The wand that Dumbledore is using now is the Elder Wand that he obtained from Grindelwald, one of the Three Hallows, and has extremely powerful magical powers.

But it also shows that the legend of the Grim Reaper is just a legend, and if the man with the Elder Wand is as invincible as the legend says, the current British wizarding world may be a different pattern.

"Elderberry, tsk. The man looked at the "sleeping" wand in the box and commented. "My father told me that this was a wand that a dark wizard once had, and that it gave him great power. ”

The man's voice rang out at exactly this time.

"I'll tell you a little secret, the owners of elderberry rods almost invariably feel attracted to the holder of the rowan wand, which my father told me. The man blinked and smiled.

"It's kind of romantic. Fleur looked at the wand in front of her wand, and seemed to have imagined some romantic love stories, and the two people got married because of the wand, knew each other, met each other, and spent their lives.

"Rowan wood is also a good wood, it is hard in its own right, it doesn't break easily, and its defense is the best of all wands. The man pulled a wand out of his sleeve and waved it in front of the two of them.

"My own wand is rowan wood. He said excitedly.

"And the wizards who use rowan wood have never had dark wizards, they are all kind-hearted. The shopkeeper continued.

"Well, I think I know the answer. The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched slightly, and it seemed that the meeting between the two might really be fate.

The material of some old bee's first wand is almost self-evident.

"Isn't your wand good?" I remember Ollivander was a good match at the time?" asked Fleur whispering, tugging at Malfoy's cuffs.

"It's not for me. Malfoy shook his head and explained.

"Do you need any other evidence?" asked Malfoy, then turning to the shopkeeper.

"No, I can tell. At this time, the shopkeeper picked up the feather duster again and began to clean up.

"And this wand?" asked Malfoy, tentatively.

"Excuse me, my father told me that we are only its custodians, and that there is punishment for trying to pursue interests that are not in line with our own, which my grandfather taught us. ”

"Thank you very much. Malfoy nodded.

"You're welcome, by the way, for me to say hello to the man who asked you to retrieve his wand, who, according to my father, was once favored by the old man. The man finally reminded.

"Okay. "Malfoy waved at him at the door, counting as a response

The two then left the wand shop.

Although it is a "market of fraudsters", the shopkeeper is surprisingly honest and kind.

The whole process went unexpectedly well, and Malfoy thought that there would be some twists and turns in the process, but he only listened to the man who was a bit of a talker tell him about wands.

Walking out of this shop, the drunken afternoon sun slanted on the two of them, bringing a faint warmth.

"How about a drink? The cappuccino didn't look like he was drinking. Malfoy smiled and invited

He was inexplicably happy after completing a task just now, and his tone was much more relaxed.

"Is that okay?" said Fleur in surprise.

Then she hesitated a little: "I remember that you still have very important things, is it okay?"

"I don't want to be arrested another day and charged with hostage abuse, don't worry, it's not a big problem. Malfoy thought of the recent time in the café bathroom, where he had used that brief rescue call to Dumbledore through the two-way mirror.

This call made the sense of urgency in his heart relax a little.

He learned that the current situation in the British wizarding world was temporarily stable, and he also knew that Voldemort had robbed the prison.

"I'm curious what you've done. Dumbledore's voice came from the other end of the two-way mirror, and when he hurried from the courtroom to the island where Azkaban was, he saw only a ruin, the tall rectangular black fortress had completely collapsed, and the black bricks and stones used for construction were scattered almost all over the island, and the terrain of the island had changed, some places had inexplicably raised to form steep cliffs, and some dirt slopes had become low-lying like migmires, and the surrounding waves were constantly washing the nearby rocks.

That's the power of the angry Dark Lord.

The old man could even feel the remnants of the Dark Lord's anger and terrifying dark magic fluctuations from the crumbling stones.

His instincts told him it all had to do with Malfoy.

"I just did something you might not be able to bear to do, after all, Dementors get tired of eating delicacies all day long, don't they? I gave them time to taste the living, and they can still find it on the way home. Malfoy said lightly, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

In the two-way mirror, Dumbledore's long, narrow silver eyebrows twitched sharply, and then calmed down in an instant.

Of course, according to their answers, it was not delicious, even if it was an open kiss that sucked the soul. Malfoy quipped, as if talking about what to taste.

"You're right. The old man sighed dejectedly, and only made such an assessment of Malfoy's approach.

It's not so much that he's done it right, it's that the Ministry of Magic has been doing it wrong.

Muggle society tries to avoid the death penalty for the sake of so-called humanitarianism, which is also established under the control of the state apparatus, and there will be almost no prison escapes, so it is not difficult to accept the so-called mercy, after all, criminals can no longer cause harm to society.

But in the wizarding world, where there is a serious polarization of individual strength, it is ridiculous to play any game that does not fulfill the death penalty, and those prisoners are time bombs that will explode at any time, causing unbearable destructive consequences.

In the original trajectory, the terrifying group of dark wizards did not know how many times they fled from Azkaban and returned to Voldemort's command.

If it can be solved sooner, it will not allow the Dark Lord's power to continue to swell.

In addition to this, it is worth mentioning -

As it turned out, Hagrid had made a lot of achievements with the support of the official government, and he was more suited to face those magical creatures alone than to be an incompetent teacher.

The fruits of his hybridization grew savagely on the islands of Azkaban, and with that terrifying number and army of strange creatures, it would have been almost impossible for someone to escape if it weren't for Voldemort's own presence.

Of course, Voldemort had almost wiped out all the creatures on the island, and the big man might have been sad.