HP Magic Biography - v2 Chapter 1302

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“I can’t believe it. I didn’t expect you to think that the Deathly Hallows thing is true.” Ollivander said, “In fact, everyone in the wizarding world has heard this legend, but really believes it. Everything is very small.”

“It’s like back then, I didn’t even believe in the existence of magic, Mr. Ollivander.” Hermione said, “It wasn’t until Hogwarts wrote to me that I finally realized that everything was wrong with me. Normal conditions are actually understandable.”

　　 “Yes, magic…” Ollivander opened his mouth, “a kind of power that is longing for.”

　　 “Mr. Ollivander, in fact, I have a personal question I want to ask you.” Fanlin said suddenly.

“what?”

　　 “About the Deathly Hallows itself.” Fanlin said lightly, looking at Ollivander’s eyes.

　　 The last time I saw Ollivander was testing the wand at the Ministry of Magic, it was like Dumbledore. In Fanlin’s impression, every wizard had a pair of bright eyes.

　　Different from Muggles, the powerful inner power allows the wizard to maintain a considerable degree of clarity. This is a manifestation of temperament that can be distinguished from the crowd at a glance.

　　 erudite, with strong knowledge as the foundation.

But in fact, Ollivander’s state is not very good. It is like being blinded by a white mist. Although he can still feel the spirit of Ollivander, in fact, it is like he is about to Dumbledore was leaving, and a twilight atmosphere surrounded him.

It hasn’t been long since Ollivander, the old man who had been tortured in the dungeon is about to come to an end. I have to admit that this is a pity, after all, many people’s wands come from Oli. The hand of van der.

　　 “The Deathly Hallows itself?”

　　 “Yes, to be precise, about its creator…” Fanlin said, “In fact, you can interpret for me who it is…”

“It’s a god…” Ollivander interrupted Fanlin and said, “This is a weapon made by the **** of death, which brings cholera and death to wizards. In fact, every magic wand maker has explored whether it is Who can make such a powerful magic wand…”

　　 “So, what’s the result?”

“The making of the old magic wand is not a secret,” Ollivander said softly, “Even, it can be said that the making of the old magic wand is very crude. There was once a magic wand maker for Yeqi’s tail feathers and elderberry. I have gotten the magic wand that countless wizards dream of, but this is the whole conclusion that wizard got.”

　　 “How could it be…” Ron was a little lost, “Even the simplest wand can’t be said…”

　　 “Yes, there is no inscription, no rune, just simple, the initial state of elderberry, and then added Yeqi’s tail feathers.” Ollivander affirmed.

　　 “That is your ancestor, right?” Fanlin asked.

“Yes, my ancestors,” Ollivander nodded, “made a powerful wand. The feeling makes every producer intoxicated, but in fact, I have really touched the old wand, that kind of The incomprehensible simplicity makes people unable to…”

　　 “Can’t what?”

　　 “It’s hard to describe how it feels, Mr. Al.” Ollivander said, “Actually, my father tried to make it, but it turned out…”

“did not succeed?”

“No, to be precise, it succeeded, but the most important thing is missing. It can be said that it is not appropriate to call the old wand a wand.” Ollivander said, “My father tried There have been countless methods, but the final product is just stuffing Yeqi’s tail feathers into the elderberry, because the normal way of making wands can’t even connect people with the elderberry and Yeqi’s power, and that At that time, my father realized the truth about the old magic wand.”

“alike?”

“Yes, we are missing a mysterious substance, which can also be said to be power.” Ollivander said that his expression looked a little drifting. “Old magic wand, it is not so much a magic wand, it is more precise. It’s just a prop that carries a part of the power.”

“There is no such thing as an old magic wand at all. In fact, elderberry itself is not a good material for carrying magic power. As for Ye Qi… people who have not been in contact with death, let alone communicate Ye Qi’s power, that belongs to death. .”

　　 “Death…”

　　 “Yes, Mr. Potter, death!”

　　 Ollivander’s eyes seemed to become clearer, but his body curled up.

“This is a scam.” Ollivander said, “The old wand itself is a material that has been infused with endless death power. It can be a piece of metal, it can be holly wood, it can be any kind of… Qi’s tail feathers serve as the sustenance of death, and then communicate the power of death and cooperate with the magic power. When the two powers combine with each other, naturally, the owner will become stronger.

　　 “But, if according to what you said…” Hermione frowned, “The old wand is just a battery that instills power? Then the power in it should have been used up long ago.”

“That’s why I believe that there really is a god.” Ollivander said, “According to family records, using the old magic wand to cast spells will always mobilize an external force to merge with your own magic. And, even though the body of the old wand is only the elderberry and Yeqi’s tail feathers, it is like a holy instrument of the Holy See. It has long been deteriorating after devouring death for a long time, just like believers are communicating with gods. Give believers incomparable power and death, which is why the maker of the magic wand cannot really do it. No one can master the power of death more than the **** who controls death. Moreover, according to the later situation, the old magic wand Death can still be communicated, and all power is not rootless. Naturally, a person with a magic wand is equivalent to the endorsement of death, catching the magic wand itself to release the power of death.”

This is something Fanlin didn’t expect. Death really saves trouble. Even if sealed, he can draw the power of death through his magic wand. This may be the basis for his existence. Free death can be absorbed by death. He needs a true spokesperson to provide him with capital that will not die.

　　 Besides, some wizards died, right?

　　 It must be admitted that in the essence of the soul, more systematic practice and nourishment by magic, the release of a wizard’s death is far more powerful than hundreds of Muggles.

　　 But, in that case, the Deathly Hallows seems even less necessary to interfere with Voldemort’s acquisition of it?

　　 In the end, what Voldemort has worked hard for, still hasn’t gotten rid of the identity that death has assigned him?

　　 Fanlin probably wanted to understand what state Voldemort was in now, a power that was not completely uncontrolled, and then under the drive of death, he gradually reduced to a state of servant.

　　 Death did not completely dissolve, Fanlin did not think that Voldemort could solve the subject of death. Fanlin had also heard of some of the death eaters’ crazy excavation actions.

Naturally, it is impossible for Tom to let go of this opportunity to increase his strength, and he thinks that compared to the state of a headless fly like Fanlin, Tom who has gained part of his death power is easier to find the deaths that are scattered and still missed. As for the others, seal The intact Fanlin didn’t think Tom could find it. Fanlin had seen that those gods were not the existence of the uncle next door, at least in terms of power, they were always much stronger than their wizards.

　　 Voldemort gathered the scattered parts that are really troublesome, and then brought countless little troubles together.

　　 Although this might be tricky, as long as it is solved together, Fanlin doesn’t have to run around the world in fear, right.

　　 What do you think… It seems that there are still so many things that need to be solved.

　　A Tom, a madman obsessed with controlling death, and then add a bunch of broken meat with power?

　　 Compared to Fanlin’s headache, Harry was the real trouble at the moment. Voldemort’s consciousness had been affecting him, and as the conversation progressed, this influence almost made Harry crazy.

　　 Deathly Hallows, Horcruxes… Various factors have been affecting him.

　　 “Then, Mr. Ollivander, I want to ask you one last question. After you ask, you can rest.”

“what?”

　　 “You told the mysterious Grigovic to have the Elder Wand, didn’t you?” Harry shook his head, which made him look wrong.

　　 Ollivander’s face became… if possible… paler. He swallowed his saliva, which looked terrible. “How…how…?”

“How I knew it doesn’t matter.” Harry’s scar was burning and he closed his eyes. For a moment, he saw the main street of Durmstrang, because it was further north, and the sky was still It’s dark.

　　 “You told the mysterious man Grigovich to have the Elder Wand?”

　　 “This is a rumor,” Ollivander whispered. “A rumor, many, many years ago, long before you were born, I believe that Grigovich himself spread the news. You can see how good this is for business; people would think that he was studying and copying the Elder’s wand. nature.”

　　 “Yes, I know,” Harry said, standing up suddenly. “Thank you,” Harry said. “Thank you very much. We will leave now, and you can rest well.” Ollivander seemed to be hit.

　　 “He tortured me!” he cried out panting. “Heart drill…you can’t imagine…”

　　 “I know,” Harry said calmly, “I know all of them. Please take a good rest. Thank you very much for telling us.”

　　Farewell to Ollivander, a few people went downstairs and saw Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of them.

　　 When they appeared at the door, they both looked up at Harry, but Harry just nodded and walked straight into the garden.

　　 Harry was not right, and naturally, Fanlin couldn’t let Harry leave by himself.

　　 Harry walked to the garden, the pain in his head getting stronger and stronger. Now he needs to work hard to organize his terrible conjectures, but he knows that he only needs to hold on for a while. Things will soon fall out, and soon he will know whether his guess is correct. He only needs to confirm one more small problem, and then he can explain the whole thing to everyone.

“A long time ago, Grigovic had the wand of the elders,” Harry said. “I know the mysterious man was trying to find him. When he finally caught Grigovic, he found that the wand was no longer in Grigovic’s hands. A: Grindelwald stole it. I don’t know how Grindelwald discovered that Grigovich had the Elder’s wand… but if Grigovich was so stupid as to spread rumors, it’s nothing. Difficult things.”

　　 Voldemort was standing in front of the gate of Hogwarts; Harry saw him standing there, and in the coming dawn, a light appeared in Hogwarts… getting closer.

“Grindelwald used the elder’s wand to strengthen himself. When Dumbledore had the strongest mana, he knew that he was the only one who could stop him. He and Grigovich duel, defeated him, and got the elder’s wand. “

　　 “Dumbledore got the Elder’s wand?” Ron asked in surprise. “So… where is it now?”

　　 “At Hogwarts,” Harry said, struggling to return his consciousness to the Cliff Garden.

　　 “Then, let’s go!” Ron said eagerly. “Harry, let’s get it before him!”

　　 “It’s too late,” Harry said softly. He couldn’t concentrate anymore, he could only grab his head and try to hold on for a while. “He knows it is there. He is already there.”

　　 “Harry!” Ron said grumpily. “You know how long this happened… why have we been wasting time? Why did you have to talk to Griphook first? We should have set off long ago… we now…”

“No,” Harry said, his knees weakened, and he knelt slowly into the grass. “Hermione was right. Dumbledore didn’t want me to get it. He didn’t want me to take it. He wanted me to go. Horcrux.”

　　 “That’s an invincible wand, Harry!” Ron groaned.

　　 “I shouldn’t take that magic wand… I should take the Horcrux…”

　　……

　　 It is dark and cold everywhere now: the sun has just risen from the horizon. He and Snape walked quietly along the road leading to the lake.

　　 “I will go to the castle to find you soon,” Voldemort said in a sharp, cold voice. “You should withdraw first.”

　　 Snape bowed and walked away along the path, his black cloak flying over behind him.

　　 Harry took a few steps slowly, waiting for Snape’s back to disappear.

　　 He didn’t want Snape ~www.mtlnovel.com~ or anyone to see where he was going. But there is no light in the window of the castle, and no one can spot him… He even cast a phantom spell on himself so that he can’t even see himself.

He continued walking along the lake, admiring the outline of this lovely castle, his first kingdom, his birthright…it is here, by the lake, the dark lake reflects that one. The white marble grave…an unnecessary stain on this familiar land.

　　 A burst of ecstasy hit him, with intense destruction. He held up the old yew wand: this was its last great performance, and it was really worth it.

　　 The tomb was split from beginning to end.

　　 The body in the shroud was as thin as before. He raised his wand again. The shroud opened. A translucent face was exposed, but it was well preserved. He thought it was funny: they were still wearing glasses on his curved nose.

　　 Dumbledore’s hands were folded across his chest, it was there, held in his hands, and buried with him.

　　Does this old fool think that marble or death can protect this magic wand? Did he think that the Dark Lord would be afraid to desecrate his grave? The spider-like hand suddenly stretched out and pulled out the wand from Dumbledore’s. When he pulled it out, a spark appeared on the tip of the wand, flashing on the body of its former owner, and finally ready to serve the new owner.

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