Chapter 964 The True Master of the Elder Wand

Dumbledore's magic underwent a qualitative change after being amplified by the Elder Wand.

It cannot be said to be a moment, but the three masters did calm down completely after blinking their eyes.

Gregorovitch's face was full of guilt. He remembered clearly what the quarrel was about.

The same went for Ollivander and Merovingian. If Dumbledore hadn't cast magic in time, they would have probably been fighting by now.

"Three masters, the warriors will be here shortly. Do you need to prepare anything else?"

"I..." The three of them looked at each other awkwardly.

Gregorovitch gave a very friendly smile, "You go first, Master Merovingian."

Merovingian smiled back, "Nothing, I just wanted to get some fresh air outside."

Ollivander chuckled and responded, "Actually, I'd like to get some fresh air outside, too."

"Well." Gregorovitch turned to look at Dumbledore, "It seems we need to adjust our mood."

"Of course, no problem." Dumbledore nodded. "The warriors shouldn't come so soon. We have plenty of time to prepare."

The three masters laughed awkwardly and walked out of the classroom one after another.

Gregorovitch was the last to leave, but he paused in amazement as Dumbledore took back the Elder Wand.

"Master Gregorovitch?"

"It's you? So you are the young man from that year."

Dumbledore was confused. "Master Gregorovitch, I suppose this is the first time we meet today, or have we bumped into each other somewhere before?"

Due to the influence of the calming spell, Gregorovitch's rising anger suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He sighed helplessly, "Wand...your wand..."

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand again, "My wand?"

That powerful wand turned out to be the Elder Wand, one of the three Deathly Hallows.

Gregorovitch nodded with a look of regret, "Sir Dumbledore, I will not say more about what happened back then. Please rest assured that I have no intention of asking you to return it to me."

Dumbledore understood.

It was not difficult to infer from Gregorovitch's words that the young man must have used some dishonorable tricks to get the old wand in his hand.

Either cheat, steal, or rob.

The previous owner of the Elder Wand was Grindelwald, who could do such things without any psychological burden.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at the old wand in his hand with deep eyes, as if he was secretly delighted as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

After a moment, he looked at Gregorovitch apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Gregorovitch, this wand was actually given to me for safekeeping by an old friend of mine."

He handed over the Elder Wand without any lingering feelings in his eyes. "Since you are the real owner of the wand, I think it's time for me to return it to its rightful owner."

Gregorovitch's eyes widened, and he was extremely surprised at his return of the Elder Wand.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I believe you have figured out the origin of this wand. Are you really willing to return it to me?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with nostalgia. "I do not desire the powerful power it contains. To me, it is just a souvenir that carries the memories of my old friend."

Gregorovitch smiled with relief and pushed the old wand back, "No wonder your old friend gave it to you for safekeeping. In fact, I only owned it for a short time and I am not its owner.

And you, Mr. Dumbledore, you are its true owner."

The powerful Old Wand has always been the lifelong pursuit of countless wizards. They desire this powerful force and are willing to pay any price for it.

But Dumbledore is different. His attachment to the Elder Wand is simply because of the memories it carries.

Gregorovitch was still under the influence of the Calming Spell, so what he said might not be what he really meant.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand gently to dispel the magic and handed it over again. "My old friend is still alive and well. This belongs to you, Master."

Gregorovitch stretched out his hand with great hesitation, and after a brief ideological struggle, he once again decisively pushed the Elder Wand over.

He really thought it through, saw through it, and felt relieved.

“In my hands, it will only become a research object, and may even attract more people who covet its powerful strength.

Perhaps Master Ollivander is right. The wand chooses the wizard. Mr. Dumbledore, only you can bring out its greater effect. "

Gregorovitch's words touched Dumbledore.

When he saw the Resurrection Stone at the Gaunt mansion before, he thought about taking it for himself, but he finally restrained himself and gave it to Vincent, who was not affected by it, for safekeeping.

The situation now is the same as it was then. In order to avoid a new round of bloodshed caused by the fight for the Elder Wand, it is most appropriate for him to keep the Elder Wand.

"Okay." Dumbledore calmly accepted the Elder Wand. "Master Gregorovitch, do you need to go outside to get some fresh air and adjust your mood?"

"No need." After Gregorovitch untied the knot in his heart, he felt much more refreshed and calm.

I believe that in the next wand testing ceremony, even if he has a disagreement with Ollivander or Merovingian, he will not quarrel with them like he did just now.

outside the classroom,

Colin, looking excited, led Vincent and the others into the corridor.

Of course Snape would not let anyone go easily, especially since he chose Harry to test the effect of the antidote he had just made.

However, his plan was doomed to fail, and he was even so angry that he jumped up and down.

"Professor Snape, I'm not targeting you. I just think you chose Harry to test the antidote because you have some ulterior motive."

When Vincent said this just now, he deliberately glanced at Draco who stood up and walked towards the door. Even Crabbe and Goyle, two students who only had strong limbs, could figure out what was going on.

What could Snape do but grit his teeth and let him go. Moreover, he could not continue to target Harry in a similar way, otherwise he would definitely have ulterior motives.

"Vincent, you were so handsome just now!" Colin's eyes were full of stars.

For him, perhaps apart from Harry, the person he admired most was Vincent, who dared to confront Snape head-on.

"Tsk—" Draco curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "What's so great about that?"

Vincent was too lazy to pay attention to the little golden retriever. All he could think about was why the Ministry of Magic had pooped again.

The equipment for recording videos is not difficult to operate, and it comes with a thick instruction manual.

There's no threshold required, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand alchemy at all. Why can't Bagman and old Batty figure it out?

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