Evan followed Mr. Weasley through the door into a smaller hall, where he happened to hear Eric's last words. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After testing, the core of his wand is actually an unknown substance?!

Evan frowned slightly, this is really strange, how could the core of his wand be an unknown substance, shouldn't it be the tail feathers of Thestrals?!

He still remembers the scene when he walked into the Ollivanders wand shop with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny two years ago, and he remembered it all.

When he grasped the wand in his hand, a milky white halo, like ripples in the water, spread outward in circles.

At the time, he thought it was just a simple burst of magic, just like the first time other young wizards were selected by their own wands, the end of the wand would spray simple magic such as fireworks and beams of light, which was very normal.

But the scene of his magic gushing at that time was too shocking, and the magic that appeared was very powerful, not at all like a little wizard who had just come into contact with magic.

Evan also secretly rejoiced, thinking that this was a manifestation of his talent.

But looking back on it now, it's actually very strange and weird.

Through these two years of research, he always felt that something was not quite right.

After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer turn his magic into the same powerful mana fluctuations as when those halos first appeared.

As he deepened his knowledge of soul magic, he found that the rhythm of those magic powers seemed to be very familiar. At that time, the magic power gushed out, and the milky white halo that spread outwards seemed to be a manifestation of some powerful soul magic that was about to be released.

Coming to this conclusion, Evan was really taken aback.

He immediately rejected it, always thinking that he had made a mistake.

The mysterious soul magic has long been considered an extension of the evil black magic, which is very esoteric, complex, and unpredictable, and difficult to master.

He was just a little wizard who didn't know anything at the time, and even if he was talented, he couldn't use soul magic the first time he held his wand.

He didn't tell anyone about it, and he was about to forget about it.

But hearing what Eric said today, it once again aroused Aiwen's thoughts.

Maybe it wasn't because of myself at the time, but because of the core of this wand.

Ollivander had told him that the wand had the same core as Thestrals' tail feathers, the same as the core of the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand.

As we all know, as the embodiment of bad luck, Thestrals' tail feathers are a very eerie substance.

Legend has it that only a wizard who is truly capable of controlling death can control it.

This magical substance is very powerful, but it is not uncommon, and these strange anomalies should not occur, and it is impossible that they will not be detected by the machine just now.

A slight suspicion rose in Aven's heart, perhaps because he didn't know enough about the wand and the Thestrals' tail feathers.

Or, the core of his wand wasn't the tail feathers of Thestrals at all.

After all, this wand was not made by Ollivander himself, it was handed down from his ancestors.

If he accidentally remembers incorrectly or for some unknown reason, and doesn't want to tell himself the truth, it's not impossible.

Although he didn't have much contact, Aven could clearly feel that the old guy Ollivander had too many secrets, and there was a gilded sign hanging in front of his shop that read: Ollivanders, a well-made wand since 382 BC.

At first glance, this sentence may seem like nothing wrong, but when you think about it, you will see how terrifying it is.

382 B.C., in other words, more than 2,000 years ago.

At that time, Hogwarts had not yet been established, and it was difficult to say whether there was a British wizarding community and wizards.

It was a time when the wizarding world was just beginning to emerge and the ancient warlocks were running rampant.

A series of recent encounters have made a deep impression of that crazy dark age. Among them, the most typical representatives are the unimaginable magic of ordinary people and the two unspeakable evil gods, they are the product of the crazy magic research of wizards in that era.

Evan shuddered, linking the Ollivanders family to the gods.

Perhaps, the core of his wand is an object from an evil god, so it is unknown under detection.

It was ridiculous, he shook his head. It seems that he needs to find the time to talk to Mr. Ollivander about the wand, or find another master wand maker to take a look at it first to see what it is.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, it was undeniable that he used this wand very easily, and the magic was transmitted very well, as if it was tailor-made for him.

"Aven, you're visiting the Ministry for the first time, aren't you?!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, taking Evan's thoughtful expression as if he was shocked by what he saw.

In front of them, there were at least twenty elevators, blocked by refined golden fence gates.

Evan replied vaguely, looking absentmindedly at the elevator.

It was about five minutes before Sirius came out of breath.

"Arthur, thank you for taking care of Aven!" Sirius gasped, a little impatient, "those guys are so enthusiastic, they rushed up all at once......"

After Dumbledore confirmed that Evan had been found by Mr. Weasley, he apparitioned directly to Fudge's office.

Sirius was left alone to face the frenzied crowd, and it took him a great deal to squeeze through it.

"It's rare to see a wizard as famous as you, and if you want to write an autobiography, it's going to be very popular. Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"Don't make fun of me, Dumbledore went to Fudge. Sirius walked over to Evan and looked at the wizards around him with a headache and pointed at them, "Arthur, could you invite us to sit down with you, and by the way, ask Evan to write a letter to his parents." ”

"No problem, but you have to tell me what the hell is going on. Mr. Weasley said, pushing Evan to an elevator that had just opened, "This way, Evan !"

They squeezed into the elevator, and inside stood a large, unshaven wizard and a pale-faced young wizard.

Together, they carried a large tin box, which emitted a cacophony of grinding and screaming.

"What is this?" Evan asked curiously, leaning over to take a look.

"Be careful, kid!" the big wizard stopped Aven and said angrily, "no one knows what this stuff is, we thought it was just an ordinary cat, maybe a little irritable, but it suddenly grew wings, and its claws and fangs were sharper than the most ferocious cheetahs, and it bites people when it sees them!"

"That's terrible!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Experiments on breeding species without permission. Sirius added, glancing inside through the gap in the tin case, "Look at its tail, which forks in the back, this guy seems to be a mix of a normal cat and a swallow-tailed dog......" (To be continued.) )