Near noon, Hermione and Harry came to the hospital wing again, but Ron did not come with them. Whether he was avoiding further humiliation or still sulking, no one knew.
They brought two wands, one from Corban and the other from Lucius.
That night in the Chamber of Secrets, apart from Snape and Peter, the other three Death Eaters had been disarmed by Harry, Hermione, and Sirius respectively.
"Sorry, Vaughn. Sirius hasn't written back yet, but I think I can persuade him to give you that wand-" Harry looked rather embarrassed.
He had agreed to trade three wands to get his own back, yet he could only produce two.
Vaughn waved a hand. "It's all right. Two are enough. Sirius needs a wand that suits him, too."
If he was going to clear Sirius's name, Sirius would at least have to return the wand he had seized in Azkaban. After all, it belonged to an Auror.
Jacob's wand could be left for Sirius to use.
"Really?" Harry looked up in delighted surprise, happy not only for himself, but for his godfather as well.
"Of course. Consider it a belated Christmas present from me." Vaughn smiled and nodded.
Exchanging wands was not actually complicated. They only had to use the Disarming Charm on each other, and the wands' allegiance changed.
Harry was in an excellent mood after getting his own wand back. He had never felt so attached to it before. Stroking its shaft, he looked up expectantly. "Hermione said you're attending the Wizarding Sages' Council. Can we come and watch?"
This session of the Wizarding Sages' Council was fully open to the public. In theory, anyone was entitled to attend, provided the Court of Law could accommodate them.
However, although classes at Hogwarts had been suspended, the students were still