Chapter 141 Good Night
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Glenn's old face turned red, and then he realized that he was overthinking.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Dumbledore's suspicious look, and said, "I understand what you mean, Professor."
Dumbledore obviously didn't know what he was thinking, and just gave his own instructions.
"Although Harry has some flaws in his character and would be more difficult to get along with, I am convinced that he is a very sincere and kind-hearted child."
Glenn nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, even if you don't come to me today, I will try my best to help Harry."
He said it with his mouth, and silently added something in his heart.
Who makes him the protagonist and the ratio of currency exchange is so high?
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and took a sip of the tea in his cup.
The two of them chatted about some common gossip like the elders and juniors in ordinary families.
When talking about practicing wand making during the holidays, Glenn suddenly had an idea, hesitated, and asked.
"By the way, Professor. Can I ask you a less relevant question?"
Dumbledore put down his teacup and replied, "Of course, you say so."
"Regarding the legend of the three brothers, since the invisibility cloak really exists, then the Elder Wand should be far more powerful than ordinary wands, right?"
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharper from behind his glasses.
"Yes, the Elder Wand, also known as the Wand of Destiny, is the legendary wand of Death. It contains mysterious power that is difficult to achieve with ordinary wands."
He picked up his wand from the table and gently placed it in front of Glenn's eyes.
It was a wand that was dark brown all over, and the grain of the wood itself was almost invisible.
The slender staff has six knob-like protrusions arranged from bottom to top.The closer the knob is to the tip of the stick, the smaller the shape.
There are honeycomb-like pores on the wood knobs. If you look closely, you can see a faint halo flowing inside.
The color is magnificent and fascinating.
"But I must remind you, Glenn. Every time the Elder Wand appears in history, it is accompanied by a bloody storm, just like the Grimoire."
Dumbledore did not take his wand back, but said seriously.
"Although it is indeed very powerful, what really determines the strength of a wizard is not the wand, but the wizard himself. There is no invincible wand in this world, and the Elder Wand is just the icing on the cake for the strong."
Glenn looked up, smiled, and winked.
"You misunderstood, Professor. I was not attracted by the legend of the wand, but I remembered a sentence I saw in the book."
"What?" Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's a book about wandology in Ravenclaw's private library." Glenn made up some nonsense. "It probably means that there is almost no way to restore a wand that has been broken by an external force. You can only replace it with a new one." Wand. I've checked with my grandfather about that."
When he said this, he stopped and took a look at the cold tea in the cup.
Dumbledore waved his hand silently. Without moving the wand on the table, the remaining tea in the cup disappeared instantly. The teapot on the silver plate slowly floated over, and a new cup of steaming tea was poured.
This move is a bit cool when cast without a wand.
"The book also says that under the influence of some special powerful magic, even such serious damage can still be repaired."
Dumbledore showed a hint of confusion, and then he understood why Glenn suddenly became curious about the Elder Wand.
"So, I'm curious whether the magic power of the Elder Wand is a special and powerful magic power."
"I have to admit, I can't answer this question." Dumbledore shrugged, "But it's worth a try."
Glenn grinned.
"Then I'll find a broken wand in a few days."
"Okay." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, with a hint of endearment in his eyes.
Although he didn't tell anyone, the old principal really admired the kid Glenn.
Glenn said a few more words until Dumbledore realized that it was a little late, then waved his hand and urged him to return to Ravenclaw Tower.
Just as Glenn stood up, there was a knock on the office door.
“Tuk Tuk Tuk~”
Glenn gave Dumbledore a questioning look and raised the invisibility cloak in his hand.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "Please come in."
The oak door opened, and His Highness the Half-blood Prince, dressed in everyday black robes, pushed the door open and entered.
He was still the same as before, with his back straight and the wind blowing under his feet.
Seeing Glenn appearing in the office, he was slightly stunned.
"Good evening, Professor Snape." Glenn said with a well-behaved look on his face.
"Ah."
The professor agreed and nodded slightly.
For him, this was a very polite way to respond.
"Then I'll go back first, Professor Dumbledore? Goodbye, Professor Snape."
"Okay Glenn, good night."
Dumbledore waved to him with a smile and winked behind Professor Snape.
The journey back was smooth.
On the map, Filch and Mrs. Norris were patrolling the only way Glenn could go back.
However, Glenn relied on the invisibility cloak he had just obtained and swaggered past the man and the cat.
Mrs. Norris seemed to be aware of it and washed her nose, but she could only stare blankly at the empty corridor in front of her.
Glenn did not stay long and returned to Ravenclaw Tower smoothly, climbed the spiral staircase and entered the common room.
It was approaching midnight, and many people had returned to their dormitories to rest, leaving only a few night owls who had no morning classes the next day and academics who concentrated on studying.
And autumn.
She was leaning on an armchair with her head tilted, drowsily as if she had fallen asleep.
Glenn walked over gently.
The girl was breathing shallowly, sleeping peacefully, and her brows were slightly wrinkled, wondering if she had had a dream.
As if feeling someone in front of her, Qiu Xing turned around and rubbed her eyes with a pair of white hands.
"Well...you're back, Glenn."
The voice was soft, with the softness of a girl just waking up.
Glenn felt as if his heartbeat had missed a few beats.
"Why did you sleep here?"
He asked, sitting on the coffee table opposite, with a hint of reproach in his tone.
"It's okay anyway. I'm just waiting for you here. I didn't expect that I fell asleep accidentally."
The girl's faint smile made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
"Go back and rest!" Glenn ruffled her hair distressedly, not feeling that his action was too intimate.
Qiu was stunned for a moment, a blush appeared on her pretty face, but she didn't stop it.
"Okay." She stood up gently, rubbed the sore back of her neck, and asked with concern, "What does Dumbledore want to see you for? Isn't there the same danger as last year?"
"No." Glenn smiled at her, "It's about Harry. Dumbledore wants me to take care of him more."
"That's it..." Qiu looked relieved, "Then I'll go back to sleep, and you should go to bed early."
"OK, good night."
"Good night."
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Dumbledore's suspicious look, and said, "I understand what you mean, Professor."
Dumbledore obviously didn't know what he was thinking, and just gave his own instructions.
"Although Harry has some flaws in his character and would be more difficult to get along with, I am convinced that he is a very sincere and kind-hearted child."
Glenn nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, even if you don't come to me today, I will try my best to help Harry."
He said it with his mouth, and silently added something in his heart.
Who makes him the protagonist and the ratio of currency exchange is so high?
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and took a sip of the tea in his cup.
The two of them chatted about some common gossip like the elders and juniors in ordinary families.
When talking about practicing wand making during the holidays, Glenn suddenly had an idea, hesitated, and asked.
"By the way, Professor. Can I ask you a less relevant question?"
Dumbledore put down his teacup and replied, "Of course, you say so."
"Regarding the legend of the three brothers, since the invisibility cloak really exists, then the Elder Wand should be far more powerful than ordinary wands, right?"
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharper from behind his glasses.
"Yes, the Elder Wand, also known as the Wand of Destiny, is the legendary wand of Death. It contains mysterious power that is difficult to achieve with ordinary wands."
He picked up his wand from the table and gently placed it in front of Glenn's eyes.
It was a wand that was dark brown all over, and the grain of the wood itself was almost invisible.
The slender staff has six knob-like protrusions arranged from bottom to top.The closer the knob is to the tip of the stick, the smaller the shape.
There are honeycomb-like pores on the wood knobs. If you look closely, you can see a faint halo flowing inside.
The color is magnificent and fascinating.
"But I must remind you, Glenn. Every time the Elder Wand appears in history, it is accompanied by a bloody storm, just like the Grimoire."
Dumbledore did not take his wand back, but said seriously.
"Although it is indeed very powerful, what really determines the strength of a wizard is not the wand, but the wizard himself. There is no invincible wand in this world, and the Elder Wand is just the icing on the cake for the strong."
Glenn looked up, smiled, and winked.
"You misunderstood, Professor. I was not attracted by the legend of the wand, but I remembered a sentence I saw in the book."
"What?" Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's a book about wandology in Ravenclaw's private library." Glenn made up some nonsense. "It probably means that there is almost no way to restore a wand that has been broken by an external force. You can only replace it with a new one." Wand. I've checked with my grandfather about that."
When he said this, he stopped and took a look at the cold tea in the cup.
Dumbledore waved his hand silently. Without moving the wand on the table, the remaining tea in the cup disappeared instantly. The teapot on the silver plate slowly floated over, and a new cup of steaming tea was poured.
This move is a bit cool when cast without a wand.
"The book also says that under the influence of some special powerful magic, even such serious damage can still be repaired."
Dumbledore showed a hint of confusion, and then he understood why Glenn suddenly became curious about the Elder Wand.
"So, I'm curious whether the magic power of the Elder Wand is a special and powerful magic power."
"I have to admit, I can't answer this question." Dumbledore shrugged, "But it's worth a try."
Glenn grinned.
"Then I'll find a broken wand in a few days."
"Okay." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, with a hint of endearment in his eyes.
Although he didn't tell anyone, the old principal really admired the kid Glenn.
Glenn said a few more words until Dumbledore realized that it was a little late, then waved his hand and urged him to return to Ravenclaw Tower.
Just as Glenn stood up, there was a knock on the office door.
“Tuk Tuk Tuk~”
Glenn gave Dumbledore a questioning look and raised the invisibility cloak in his hand.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "Please come in."
The oak door opened, and His Highness the Half-blood Prince, dressed in everyday black robes, pushed the door open and entered.
He was still the same as before, with his back straight and the wind blowing under his feet.
Seeing Glenn appearing in the office, he was slightly stunned.
"Good evening, Professor Snape." Glenn said with a well-behaved look on his face.
"Ah."
The professor agreed and nodded slightly.
For him, this was a very polite way to respond.
"Then I'll go back first, Professor Dumbledore? Goodbye, Professor Snape."
"Okay Glenn, good night."
Dumbledore waved to him with a smile and winked behind Professor Snape.
The journey back was smooth.
On the map, Filch and Mrs. Norris were patrolling the only way Glenn could go back.
However, Glenn relied on the invisibility cloak he had just obtained and swaggered past the man and the cat.
Mrs. Norris seemed to be aware of it and washed her nose, but she could only stare blankly at the empty corridor in front of her.
Glenn did not stay long and returned to Ravenclaw Tower smoothly, climbed the spiral staircase and entered the common room.
It was approaching midnight, and many people had returned to their dormitories to rest, leaving only a few night owls who had no morning classes the next day and academics who concentrated on studying.
And autumn.
She was leaning on an armchair with her head tilted, drowsily as if she had fallen asleep.
Glenn walked over gently.
The girl was breathing shallowly, sleeping peacefully, and her brows were slightly wrinkled, wondering if she had had a dream.
As if feeling someone in front of her, Qiu Xing turned around and rubbed her eyes with a pair of white hands.
"Well...you're back, Glenn."
The voice was soft, with the softness of a girl just waking up.
Glenn felt as if his heartbeat had missed a few beats.
"Why did you sleep here?"
He asked, sitting on the coffee table opposite, with a hint of reproach in his tone.
"It's okay anyway. I'm just waiting for you here. I didn't expect that I fell asleep accidentally."
The girl's faint smile made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
"Go back and rest!" Glenn ruffled her hair distressedly, not feeling that his action was too intimate.
Qiu was stunned for a moment, a blush appeared on her pretty face, but she didn't stop it.
"Okay." She stood up gently, rubbed the sore back of her neck, and asked with concern, "What does Dumbledore want to see you for? Isn't there the same danger as last year?"
"No." Glenn smiled at her, "It's about Harry. Dumbledore wants me to take care of him more."
"That's it..." Qiu looked relieved, "Then I'll go back to sleep, and you should go to bed early."
"OK, good night."
"Good night."
