Chapter 351

"Professor, are you... Much cleaner than before?"

In the headmaster's office, Marca, who said goodbye to Hermione, immediately found the difference as soon as she entered the door.

"In fact, it used to be very clean, but the things stacked were too messy. I just cleaned them up recently..." Dumbledore stood up from behind his desk with a smile and walked up.

"At least the branch hat must be clean," Marca picked up the pointed hat on the shelf. "I told it at the branch ceremony - it's time to take a bath!"

"Hey, little badger, don't turn me around with your claws. I'm a new hat now!" the branch hat immediately turned around and shouted.

"Are there any patches for the new hat?" Marca rolled her eyes.

But the sorting hat was quite unconvinced. He blocked Maka's hand with the brim again and straightened the tip of the hat with dignity.

"This is fashion! Fashion understand? Don't talk if you don't understand!"

"OK, you are the most fashionable..."

Marca put him back on the shelf, crying and laughing. Then she turned her head in the murmur of the branch hat, but saw Dumbledore smiling at them.

"Professor, what are you going to give me?" he asked curiously.

"Well, don't worry..." Dumbledore greeted him. "Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea together? Bask in the sun and relax?"

"Oh -" Marca thought, "well... I mean, why not?"

They sat face to face beside the small round table vacated by the window. Dumbledore took out his magic wand and pointed to the table. There immediately appeared two tea cups with cups and plates and a steaming teapot.

As he gently clicked again, a plate of jelly cookies appeared.

"Try it! The Duke of honey's new product - wish cookies."

Dumbledore said, taking the lead in picking one. Then he pointed his mouth at the depression filled with jelly in the middle of the cookie and said, "lemon!"

Before the words fell, the original red jelly immediately turned yellow.

"Look! That's it..." he showed it to Maka like a treasure, then opened his mouth and took a bite. "The advertising paper said that any wish can be made! But after I tried the 'smell of giant strange snot' after dinner yesterday, I found that the taste didn't seem very similar..."

"'The smell of giant monster's snot '?" Marca grinned. "Next time you take dessert to the boys' bathroom in the basement, you don't have to make a wish. It's very similar..."

"Really?" Dumbledore said curiously. "I haven't been there in a while... You know, Hogwarts castle is really big!"

"The bathroom is blocked too - it's not myrtle, it's really blocked!" Marca spread her hands. "But there's basically no one there."

As he spoke, he picked up a cookie and, following Dumbledore's example, pointed his mouth at the depression.

"Mmm... Moonlight tastes like chrysanthemum honey?" Maka said tentatively.

However, the jelly on naquqi hasn't changed at all. It's still the default red - it's probably strawberry or something.

"No, it's too demanding!" Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand.

Maka shrugged and said, "it tastes like cream pudding."

The old and young sat opposite each other. After thinking about the cookie for a while, they turned their attention to other topics.

"I heard about the potion from Severus recently. How's Kingsley?" Dumbledore asked as if chatting after taking a sip of black tea.

"Oh, the antidote has been worked out. Kingsley took it yesterday... His symptoms have gone deeper. It seems that he has to take it several more times." Maka replied, "but the danger should be gone."

"That's good..." Dumbledore nodded clearly.

"Well... Professor, I just heard from Hermione that Professor Trelawney made a new prophecy." this time, Marca asked, "what do you think of that prophecy?"

"Don't worry too much. Although it looks bad on the surface, it should be no big problem." Dumbledore said casually, "as for the details, just figure it out by yourself..."

"Oh - really?" Marca hesitated.

"Don't worry! Just do what you think --" Dumbledore said easily. "You can be alone now. I can't help you... Maybe I'll ask you to help me!"

"Don't say 'request' or something..." Maka immediately shook her head. "Just say what I need to do!"

"Of course, if there's anything I can do for you, I'll say," said Dumbledore, looking at Marca with some meaning.

When Dumbledore said this, Marca also had some murmurs in her heart. Although it was not a burden, he knew that Dumbledore would not be aimless.

Dumbledore would talk to him in the future, or soon. Just what he would say "request", Maka doesn't know.

After Dumbledore's words, they drank fragrant black tea and basked lazily in the sun. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows over the side of the neck, which will also bring a trace of warmth.

Once upon a time, Maka had been looking forward to such a comfortable life; But now, he just felt so leisurely, it was a little too extravagant.

"Professor, it's time to tell me what's wrong with calling me this time?" Marca asked again. "When the current situation is solved, we can have a lot of opportunities to drink tea and chat together."

Dumbledore took his eyes back from the window, smiled and said, "well, since you are so worried, let's talk about today's business..."

"Well... It's a 'business', which is actually a small thing..."

As he spoke, he picked up the wand at hand quite casually, turned the handle and handed it to Maka.

"Last time I heard Garrick say... He said you could use any magic wand?" Dumbledore said curiously. "Why don't you... Try this too?"

"Er... Are you talking about Mr. Garrick Ollivander of the wand shop?" Marca was stunned, but did not immediately reach out. "Professor, do you want me to try the old wand?"

"Well? Do you know it too?" Dumbledore nodded indifferently. "Yes! Try... See if it's good or you?"

"This --"

Marca wanted to take it over and study it, but Dumbledore's wand had an extraordinary origin and distinctive characteristics. He really didn't dare to reach for it rashly.

"Take it up and see," said Dumbledore. "You should know that the saying 'the wand chooses the wizard' has always been the truth that Garrick believes in. And he has been troubled by your existence!"

As Dumbledore said, the transformation of the wand began when Garrick Ollivander officially took over the family's wand shop.

Before that, wizards needed to make their own wands.

They will take all kinds of wand cores to the wand store and use some magical materials inherited from their ancestors, related to family beliefs, or they feel appropriate as wand cores.

It was Garrick Ollivander who put forward the concept of "wand chooses Wizard", which led the trend of an era.

Of course, in fact, he discovered this concept from an ancient book.

But in fact, Maka doesn't believe in "magic wand chooses Wizard" at all. This is not only related to his own situation, but also mainly because the wand is a tool created to facilitate spell casting.

Maka admitted that Ollivander was right.

After all, the scope of knowledge of wand learning is too broad. It is difficult to get started and in-depth research is more time-consuming and laborious. In addition, the inheritance of knowledge is incomplete, so that it is difficult to select wands, not to mention making wands.

Therefore, the practice of matching wizards with a large number of wands is much better than that of wizards with their own wand core materials.

But the correct approach does not mean that the concept put forward by Ollivander is also correct.

According to the ancient books in Roy Na's secret room, at that time, wizards with enough knowledge made their own wands.

As those Goblins who are good at making magic props insist - the ownership of magic props should always remain in the hands of the manufacturer.

However, up to now, not only the inheritance of wizards is becoming weaker and weaker, but also the persistence of goblins has changed.

Marca told Dumbledore her opinion, which really aroused Dumbledore's interest.

"... to be honest, I'm not familiar with wand learning, but..." Dumbledore said with interest, "do you make your own wand? It sounds really good..."

"The strange wand you used was made by yourself - the spinal cord of the Dementor?"

"Yes!" Marca said, "unfortunately, I lost it recently..."

"Isn't that just right?" Dumbledore smiled and handed the wand again. "It was meant for you."

"But why suddenly -" Marca wondered.

"You need it more than I do, don't you?" Dumbledore said naturally. "Now it's mainly you who are in danger... And I, as long as I'm responsible for guarding Hogwarts!"

At the same time, Dumbledore looked unusually light.

"Speaking of it, I must also thank you! You let me put down the burden in my heart and embark on a more 'selfish' magical journey."

Maka could not help feeling something in her heart - the old wizard who devoted most of her life to the magic world seemed to have finally come out of the self confinement called "ideal".

"Er..." makaton paused, slightly embarrassed, "although it is true... But..."

After a little hesitation, Maka still didn't pick up the old wand, but extended her hand to her waist