Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

true colors...

"this..."

Glenn quickly became vigilant. Although this place seemed to be most likely just an illusion, including forests, swamps and lakes, even the lake witch Vivian in front of him was not real.

But out of his cautious character, he still doesn't dare to reveal his true appearance.

Seemingly seeing his reluctance, Vivian's expression became a little colder.

"It's so rude to be so secretive." She glanced at Glenn and snorted, "It seems like you don't want to leave here smoothly!"

"Of course not!" Glenn shook his head with a smile, "The fairy misunderstood... It's just because the disguise magic is more complicated, and I'm not very proficient in mastering it..."

He quickly closed his eyes, and a figure appeared in his mind. His skin slowly floated, and his body shape and appearance changed accordingly.

Not long after, the originally tall and muscular Knight of the Round Table had completely transformed into a young man.

Although his body is obviously much thinner under the heavy armor, his height is not much shorter than Sir Belvedere.

It seemed that because his appearance was much more handsome than expected, Vivian was stunned for a moment and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Hidden by half-long black hair are a pair of narrow red eyes, thin lips, and a slightly pale face.

There is no doubt that this appearance is still not that of Glenn himself, but that of His Highness the Dark Lord who has not yet had time to approach the snake-like creature - Tom Riddle.

What bad intentions could Glenn have?

When you go out and face this kind of old monster who will stab you if you disagree with him, and you can't beat him again and again, it should be very reasonable to open a small account to avoid being resented.

Although it seems that this place is just an illusion at the moment, and the succubus in the lake may just be a figment of magic, you still have to be on guard against others, be careful, and you won't do anything wrong in the end.

Vivian said nothing more, turned around slightly, returned to the lake, and her enchanting figure slowly submerged into the lake.

Glenn breathed a long sigh of relief, and just as he was about to turn around and leave the jungle, the surrounding environment once again became distorted and illusory, broken into various magical powers, and gradually dissipated.

At the same time, a figure appeared in front of him.

The man was wearing a very contemporary navy blue robe, which looked like a style that was popular more than ten years ago.

Perhaps because he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, his hair and beard have grown astonishingly, almost catching up with Dumbledore's level. The only difference is that Dumbledore's hair and beard are pure silver white, and the one in front of him

People are a gray-black color mixed with grizzled whites, scattered randomly, making them look even more unkempt.

Seeing this image, Glenn immediately made a guess about his identity.

He bowed slightly and asked tentatively: "Are you...Mr. Dearborn?"

"That's right, it's me!" A smile immediately appeared on the man's face, he pushed his hair out of his eyes and said loudly, "Dumbledore has indeed received my message, this is really great!"

He couldn't hide his excitement and patted Glenn hard on the shoulder.

"He is worthy of being chosen by Dumbledore. He passed Old Merlin's test so easily. It's really wonderful!"

Glenn had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. He could only maintain an awkward but polite smile and listen quietly.

"By the way, I was so happy that I almost forgot to ask your name, look at my brain!" Mr. Dearborn talked to himself for a long time before he realized what he was saying and asked.

"My name is Glenn Ollivander, sir. Just call me Glenn."

"Ollivander..." Dearborn was stunned for a moment, then showed a surprised expression, "You are the little boy from the Ollivander family, and you have grown so big in the blink of an eye!"

He smiled heartily, looked at Glenn up and down several times, and couldn't help but squeeze Glenn's arm.

"You may not know that I hugged you when you were little!"

Glenn kept a smile on his face, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart, why everyone always said this when they met - "I hugged you when you were a child!"

"My grandfather told me, Mr. Dearborn, thanks to you for sending me to Diagon Alley, otherwise I would have probably died at the hands of those Death Eaters."

Glenn was truly grateful from the bottom of his heart for this person C·D. If it hadn't been for him, he might have lost his life right after he had just traveled through time.

"Can I ask you a few questions about what happened back then?" Although he knew it was not the time to ask about this matter, he hesitated and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, kid, but not now." Dearborn said, "Don't worry, when we leave here, I will answer all your questions without any reservations."

"Okay, sir, thank you." Glenn nodded knowingly, "What should we do now?"

Dearborn looked up at the sun in the sky, waved to Glenn, and said, "The time is right now. I will take you to meet a very important person. If you miss it, you will have to wait until this time tomorrow."

Glenn said nothing more and followed the other party obediently into the small jungle beside the Carmel River.

Although he is still in the ruins, for some reason, the system's map function has returned to normal.

Compared with the dense forests and swamps in the previous fantasy, this place was obviously much safer. Dearborn waved his wand and pushed aside the shrubs and vines blocking the way, and soon led Glenn to a stone monument by the river.

"I think even if I don't explain, you should be able to guess who the person I brought you here to meet is right?"

Glenn looked at the empty marble monument without a word on it and nodded.

"According to the information you gave Professor Dumbledore, this should be the legendary magician Mr. Merlin, right?"

"That's right." Dearborn nodded, "There's still a while before he can appear. Let's wait here for a while."

Glenn suddenly remembered something and quickly took out a small pocket box from his pocket and put it aside.

"What is this?" Dearborn looked at Glenn with some confusion as he pulled out his wand.

"Get bigger quickly!"

Glenn waved his wand, a silver light flashed, and the box quickly returned to its normal size.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring this," he said, pressing the buckle and opening the box, revealing the dazzling array of food inside. "They are all delicacies prepared by the house elves at Hogwarts."

Looking at the exquisite meals in the box that he had not seen for a long time, Dearborn was slightly stunned, showing a nostalgic look, "More than ten years have passed in a flash, and I haven't tasted the elf's craftsmanship for a long time..."

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