The Rise of Malfoy at Hogwarts - Vol 4 Chapter 202

“Hehehehe—” Xie Lin’s laughter sounded untimely, and anyone could hear it. The laughter was full of mockery, “I can’t believe it—” Xie Lin showed a slightly exaggerated expression. A surprised expression, but did not try to hide the disdain at the corner of his eyes, “What have I witnessed? Are you meeting like-minded partners and planning to form a big alliance of villains?”

“Even Lord Voldemort, who has been Megatron Great Britain for more than ten years, knows how to put down his body, protect himself, and judge his situation. In contrast, you are so young and you have a long-term future—” Morgan smiled sweetly: ” Don’t you stop thinking about it, join us, and seek common prosperity with us?”

“Do you know that your over-enthusiastic solicitation rhetoric has exposed your true intentions. Something that values ​​talents and cherishes talents may be possible, but I don’t believe that that is the true purpose behind you. You said so much, you It’s nothing more than—” Schelling put away his hippie smile, put on a serious expression, and a shrewd look flashed under his eyes, “I want to get me, to comfort the soul of Meredith in your body.”

Morgan couldn’t laugh a bit, she began to look at Schelling a little seriously, and said softly, “It seems that you have done a lot of homework, and you seem to know a lot about the situation between me and your little girlfriend! ”

“Don’t underestimate the heritage of the pure-blood family, go back carefully, the history of the Malfoy family is even earlier than the Avalon school you created—” Schelling said coldly: “It’s not just the fusion of blood-relying on blood. The integration of the above is an opportunity to try to assimilate the magic, spirit, soul, and body together with the ancient means of possessing possession.”

“In fact, what I know is probably far beyond your imagination—” Xie Lin ticked the corner of his mouth slightly: “Do you know that in your conversation just now, I guessed another thing…”

“Oh, are you? Tell me, what is it?” Morgan stared at Schelling intently, his fiery eyes gleaming.

“As you said earlier, my magic wand has evolved, and the ancestor of the night dying is the corpse dragon—”

“Yes, then?” Morgan nodded seriously and asked seriously.

“Do you still insist on continuing to pretend?” Xie Lin smiled softly, raised the wand in his hand, and said: “My wand does have a magical change, but ah—”

“I have used alchemy to re-plate the outer layer of the wand with a layer of vine wood—” Xie Lin lightly pinched the wand, and there was a slight crack on the wand, and then layer after layer of paper. The thin wooden skin slowly fell off, and the wand changed from the charcoal black that resembled a fire stick to a slender wand covered in bright silver. The dark golden lines on the wand slowly lighted up and gradually dimmed. In this way, the state of being dark and light is maintained, as if—

The wand is alive—it is breathing—at the same time—

Around the end of the wand, the air seemed to tremble rapidly, as if invisible magic power was about to erupt.

Suddenly, Voldemort and Barbarossa made an “Ah” in the same place. The two looked at each other, their expressions were shocked at first, and then slowly turned into twelve minutes solemnity.

At the moment, the wands of the two of them shook very unusually, making their hands holding the wands feel like an electric shock, and there was a tingling and itchy sensation, but this was just a small matter—

They suddenly felt inexplicably—the mysterious link between themselves and the wand was suddenly broken.

They can no longer feel the handy and natural feeling of holding their own magic wand in the past-now this feeling is more like they are borrowing other people’s wands to cast spells, and only feel when they inject magic power into the wand. Slowly jerky.

They unanimously thought of a terrible possibility.

For some reason they don’t understand, their wand has lost its core spirituality and has become a standard spellcasting weapon, rather than a destined partner that can communicate with the spellcaster and resonate with magical power.

In this state, although they can still cast spells, both the speed and fluency of the spellcasting, as well as the magic and destructive power attached to the spell, will be greatly reduced.

If the opponent they are about to face is just an ordinary adult wizard, or even the middle level of the Auror, it doesn’t matter, after all, the difference in strength lies in it, and it cannot be controlled by a magic wand. However, a few minutes ago, Voldemort had an inextricable fight with Schelling, and it can even be said that Voldemort was still faintly suppressed and at a disadvantage.

If the gap caused by the magic wand factor is added…

Now Voldemort’s heart is not only annoyed but annoyed—Merlin’s beard, tonight is the happy day when I return from resurrection. I just want to resurrect quietly, at most killing a Potter. What did I do wrong? Why did the plot I expected collapsed like this…

Without mentioning the heart of Voldemort’s collapse, let us continue to turn the picture back to Schelling.

“You can perceive its true state, nothing more than those possibilities—” Schelling paused, and then re-evaluated Morgan, then said slowly: “Regardless of the possibility, Both are inseparable from Yeqi’s ancestor, Mingye Corpse Dragon, that is, something in your hand resonates with my magic wand. This kind of resonance is deeper than the soul and can be said to be the deepest resonance—only It’s a thing of the same period and the same level as the Dark Night Corpse Dragon…”

“It stands to reason that the greatest possibility is that you are holding the old magic wand of the Peverier family—or the death wand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but I happen to know the whereabouts of this wand, and it is not in yours. In my hand, so I can definitely rule out this possibility—” Xie Lin smiled faintly, but his eyes showed strong confidence, “The blood force you just mentioned reminds me— ”

“The blood that flows on you-is one of the five ancient dragons, the blood of the Hell Dragon King, right? To put it more accurately, the Avalon school inheritance you have heard is actually the first batch of practice since ancient times. The wizard of’Dragon Power’, right?”

“Awesome!” Morgan showed an admiring look, she actually clapped gently, “You are right. The power in my blood is indeed inherited from the Hell Dragon King—”

“I really can’t think that you can infer so much information from a simple sentence like me. I have to admit that you are indeed the most outstanding genius of the contemporary era-I am really lucky now. It’s not my deliberate arrangement. I tried my best to transport you here alone, and let Voldemort fight you first, forcing your hole card skills in advance. Otherwise, even if we have many people here, today I am afraid that there will be a lot of variables in the confrontation with you…”

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