probability of this is not the work of the British wand maker is pretty high.

With the situation this year, if there is no new source of wands, then with the influx of this many students, combined with those wizards who escaped from Azkaban also need wands to use, the stock in Dumbledore's office is definitely not enough.

But now it seems that he already has a solution.

After returning the wand to Hermione, they parted in front of Jon's dorm room, after returning to the dorm room, Jon began to pack up his things, according to Dumbledore, the appointment is scheduled for tomorrow.

Ron and the group were envious of Jon's ability to go out with Dumbledore.

Staying in the wagon all day, of course, they actually wanted to go somewhere else, but the actual conditions were obviously not there yet.

Early the next morning, Dumbledore was already waiting for him in the entrance hall, and Jon with a small suitcase in his hand walked off the wagon together.

"So, are we simply going to Apparate there, Professor?"

Dumbledore used his Transfiguration magic to transform both himself and Jon, and they still had the same, sibling wizard look they had when they had travelled to Diagon Alley last year together.

Hagrid waved the whip in his hand to them after stopping to send them down and then resumed driving the wagon away.

Dumbledore put a bowler hat on his head as he smiled.

"Of course not, who travels directly to the end of the line? It's the scenery along the way that is most valuable to us."

He watched the Hogwarts wagon disappear into the distance and led Jon on foot in the opposite direction for perhaps three or four kilometres to a corner of a secluded village, then gripped his wand in his hand and aimed it at the distant deserted road.

About after two or three seconds of silence, soon a deafening "bang" sounded, a three-story-high, bright purple-coloured bus abruptly passed through countless low houses, speeding towards their location, and finally stopped in front of them with a sharp brake.

"Bam", the bus door was opened, and a breathless voice came out from inside.

"Welcome to Knight Bus, an emergency passenger service for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go~. My name is Ernest Prang, and I will be your driver and part-time conductor today, tomorrow, and tomorrow of tomorrow. In fact, I've long asked the Ministry of Magic to assign me a separate conductor, as they did eight years ago, even if it's a mudblood."

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