Surprise enveloped Lunn in an instant, and he immediately looked at the crazy girl lying on the couch next to him with a full burp, noticing Lunn's gaze, and Luna swirled around Lunn with her silver-gray eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, until Hermione sent a reminder, "Luna... I think Lunn wanted to see the Elder Wand with his own eyes..."

"I know... I just don't want to touch it with my hands..."Luna said reluctantly, she took out a blue cloth wrapped in a bag from her fanny pack, and then carefully opened the package to reveal the wand's true face, she pinched the base of the wand with her fingernails, as if she didn't want to let her hand touch the wand more, and then she twisted it in front of Lunn.

Lunn looked at Luna's cautious posture, his back straightened involuntarily, and his raised hand couldn't help but shrink back: "Luna, you are so cautious... It's dangerous? How do I take it?"

Without an immediate reply, Luna let go of her hand and landed it in Lunn's hand, who was panicking at the sight of her wand falling.

"It's not dangerous, just take it... I just think it has an almond flavor. As if afraid that the almond flavor she was talking about would reach her mouth, Luna's mouth opened very little and her voice was a little muffled.

Accustomed to the mad girl's puzzling nonsense, the others were accustomed to it, and Lunn gave up the idea of finding out, instead looking intently at the six knots of the elderberry wand.

Penelope's face was a little displeased, he looked at the old wand, and muttered: "If you give it to you, cherish it and throw it away, and you won't be afraid of breaking it...."

"The Elder Wand is the most emotionless, the most calm and cruel, it only thinks about ability... Other wands will maintain a certain loyalty to a wizard, so even if you are used to 'remove your weapon', but continue to hold that wand, even if you lose the war, but still hold that wand, that wand will serve you....they will not give up the wand owner so easily... Of course, if a wand chooses a capable person, they will prefer the owner they choose..."Alan, who is also a master wand, explained the characteristics of the wand, "However, this old wand is different, it is only loyal to ability, so it is completely emotionless... It goes with power. If you win, then you win the wand, so some legends say that in order to have it, you need to kill the original owner... All you need to do is defeat him, so I set up a trap to get it from Dumbledore and avoid any further conflict with the White Wizard..."

"And the Elder Wand may be able to make our spells more powerful than our Mithril Wand, but the other features are no better for us than the Mithril Wand. Hermione, as the witch who put the laxative into the crystal basin with her own hands, knew what the trap Alan was talking about, and from the way Luna grabbed the wand, she was smart enough to perceive the secret, and her face became a little pale, "So this old wand is not yet visible, we can't use it openly, otherwise Allen's efforts to avoid causing conflict will be in vain..."

Luna, who is usually a little sloppy, was using her hand to clean it at this time, and she said in a trance: "I don't need to use it to cast spells, but I just use it to study and discover the secrets of the power of the god of death." ”

"It's a pity..."Lunn seemed to be a little obsessed with the Elder Wand, and as he spoke, he suddenly put the Elder Wand in front of him and sniffed, because Luna's previous words had hypnotized Lunn and he smelled something that didn't exist, "Luna, you don't like the smell of almonds?

......At this time, Allen, who was sitting on the side, suddenly leaned forward and retched uncontrollably to the ground.

Lunn was taken aback by his brother's sudden and violent reaction, he dropped his wand and quickly patted Allen's back, and asked with concern, "What's wrong, what's wrong with you, Ellen?"

"What? does it really smell like macaroon?" Luna's eyes bulged, and she leaned forward, retching uncontrollably to the ground—and then it turned into real vomit, and the oysters were spit out.

"Meringues? Dumbledore had a great time last semester... Huh?" Hermione froze, and she finally figured out the connection between the smell of almonds and the Elder Wand and the laxatives she had placed herself, and Hermione leaned forward and retched uncontrollably at the ground.

"Oh no! someone poisoned the oysters!! Penelope saw that all three of them were vomiting, she kicked open the table in front of her and bounced, and with her right hand she quickly pulled out the universal antidote that the Aurors were equipped with, and opened Alan's mouth to pour it into it—the unusually bitter but uplifting potion that had poisoned the wizard and slid down Alan's mouth and into his stomach.

Ankka thought that Penelope was crazy and was attacking Allen, and fanned her wings to come and help, but was imprisoned by the anxious witch with a petrification charm.

"Penello, stop... It's not... Hmm!" After brewing for a long time, Alan finally succeeded in speaking, but Penelope thought that he was going to refuse and wanted to leave the potion to others, so Penelope poured the potion in his hand at the moment when he opened his mouth, and Allen's words were held back again.

Because of the bitter potion and the oyster effect in his stomach, Alan was shaking from head to toe like Dumbledore was drugged by Harry in that cave...

Later, after a relieved Hermione, and a relieved Allen, after a general explanation, Lunn and Penelope joined the retching chorus - especially Lunne, who sniffed the Elder Wand up close and began to smell a lot of old man.

After another ten minutes, everyone in this private meeting room changed their smell again, and the skillful robot had been busy cleaning up the room for a while.

Penelope, who forced Alan to have an antidote in his stomach out of thin air, showed a rare shyness in her expression, but she still maintained it on her face, and forced herself to maintain her dignity: "I told you! Don't eat so many oysters next time, you will have a bad stomach..."

After saying that, Penelope squeezed out a stiff smile at Anka, who was begging for comfort on Alan's lap, without showing a jealous expression, which made Hermione can't help but sarcastically - this is almost an apology for Penelope.

Lunn leaned all his strength on the sofa and gasped, he poured himself a sip of tea: "Luna, what are you going to say next time... Please, explain it. ”

The churning of his stomach eased a little, and Alan put down the hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, and looked up at Lunn, who had no intention of leaving, and looked a little suspicious - judging from Lunn's past behavior, he would leave very neatly after losing someone, avoiding ridicule and embarrassment, and now he has obviously eased up, but he has stayed in the room for so long and has not meant to leave.

So Allen, who decided to defuse the atmosphere at the scene, took the initiative to ask: "Lunn, then what's next?"

"It's okay.. Uh, I mean it's not a serious matter..."Lunn coughed softly and looked much more squirming than usual, "Alan, the weather is so nice today, should we go to Quidditch?"

"I didn't even know you were so obsessed with the sport after we vomited—" Alan raised an eyebrow at his brother, and the girls in the room looked at Director Harris as well.

"The Harris family's new cousins asked Lunn to play with the Quidditch star. Luna's fluttering voice came.