Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn, who was still a child, blinked, feeling a little guilty.

You know, he even considered flashing a backstab last night and sending Patricia away in one wave.

"You actually used the killing curse..."

Dumbledore looked slightly surprised. He only felt the murderous intention that broke out after Patricia returned to the bedroom, and did not know what happened in the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Fortunately, I had already run to a corner and was able to escape."

Glenn showed a frightened expression and once again concealed his flashing ability.

"I find it very strange. Under the circumstances, she didn't seem to have to kill me, right?"

Dumbledore pondered for a long time and nodded.

"That's right, with Professor Rick's wisdom, he shouldn't do such an impulsive thing. This is also a situation I didn't consider, so I neglected to protect you."

His eyes were sincere, and he could hear the apology in his tone.

Glenn's eyes lit up, he immediately hit the snake on the stick and took the opportunity to speak.

"That's it, professor, you see..." He pretended to be shy, "I am facing a great danger now. Professor Rick may have known that I was the one who ruined her plan yesterday...

Do you understand what I mean?"

How could Glenn, who was still a child, have any bad intentions?

"Oh?" Dumbledore blinked and showed a sly smile.

"I may not quite understand, kid, please be considerate of an old guy's inflexible mind."

Glenn was a little embarrassed and secretly cursed "Old Fox" in his mind, but he had to smile flatteringly on his face.

"I mean...should you give me something to save my life?"

He stopped playing riddles and just said it directly.

Dumbledore made an expression of realization, slapped his forehead, and nodded with deep understanding.

"It makes sense, you should have said it straight away!"

Glenn looked at his naughty and proud look and couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

Dumbledore took out a slender gold and red feather from his hand and handed it across the table.

Glenn stood up and took it, a thin piece of it.

Feathers are weightless, with a touch of warmth and softness, and seem to have a soothing effect.

"As a descendant of the Ollivander family, I think you should know what this is, right?" Dumbledore stroked the big fiery red bird standing on the shelf next to him.

"Phoenix feathers, but they don't seem to be the tail feathers used to make the core of the wand," Glenn glanced at Dumbledore's big bird (crossed out) phoenix and replied, "These should be the feathers on the wings, right?"

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly: "Your vision is very accurate. The feathers are hard and not suitable for the core of the staff, but they retain a trace of the connection with the phoenix."

He pointed to the phoenix beside him and continued.

"When you are in danger, hold it firmly in your hand. Fox will sense it immediately and bring me to you."

(The feather part is privately owned.)

Glenn nodded slightly.

As we all know, the phoenix's teleportation ability is the same as that of the elf, and it can ignore the anti-Apparition spell of Hogwarts.

This feather is equivalent to a free golden legendary fighter summoning card, which is very suitable for use as a life-saving trump card.

but.

Glenn narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something was wrong with Dumbledore.

The feather was picked up directly from the table by the old fox, rather than temporarily taken off from Fox's body.

Obviously, this has been prepared for a long time.

Combined with the way he deliberately acted stupid just now, Glenn had a vague feeling that there might be something good to be gained from the principal.

For Glenn Ollivander, making less means losing money.

And he never loses.

Glenn carefully put Fox's feathers into his shirt pocket.

"Professor, look..."

He showed a profiteer-like expression, much like the one that a certain business genius often wears on his face.

"Although this Lingyu is good, it is a one-time use after all. It will always trouble you to take action, and it will not improve my strength..."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly: "What do you mean?"

There's drama!

Glenn felt happy and continued: "In fact, improving my own strength is the fundamental solution to the problem, right?"

"Hmm... That makes sense." Dumbledore nodded seriously, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"It would be great if you could teach me some skills in using magic." A smile broke out on Glenn's face, "For example, casting spells without a wand..."

Casting magic without a wand was not something he said casually, but it was really practical.

According to the Ollivander family's collection of books, for wizards, wands are not just as simple as amplifying spells.

If people are compared to teapots and magic is compared to tea, then the wand plays the role of the spout of the teapot.

To put it simply, it is a guiding effect.

A wizard who loses his wand is like a teapot without a spout. The magic in his body can only gush out from the lid.

Therefore, wizards who have long been accustomed to using wands and have not received training in wandless spellcasting will become toothless tigers once they lose their wands.

Of course, many people can cast spells without a wand, but the effect varies greatly.

When Harry encountered the Dementors on Privet Drive, he could only use a wand glow charm to make the tip of the wand emit a faint light.

If you have a master who is good at this, you can even release the complete patron saint with your bare hands.

Only those who reach Dumbledore's level can cast wandless spells in the true sense and qualify as special abilities.

There are far more than a few experts in the world who are good at wandless spellcasting, including Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

According to records, wizards in America and Africa, before the introduction of the wand, had magic systems that did not require a wand.

Even today, there are still many people who refuse to use magic tools like wands.

It can only be said that the European magic society has a narrow road.

Of course, the Ollivander family is responsible for this situation, but it is not a big one.

Would anyone else, after getting used to hot weapons, still go up and fight others with bare hands?

In addition to practical considerations, Glenn also wanted to consider the system's proficiency rules.

Of course, proficiency comes from more than just mall redemption.

Reading, practicing, and the teacher's guidance will all improve proficiency. The only difference is the degree of increase.

If you learn from Dumbledore's thoughts and feelings, the effect will definitely be the same.

Dumbledore was unaware of Glenn's inner drama in a short period of time, but looked at him with a smile and said.

"If I guess correctly, you should be bargaining, right?"

Glenn was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded honestly.

Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look.

"The well-reasoned statement you made just now reminds me of an old friend..."