Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn's old face turned red, and then he realized that he had thought too much.

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 troublesome 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 added something silently in his heart.

Who makes him the protagonist and has such a high rate of currency exchange?

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 tea cup and replied: "Of course, you say."

"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 stick 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 becomes.

There are honeycomb-like pores on the wood knobs. If you look carefully, you can see a faint halo flowing inside.

The color is magnificent and fascinating.

"But I must remind you that every appearance of Glenn the Elder Wand in history is accompanied by a bloody storm, just like the Grimoire."

Dumbledore did not take back his wand, 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 blinked.

"You misunderstood, Professor. I was not attracted by the legend of the wand, but I remembered a sentence I read in the book."

"What?" Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's a book on 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."

Magic wand. I have checked with my grandfather about this."

When he said this, he stopped and took a look at the cool tea in the cup.

Dumbledore waved his hand silently, without moving the wand on the table, the remaining tea in the cup disappeared instantly, and the teapot on the silver plate slowly floated over, pouring a cup of steaming new tea.

This move is a bit cool to 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 more curious about 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 either." 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 this kid Glenn.

Glenn said a few more words until Dumbledore realized that it was a little late, and then he waved his hand and urged him to return to Ravenclaw Tower.

Glenn had just stood up when 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.

"Um."

The professor agreed and nodded slightly,

For him, this was already a very polite response.

"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 are patrolling the path Glenn must take 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.

There is also autumn.

She was leaning on an armchair with her head tilted, feeling drowsy and seemed to have 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 are you sleeping here?"

He sat on the coffee table opposite and asked, his tone slightly reproachful.

"Anyway, it's okay. I'm just waiting for you here. I didn't expect that I fell asleep accidentally."

The girl's faint smile makes people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.

"Go back and rest!" Glenn ruffled her hair with some distress, 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 it 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."

"Okay, good night."

"Good night."