Rebirth of the Harry Potter - Chapter 451

Harry looked cold, with a cold smile on his lips, unceremoniously releasing his pressure.

The old man stared at Harry steadily, and his mind was turbulent. The young man who appeared strangely far exceeded his peak state in terms of magical power and soul strength.

Harry said: “My goal is the rumored old wand.”

The old man’s pupils shrank.

Harry smiled faintly and said, “I want to pursue a stronger power. After a long time of investigation, I found out that you are the last owner of the old magic wand.”

“So, can you tell me where the old wand is?” Harry looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man was not afraid, and slowly said: “I expect someone will come and follow the path we walked back then, but one day, you will realize that this is meaningless… I have never owned an old wand… “

“I don’t believe what you said.” Harry shook his head slowly.

The scrawny old man grinned at Harry, toothless, as if laughing at him.

“You can never find the old magic wand. Its whereabouts will only become an eternal secret with my death.” The old man smiled faintly, terribly: “If you are willing to die with me, in the world of the dead, maybe I will Tell you.”

“Oh, it turned out to be like this.” Harry stretched his voice, full of ridicule and disdain. The tone was Harry’s copy of Snape, and it really owed him a lot.

Harry slowly drew out his wand…

The old man thought he had guessed what Harry wanted to do. He looked calm, and said, “If you think the bitterness, the Imperius curse, or the threat of death is useful, you can give it a try.”

“Actually… I’m not here to find the whereabouts of the old wand…” Harry smiled and showed the wand in the air.

“Familiar?” Harry fiddled with the slender wand that looked like human bones.

The old man’s gaze suddenly condensed on Harry’s wand.

Familiar, too familiar, how could he be unfamiliar.

He stole it from Grigovich, the maker of the wand, and used its powerful power to overturn the magical world. He used it for decades, but…

“The old magic wand is in my hands, but what I am after is not just the old magic wand, but… the legendary death and the three sacred instruments. Others think the story of the three sacred instruments is just a story, but I believe you don’t think so. I don’t think so either. Isn’t the banner you play the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, I just want to know how much you know about the Deathly Hallows?” Harry smiled.

The old man’s eyes were turbulent and his heart was terrified.

What he was terrified was not that he might be about to die, that he saw the old wand again, or that Harry knew the deepest secret he had never told anyone.

But why did the old magic wand fall into his hands.

Harry thought the old man’s expression was very funny at this time, angry, murderous, panic, sad, and… miss?

The old man ignored Harry’s question, but stared at Harry like a mad dog and said viciously, “Where did you get the wand?”

Harry’s expression management is in place, with a look of “stunned”, and then a smile “for granted”: “You should know.”

The old man’s body shook, his palms clenched tightly like chicken feet.

Because Harry broke all the spells, the small amount of magic power that began to slowly recover in his body slowly gathered, even if he knew that he could not hurt the person in front of him.

Harry didn’t seem to notice the old man’s strangeness, and walked to the window to himself: “Say, I suspect that after you got the old wand, you learned that Dumbledore fought with you fifty years ago. He always thought that Dumbledore had a battle with you. Lido must have destroyed the old magic wand that represents an unknown destiny, but who would have thought that he should hold it in his hand. Everyone knows what his magic wand is, but no one thinks that it is an invincible old magic wand. , But fortunately, my heart is as thin as a silk, it is impossible to hide it from me.”

The old man’s eyes lit up when he heard Dumbledore’s name, and then he was full of sorrow.

He still couldn’t believe the result. How could it be possible that he is so powerful and has an old magic wand in his hand, who can beat him!

Perhaps Dumbledore discarded the old wand long ago, then was picked up by someone, and then acquired by the person in front of him.

He was terrified and confirmed urgently: “Who did you get the old wand from?”

Harry said meaningfully: “Are you really not sure? If you want to get the approval of the old wand, naturally you have to take it from its previous owner. Its previous owner is not Dumbledore who defeated you.”

“Impossible! Impossible! You can’t beat him.” The old man shook his head frantically.

Harry took a hint of “satisfaction”: “Who said that you have to use magic to fight head-on, don’t you know there are other methods, such as…poison.”

“Could it be that you still don’t believe it, but the old magic wand I can get is the best proof.” Harry’s words struck the old man’s heart like lightning.

The old man’s body shook and faltered, he could no longer deceive himself.

Never thought that he was the first to usher in the news of Dumbledore’s death.

His waist slumped down, as if being overwhelmed by the mountain.

Suddenly a faint magic attacked Harry, and Harry easily stopped it.

The old man seemed to be emptied of energy, his eyes were empty and colorless, and he could no longer resist.

After all, Harry saw that he was almost done, and was about to tell the truth: “Ah…”

“You kill me!” the old man said.

“Uh, what?”

The old man had no hope of life in his eyes, and knew that he could not avenge Dumbledore, but repeated indifferently: “You kill me!”

The corners of Harry’s mouth twitched, it seemed to be a bit loud.

“This, actually…”

The old man said indifferently: “No need to say more, I will never tell you anything about the Deathly Hallows! You die this heart!”

“Hey.” Harry rarely felt troubled, knowing that even when facing Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria back then, he could decisively choose them all.

Finally, Harry decided to tell the truth: “Well, actually… Dumbledore is not dead, he is alive and well, I’ll come over, just want to let you go.”

The words about Dumbledore irritated the old man. He yelled frantically: “You lie to me! You lie to me!”

Harry said helplessly: “I really didn’t lie to you.”

“Then how did you get the old magic wand? Tell me.” Without knowing where the old man’s strength was, he roared, almost catching up with the roar of the roar hat made by Luna.

Harry said: “Actually, there are other ways, not to kill the previous master.”

“I swear by Merlin that Dumbledore is still alive. If you don’t believe it, you can leave here and just ask a wizard to find out. I will never stop it.”

The old man’s eyes recovered a little.

In all wizard concepts, swearing with Merlin is naturally true.

But, under what circumstances can someone else get the old magic wand?

Countless things appeared in the old man’s mind for a moment.

He stared at Harry’s face, which was only a billion points worse than Dumbledore’s handsome face, and suddenly he had an answer that was unacceptable in any way but was the most likely answer.

He desperately said: “I see, yes, apart from being related to him, how can it be easy to get the old wand and be able to use it.”

He shook his head and said in despair, “Look at your age, about… Albus’s… grandson.”

Harry tilted his head: “???”

…

Finally, it took Harry a long time before he convinced the old man that Dumbledore was still a great magician… No, it was a great magician. He had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

The old man seemed… stunned?

Impossible, impossible, I must have read it wrong.

“Outside, times have changed.” Harry warned: “Dumbledore is already the British Minister of Magic. You have to read more about what he does.”

The old man didn’t seem to hear what Harry was talking about. He just looked up and didn’t know what he was thinking about~www.mtlnovel.com~ Harry was about to leave, suddenly there was a very curious and very curious question, he turned around and looked at The old man said, “You and Dumbledore, you and Dumbledore, um, who are…”

Harry didn’t ask that question in the end.

Because he really couldn’t ask, if it were the eighteen-year-old boyhood of Dumbledore and the two of them, Harry might have asked, but now, seeing his crippling hair, Harry couldn’t help shivering.

Merlin said: What is not terrible, I am afraid it is not beautiful.

…

Harry flew away from the window, and the tens of thousands of black clouds in the sky were also going to drift away. Soon, the island might be discovered by Muggles, but it had nothing to do with him.

Shortly after Harry left, a thin figure came out of the castle, transformed into a small boat by the sea, and left by boat.

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