In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 11: The Shore of the Sea

The cluster of silver sparks caught the eyes of everyone present.

Neville and the others looked bewildered, Professor McGonagall showed a surprised look on her face, while Dumbledore stood frozen looking at the wand in Jon's hand.

It is a wand that is roughly 14 inches long, with a straight body and a very smooth surface, as if its previous owner had taken great care of it, and although there are obvious signs of use, you can tell it has been well cared for.

The silvery sparks sprayed cheerfully for a good three or four seconds before slowly coming to a halt.

Jon looked a little overwhelmed by the situation, unable to figure out why the wand had actually reacted so much in his hands.

"It likes you a lot."

Dumbledore snapped out of that nostalgic state of thought after the sparks had stopped, and looked at Jon with an emotional and complex look.

"A wand made of chestnut wood with a phoenix tail feather core, an uncommon combination. With the exception of the current one who is not worthy of that title, the three consecutive Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot High Court have all used wands made of chestnut wood, only their wands had unicorn hair as the core, a combination that is extremely righteous, but when it is replaced with a phoenix tail feather, it becomes versatile."

He seemed very familiar with the information about the wand in Jon's hand, yet he merely described about the wand itself, not saying a word about the person who had used it.

Jon looked hesitantly at the wand in his hand, his instincts telling him that there must be a big story behind this wand.

"And the person who had used this wand was?"

Dumbledore smiled and rubbed Jon's hair.

"I've told enough sad stories for the day, so let's call it a day son, and whoever once used this wand, I'm sure you'll use it well, won't you?"

"Is it mine now?"

"Why not?"

Jon dropped the doubt in his mind, and since Dumbledore didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to pursue it.

In this wizarding world, apart from the Elder Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows, the other wands do not distinguish in terms of their power and might, it mainly depends on the person using the magic themselves.

Even if this wand had more stories, they all belonged to its previous owner, and now all it could bring to Jon would be the opportunity for him to start experiencing the world of magic.

After all the new students had received their wands, Dumbledore did not let them leave immediately and gave them a final message in front of them all.

"The wands in your hands are engraved with the Turning Spell, each of the professors at Hogwarts and the wizards in the Order of the Phoenix will do their best to keep you safe, but if at some point something bad happens to you, and you lose all signs of life in your body, the Turning Spell will transport the wands back to me on its own. This is just an insurance measure, wands are the scarcest resource for us, but again, I would very much not want to find at some point in the future that this cupboard in which the wands are stored to have an additional wand that you have already taken with you."

All five freshmen walked out of the Headmaster's office in a heavy mood, and Professor McGonagall, who is leading the way, sensed what looked like a lack of interest in all of them and said as they walked.

"I'll first take you to the dormitory room where you would live, by the time when you are all settled there, I believe Hagrid will also be able to find a suitable place, and although we are now on a wagon, the tradition of the Hogwarts orientation party has not been lost, and everyone will be celebrating your admission tonight, so let's just relax until then."

Just as Professor McGonagall's words fell, the ground beneath them, which had been faintly bumpy, suddenly trembled for a moment and then calmed down completely again.

Jon's heart instantly rose, since he gained a clear perception of the dangers of this world, he constantly remained on guard. Even though he had not learned a single magic spell yet, he still gripped the wand he had just been given in his hand.

The other freshmen, Neville, Ron and the rest of them also had panicked expressions on their faces, but soon a loud, thick voice rang out through the wagon, calming their nerves completely.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've arrived at the place where we can get out of the coach to prepare for the orientation dinner."

It was Hagrid's voice, and just as his voice echoed, there was a sudden disturbance in some of the rooms around the long corridor.

The doors of each room were opened and students of all ages came running out of them with cheers, most of them stopped their jubilation when they saw Professor McGonagall, Jon and the gang standing on the Long Corridor.

One student asked cautiously.

"Professor McGonagall, can we go out now?"

When she looked at their expectant faces, Professor McGonagall, who had originally straightened her face up, could not help but ease her face again, and she sighed and waved her hand.

"Since Hagrid said it's fine, that means it's safe out there, so all go down and get ready."

"Hooray for the Professor!"

The students cheered and gathered in groups on the long corridor, before heading in the direction of the entrance hall, and in the midst of them, Jon saw a pair of twin brothers, also with red hair, who winked at Ron.

In just a few seconds, like monkeys returning to the mountain, the long corridor, which had been swarming with people pouring out of the rooms, emptied once again.

All that was left behind were the new students who had only arrived today, who looked at Professor McGonagall with blank stares.

Of course, Professor McGonagall knew the little things in their minds and seeing that they had no luggage to put down in their hands except the wands they had just received, she could only say helplessly.

"Then you will follow along, remember not to wander outside and stay with the older children, and make sure you don't leave the area twenty metres away from the wagon."

"We promise to do as we're told, Professor!"

Ron was the first to scramble outside, and the others followed his lead towards the outside of the wagon.

They had felt enough heaviness and pressure for the day, and now they couldn't help but have smiles on their faces at the sight of the energetic upperclassmen.

Professor McGonagall stood in the long corridor, watching their young backs fade away, and the aged face, which looked stern all the time, could not help but break into a gentle smile.

Jon walked past the long corridor and through the entrance hall with the four of them and stepped out of the wagon.

When Lily had brought him to the wagon, it had already got dark outside, and at this point, the night sky has long been filled with stars.

The place they are now in is no longer the muggle town beneath the safe house hill, instead, it is a wide expanse of sandy beach.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled the waves, carrying the echoing sound of the waves to their ears as the wagon bearing the Hogwarts school name docked on the shore of the ocean.

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