Dumbledore's magic underwent a qualitative change after being amplified by the Elder Wand.
It wasn't exactly an instant, but the three masters did indeed calm down completely after blinking.
Gregorovitch looked guilty; he clearly remembered what they had just argued about.
Ollivander and Merovingian were in the same boat; if Dumbledore hadn't intervened with magic in time, they probably would have already started fighting.
"Masters, the Champion will arrive shortly. Is there anything else you need to prepare?"
"I..." The three of them looked at each other awkwardly.
Gregorovitch gave a very friendly smile. "Please go first, Master Merovingian."
Merovingian smiled in response, "It's nothing, I just wanted to get some fresh air."
Ollivander chuckled and replied, "Actually, I also wanted to go outside for some fresh air."
"Alright." Gregorovitch turned to Dumbledore. "Looks like we need to adjust our mood."
"Of course, no problem." Dumbledore nodded. "The Champion shouldn't be here so soon; we have plenty of time to prepare."
The three masters gave an awkward laugh and walked out of the classroom one after another.
Gregorovitch was the last to leave, but when Dumbledore put the Elder Wand away, he stopped abruptly.
"Master Gregorovitch?"
"It's you? So you're that young man from back then."
Dumbledore confused. "Master Gregorovitch, I think this is our first meeting, or have we met somewhere before?"
Due to the effect of the calming mantra, Gregorovitch's rising anger vanished without a trace.
He sighed helplessly, "Wand... your wand..."
Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand again. "My wand?"
That incredibly powerful wand was none other than the Elder Wand, one of the three Deathly Hallows.
Gregorovitch nodded with a regretful expression. "Dumbledore, I won't go into details about what happened back then. Rest assured, I have no intention of asking you to return it to me."
Dumbledore understood.
It's not hard to tell from Gregorovitch's words that the young man back then must have used some underhanded tricks to get the Elder Wand from him.
They may cheat, steal, or rob.
The Elder Wand's previous owner was Grindelwald, who could do such things without any psychological burden.
Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly as he examined the Elder Wand in his hand with his deep gaze, as if he had discovered some incredible secret with a smug look on his face.
After a moment, he looked at Gregorovitch apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Gregorovitch, this wand was actually entrusted to me for safekeeping by an old friend of mine."
He handed over the Elder Wand without a trace of reluctance in his eyes. "Now that you are the true owner of the wand, I think it's time for me to return it to its rightful owner."
Gregorovitch's eyes widened in astonishment at his act of returning the Elder Wand.
"Dumbledore, you must have figured out where this wand came from. Are you really willing to return it to me?"
A fleeting look of longing crossed Dumbledore's eyes. "I do not covet its power; to me, it is merely a keepsake that carries the memories of my old friend."
Gregorovitch smiled with relief and pushed the Elder Wand back to him. "No wonder your old friend entrusted it to you for safekeeping. Actually, I only briefly owned it and was not its master."
And you, Dumbledore, you are its true master.
The Elder Wand, with its extraordinary power, has always been the lifelong pursuit of countless wizards. They crave this great power and are willing to pay any price for it.
But Dumbledore was different; his attachment to the Elder Wand was solely because of the memories it held.
Gregorovitch is still under the influence of the meditation mantra, and what he says may not be from his true heart.
Dumbledore gently waved the Elder Wand to dispel the spell and handed it over again. "My old friend is still alive and well. This was rightfully yours, Master."
Gregorovitch hesitated for a moment, then after a brief internal struggle, he decisively pushed the Elder Wand forward once again.
He has truly come to terms with it, seen through it all, and is now at peace with it.
"In my hands, it will only become a research subject, and may even attract more people who covet its power."
Perhaps Master Ollivander is right: the wand chooses the wizard, Dumbledore; only you can bring out its full potential.
Gregorovitch's words touched Dumbledore.
He had considered taking the Resurrection Stone when he saw it at Gaunt Family Home, but he restrained himself and entrusted it to Vincent, who was unaffected by it.
The situation is the same now as before. To avoid a new round of bloodshed over the Elder Wand, it is most appropriate for him to keep the Elder Wand.
"Alright." Dumbledore readily accepted the Elder Wand. "Master Gregorovitch, would you like to go outside for some fresh air and clear your head?"
"It's not necessary anymore." After resolving her inner conflict, Gregorovitch felt much more refreshed and at peace.
I believe that even if he disagrees with Ollivander or Merovingian during the upcoming wand testing ceremony, he won't argue with them like he did just now.
Outside the classroom,
Colin, looking excited, led Vincent and the others into the corridor.
Snape certainly wouldn't let him go easily, especially since he had chosen Harry to test the effects of the newly brewed antidote.
However, his plan was destined to fail, and he was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Professor Snape, I'm not targeting you personally, I just think you might have some ulterior motive for choosing Harry to test the antidote."
When Vincent said those words, he glanced at Draco, who was getting up and walking towards the door. Even Crabbe and Goyle, the two students who were all brawn and no brains, could figure out what was going on.
What could Snape do but grit his teeth and release the person, and he couldn't continue to target Harry in a similar way, otherwise it would be clearly malicious.
"Vincent, you were so cool just now!" Colin's eyes were sparkling.
For him, perhaps besides Harry, the person he admired most was Vincent, who dared to go head-to-head with Snape.
"Tch—" Draco curled his lip in dissatisfaction, "What's so great about it?"
Vincent couldn't be bothered with the little blondie; all he could think about was how the Ministry of Magic had messed up again.
The video recording equipment is easy to operate, and it comes with a thick instruction manual.
There are no barriers to entry, and it doesn't matter if you don't know anything about Alchemy. So why can't Bagman and Barty Crouch figure it out?