I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"Merlin, sir...what is this?!"

When John took out the [Angel Feather] that was found in the treasure box, this feather that exuded a light golden sun instantly caused several people present to take a breath.

Especially Ollivander, who has been soaked in staff for who knows how many years.

The magical materials he has seen, whether it is unicorn hair or phoenix feathers, such precious existences, he has seen them more than once.

He even used these things to create many works.

However, the white feather in front of me exudes an inexplicable aura of comfort and satisfaction.

But it made him excited and walked out from the side of the counter.

"What is this?"

Such a question, asked from a wand master like Ollivander, has fully demonstrated the value of this [Angel Feather].

McGonagall also looked at John in disbelief.

Although it is not yet certain what kind of magical animal feathers this is, it is absolutely certain that this is definitely not the feathers of any Muggle zoo bird or animal.

And as a Muggle, how could John get such a thing?

"Mr. Constantine, I also want to know, what is this? And...how did you get it?"

Professor McGonagall looked solemn.

Even the name he originally called John changed to calling him "Mr. Constantine".

John shook his head.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I would also like to answer this question, but I don't know."

There was no dodge in his eyes. People in this world have never even seen demons, so how could they possibly see angels that are even more illusory?

"I found this thing from the treasure house of my family's old castle. It was hidden very cleverly. If I hadn't been in desperate need of money during that period and opened up the entire treasure house floor, I wouldn't even have been able to discover its existence."

"I don't know what this is, but... I'm sure it's a good thing. Putting it next to my pillow, the quality of my sleep becomes very good."

Everyone: "..."

Hagrid, who was present and had an almost obsessive love for magical animals, squatted down with a big face covered with hair and beard, looking at the feathers in the glass bottle in John's hand.

His eyes were full of dullness and obsession.

It was as if he had entered some kind of dream that fascinated him.

"Oh my god...this feeling, I feel like I'm going to heaven..."

The words that the big man muttered to himself made John feel shocked.

Damn it!

I should say, is it really you? Hagrid.

Whether it was the other party's keen perception of this aspect, or simply Hagrid's intuitive description of his inner feelings at the moment, it happened to happen.

John's eyes returned to Ollivander, who looked troubled in front of him.

"Mr. Ollivander, this feather gives me a very good feeling, and I have kept it beside my bed for a year or two. I still hope that you can use it as the core of the wand and help me make a special feather. of wands.”

Ollivander carefully took the glass bottle.

When those old hands just touched the glass wall.

Ollivander's eyes widened immediately as he felt a comfortable illusion that made him feel like he was rejuvenated.

The personal dogma that I was still struggling with and persisting in fell apart in an instant in front of this strange feeling.

"Although it is somewhat unreasonable, who can be reasonable in front of this magical material?"

"Mr. Constantine, don't you think so?"

John smiled with satisfaction.

"So, how long do you need, Master?"

Ollivander exhaled deeply, frowned and looked at the [Angel Feathers] in the glass bottle carefully, hesitated several times, and then spoke carefully.

"Sorry, Mr. Constantine, this material is too special, and the selection of the wand body and the internal structural design of the wand itself are also a big project, so..."

"I will probably have to wait until you go to Hogwarts at the earliest before I can help you."

"You see?"

Ollivander was a little embarrassed, but he held the glass bottle in his hands firmly.

A pair of eyes full of expectation, even pleading, made John, who was still a little hesitant, finally nod after hesitating for half a second.

After getting John's consent, Ollivander instantly felt like a child who got his favorite toy.

Laughed loudly.

While carefully placing the bottle on the table, he stepped forward and took John's hand with both hands.

"Mr. Constantine, thank you for your understanding and trust. In addition, I promise to use my highest craftsmanship to help you make this wand. In addition, I don't need a copper nut to make the wand."

"And if your wand needs repair in the future, please be sure to come to me and I will help you repair it for free!"

When John and others walked out of the wand shop with Ollivander personally seeing them off.

Professor McGonagall, who had been silent since just now, finally couldn't help but frown.

"John, I wonder if you can reveal some information about your family's ancestors?"

John was stunned for a moment, then understood immediately.

Professor Catwoman suspected that he himself was from some lost wizard family.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, maybe our Constantine family does have some ancestral connections with the wizarding world, but... I don't think this connection is a pleasant memory."

McGonagall frowned, not understanding what John meant.

John sighed, thought about it, and finally decided to show some traces.

He reached out from his collar and pulled out a heavy gold cross.

The small, invisible runes engraved on it make this cross look quite mysterious.

John shrugged helplessly.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, if my guess is correct, our ancestors of the Constantine family are all members of the Holy See..."

Holy See? !

Professor Cat Girl's eyes widened, and even Hagrid beside him couldn't help but take a breath.

Looking at the little John at this moment, he felt as absurd as if he had seen a predator.

Harry was the only one who still looked around among the others with a confused look on his face.

"Hagrid, what happened? What will happen if John's family comes from the Holy See?"

Hagrid looked complicated and opened his mouth, but he was too embarrassed to speak out.

Professor McGonagall, the cat girl on the side, inevitably became complicated when she looked at John again.

What happened to being from the Holy See?

The Holy See almost wiped out all the wizards on the grounds of purging heretics...

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