Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

In the next week, Andre almost completed the initial control of Norbeta. The little female dragon was basically able to understand his instructions, but he only considered some complicated combat instructions if there was to be a battle in the future. He still needs to further train Norbert.

There is only one week left before the start of Hogwarts, and Andre also received a book list and a purchase list of necessary items from the school owl. Fortunately, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester is Sirius Blake, not the original Gilderoy Lockhart, so he didn't need to buy a series of works by Mr. Liar.

At the same time, Andre also received a letter from the Wizengamot, which informed him that he would go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow to participate in the [-] Merlin Knight Order Ceremony, and stated that he would receive a A third-class medal.

This is what Cornelius Fudge promised him after the Pettigrew incident. Although Andre himself did not think such an honor was a big deal. After all, even Mr. Lockhart had a third-class medal. But he would definitely not be so ungrateful in denying respect to the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot. He would still go on this trip after all.

Early the next morning, after Andrei finished feeding Norberta, he walked to the Hog's Head pub. There was no fireplace connected to the floo network in his small house, so he had to go to the pub to borrow one from Aberforth.

Walking out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, Old Tom's business was already good at this point, and the waiters were shuttling between the hall and the kitchen carrying a variety of breakfasts.

"Oh, Andre!" Old Tom immediately spotted Andre getting out of the fireplace. He shouted excitedly: "I've heard that you caught the betrayer at Hogwarts. The Potters' Peter Pettigrew, right?"

Andre scratched his head, not expecting that this matter had been announced. He had been staying in Hogsmeade these days and had not paid much attention to the news in the magical world.

"Merlin's beard, I can't believe it. We have wronged Mr. Black for so many years, and a good man has been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years." Old Tom continued: "That place is terrible. This is not what normal people should be treated with.”

Andre could only agree, but because of Old Tom's loud voice just now, all the guests in the bar turned their attention to him, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.

But the bar owner was still very interested in this matter. He glanced at a newspaper on the counter and asked: "By the way, I saw it was said in the Daily Prophet that you would Is it true that you have become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin since the founding of the Order of Merlin? Are you here to attend the Wizengamot Medal Ceremony today?"

"Yes." Andre nodded. At this time, he found that more and more guests began to gather around. Although he himself did not think that a third-class Merlin Order of Merlin was a big deal, but for the wizarding world For most people, this is a high honor.

Especially when the man who received the medal was just a student at Hogwarts, everyone would be curious about him.

Andre also experienced the feeling that Harry had when he first entered the wizarding world, as if everyone was watching him like a rare animal in the zoo.

Fortunately, someone greeted him again at this time.

"Andre! You're here too!" It was the Harry he was thinking about just now, but this time he didn't follow the Weasley family to the bar. Standing behind Harry was his godfather, the little boy. Sirius Black.

"Hi, Harry, and Sirius, long time no see." Andre hurriedly got out of the crowd.

"Are you also here to participate in the Wizengamot's investiture ceremony?" Harry's face was filled with a happy atmosphere. Perhaps for him, being able to leave Privet Drive during the summer vacation was a very special thing. What a happy thing.

"Well," Andre said, "I received a letter from the owl yesterday, but it didn't tell me what level of medal Sirius will be awarded."

"It's the Order of Merlin, Second Class." Harry replied immediately: "We also received the letter yesterday, because there is a Loyalty Charm over at Grimmauld Place. We only found out that an owl had been nearby when we went out at night. Wandering around, you know, it couldn't get into the house."

"Don't care too much about those so-called medals, Andre." However, Sirius didn't feel much about such honors. Instead, he advised: "The real greatness is not who awards you any medals, but what you do." What. Of course, the things you did last semester are indeed worthy of praise, but don’t be dazzled by other people’s praise.”

Of course Andre would not be tired of such preaching. In fact, he was not excited about this award, especially now that Miss Witch is missing, if it were not for the recent completion of Norbert's spiritual control , his mood may be even worse.

"Hi, Sirius, Harry, oh, and Andre, you are all here." While the three of them were talking, several more figures emerged from the fireplace in the bar.

You can tell from their conspicuous red hair that they are the Weasley family.

Arthur took the lead in saying hello to the three of them, followed by the twin brothers and Ron. Then Mrs. Weasley also walked out of the fireplace with Ginny. Strangely, they did not see their third son. Percy.

"Percy knew that you were going to the Ministry of Magic to attend the Wizengamot Medal Ceremony today, so he directly refused to come to Diagon Alley. Anyway, he didn't have anything to buy this year. He asked his mother to give him the textbooks on the list. Just take it back." It was George who explained to Andre, and he covered his mouth and whispered.

Andre shrugged his shoulders. He actually didn't have much of an objection to Percy. After all, he was just upholding school rules, and of course his authority as a prefect. However, the two of them really didn't get along very well. It had nothing to do with good or evil. It's just that everyone's views are different.

"Ginny is going to school this year, and we have to buy a new wand for her. By the way, Sirius, it seems that you haven't bought a wand since you came out of Azkaban. Do you want to go to Austria with us? Mr. Levander's shop?" After the greetings, Arthur talked about what they were going to do next: "The Wizengamot investiture ceremony will be held in the afternoon, and there is still a lot of time for us. Take a walk around Diagon Alley.”

However, Sirius didn't seem to have this intention. He shook his head and refused: "I found a wand left by my previous ancestors in the Black family's ancestral home. That is enough for me to use, and I have to bring Harry with me." First go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to buy this semester’s textbooks.”

"Sirius," but then Andre suddenly interrupted: "I think Mr. Weasley is right, you should buy a new wand. Mr. Ollivander always said that the wand chooses the wizard, and It’s not the wizard who chooses the wand, the right wand can help you perform magic better.”

In fact, it was Andre who thought of how in the original plot, because Sirius had never been cleared of his identity as a fugitive from Azkaban, his wand was randomly found at that time. Later, during the battle in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, He was defeated by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and was killed by this loyal Death Eater. Perhaps it was because he did not have a wand handy.

But Sirius still shook his head disdainfully. He didn't think a wand could change anything.

Andre had no choice but to give Harry a wink. Among them, he was probably the only one who could persuade Sirius, his godson.

Fortunately, Harry's understanding ability is pretty good. He obviously understood what Andre meant, so he said: "Either we go to Mr. Ollivander's shop first, that won't take much time, and I think Andre has a point."

"That's just the words that old guy Ollivander used to sell wands. I never thought there was anything wrong with using other people's wands." Sirius said still stiffly.

"I don't think so, Sirius." A gentle voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" "Mr. Headmaster!"

Dumbledore, who was wearing a white robe, nodded to everyone, and then continued to say to Sirius: "Ollivander's words are not wrong. It is always the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand. Considering that Voldemort has not yet To truly die, I also think that you may need your help in the near future, so I think you should follow Arthur and Andre's advice and buy a wand that suits you."

Facing the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, even with Sirius's stubborn character, it was difficult to openly object to his words, so he had no choice but to ask: "Why are you here?"

"Have you forgotten that I am the chief mage of the Wizengamot?" Dumbledore explained with a smile: "I will host the investiture ceremony for you and Andre in the afternoon. You won't mind if I am Will the old man come and award you with the Order of Merlin?"

"You're joking, it's too late for us to feel honored." Andre replied hurriedly.

Sirius also shook his head in confusion.

"Okay, I have to go to the Ministry of Magic to discuss things with Connelly in the afternoon. You can first go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks and equipment for next semester. Harry, don't forget to take your godfather to Orly. Mr. Fander." Dumbledore finally waved to everyone and asked Harry.

After the headmaster left, at Harry's strong request, Sirius had to follow the group to Ollivander's wand shop with an unhappy face.

"Oh, Mr. Black, it's such an honor. I've read the Daily Prophet's report on you. I can't believe they actually locked a good man in Azkaban for so many years." After entering the store, Austria Levander recognized Sirius immediately and said with excitement on his face.

"And this is Mr. Ivanov, I guess. I still remember the scene when you came to my shop last year to buy a wand. Thirteen was a quarter of an inch, made of ebony, and the core was a thunderbird feather. Really? To be honest, I always thought that the wand would not be sold, but it just chose you." Soon, the old gentleman's attention turned to Andre again, and it seemed that he had indeed put " I read through the article in the Daily Prophet.

Andre nodded politely, and then said: "We are here to buy wands for Ginny and Sirius."

"And me, I'm going to buy a new wand too." It was Ron who spoke. His original wand was inherited from his brother Charlie. It was already very worn out when he was in first grade. Unicorn hair on the outside.

The Weasley family does not need to buy Lockhart's series of novels this year, so it is relatively comfortable, and buying a new wand for Ron is still within their affordability.

"Okay, that's three wands. I remember Mr. Black that your original wand was made of beech wood and the core was the heart nerve of a fire dragon, right?" Ollivander nodded and picked up a few wands from the counter. A long box, in which are placed the wands he made by himself.

Sirius replied impatiently: "Yes, but that wand was broken by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic 11 years ago."

Ollivander obviously remembered every wand he sold. He said with some regret: "That wand was actually made by my father. It was the work of his mastery of craftsmanship in his later years. It was very perfect. Even I have to admit that most of the wands I make are inferior to that one."

But Sirius obviously didn't feel sorry for this. He was not a person who cared about external things, even if they were the wizards' most intimate tools.

"Okay, let's take a look at this one. It's made of the same material and made of the fire dragon's heart nerves. I think it should be suitable for you." Ollivander opened a box in his hand and handed it to Sirius.

It's just that this wand doesn't seem to be very compatible with Sirius. He tried to release a fluorescent flash, but immediately frowned.

As the owner of the shop, Mr. Ollivander naturally has a sharper vision. He immediately took the wand from Sirius's hand: "Oh! It seems that it is not suitable for you. How about we take a look at this one?"

What was taken out from the box was a wand made of ash wood. Andre didn't know what material the core of the wand was made of, but it could be seen from Sirius's stretched face that compared to the beech wood, he was holding it now. This one is obviously more suitable.

"Yes, yes, very tacit understanding," Ollivander nodded with satisfaction, then turned his attention to the two Weasley children. He smiled and said to Arthur: "Your children have always been well received. The favor of unicorns, starting from your eldest son Bill, the wands they use have always been made of unicorn tail hair as the core, am I remembering correctly? Mr. Weasley."

"That's right." Arthur nodded: "In fact, starting from my great-grandfather, our family's wands have all used unicorn tail hair as the core."