On the wand-making table, the black and silver tape measure flicked Grigovich's fingertips, and the tape measure automatically stretched out and flew around Dumbledore, and Grigovich jotted down the corresponding data on the parchment.

"Dumbledore, since the last time you helped me fight off that man's Death Eater, Germany seems to be pretty peaceful... Do you think they're coming to me?" asked the wandmaker, who had temporarily put away his quill, after a rustle, "This mob seems to have robbed several pure-blood families of their fortunes abroad... Mystery people, are they in a hurry? I don't think they're going to find much in the ancestral homes of those families... They should go to Gringotts. ”

Dumbledore opened his arm and let the tape measure measure measure the length of his arm, "Tom is in a hurry, he has found that he has a completely invincible opponent, but he is unwilling to admit it and unwilling to do so, so in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit troops, he is more important to try to strengthen his own abilities, so until the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, you are not safe here." ”

"Speaking of the whereabouts of the Elder Wand... This is the most emotionless, calm and cruel wand... He keeps luring his master into struggle, but he doesn't always have a fixed allegiance to a single person, it doesn't have a permanent master, and it keeps causing fights..."Grigovich approached Dumbledore, "and now it's lost from your hands, which confirms this statement... Dumbledore, forgive me for taking the liberty of being curious... Dumbledore, who in the world can take the Elder Wand from your hands?" Grigovich looked at Dumbledore quietly, "Is it Alan Harris?"

"Oh, why do you think it's him?" Dumbledore's expression looked surprised, "Grigovich, why do you think it's him?"

"The mysterious man wants to find me to get the news of the Elder Wand, so he doesn't know that the Elder Wand was once in your hands....and you've lost it... Then the only powerful wizard in the world is Alan Harris. Grigovich's long, rough fingers pulled out a brand new piece of parchment, "And you've lost it now... Then the three of you are the best wizards in the world..."Grigovich looked at Dumbledore, "but it doesn't seem like it's him from the look on your face?" Unfortunately, the Elder Wand must be defeated before it changes hands, and if he doesn't know this, it looks like he'll have to wait a few more decades for you to see Merlin before it can be used. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "The Elder Wand was hit by me... When I was poisoned and couldn't resist, I was taken by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters, but at that time, the other party put the wand in my hand and used another weapon to remove you... So unfortunately, the other party seems to fully understand the secret. ”

"I guess it's a bit of a pureblood... At the very least, he should be a half-blood... Muggles don't understand this. Grigovich nodded, "So, Dumbledore, do you think it's going to be Alan Harris?"

"To be honest, I had doubts... Since those two were pretending to be Death Eaters, they didn't take the opportunity to kill me all... If the whole thing is a trap, it's really Allen's style and his attitude towards me... But Grigovich, I think you should have noticed from the TV that he is completely free of his wand dependence..."Dumbledore shook his head, "You seem to be extra interested in him today?"

"The Umbrella Company just sent me a letter of invitation to live and open a store in the Floating City. Grigovich pointed to the letter he had received earlier, "I just want to know more about him from you." ”

"Oh, I've invited you," Dumbledore frowned for a moment, "if you're willing to go to Hogwarts, your safety won't be a problem, but what do you think now?"

"I didn't think much of it about security... But Dumbledore, I'm getting old—" Grigovich squeezed out a bitter smile, "I've been making wands all my life and I'm struggling now, and I've just noticed the accessibility of that core... It seems to help me continue my career. ”

"If you look at it this way, it's a good thing... Durmstrang students are a big deal to run a little more to the Floating City to buy you a wand during the holidays... Ollivander would also be happy to have a peer to compete with him up close. Dumbledore knew what the other party was thinking and said, "Speaking of which, he recently learned a hand from Alan and started using metal to make wands. ”

"That's why I wanted to go over and see it..."Grigovich responded excitedly, and found that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to be interested in a row of wands, knowing that the other party didn't want to say more, Grigovich turned around and opened a cabinet door, and the wandmaker pulled out a large box with all kinds of wood labeled inside, and he picked out three pieces of wood and pulled them out.

"Ollivanders is obsessed with 'wands choose wizards', but I'm not... Most of the mediocre or new little wizards choose the ones in my box that don't matter... For a gifted wizard like you, I think tailor-made is the best way to reach your potential... I remember you had a phoenix, and the rod core used the tail feathers of magical beasts that are closely related to you. Grigovich used his wand to direct a basin of water to float over, and he pointed to the soap on the side of the basin, "But before you test these three pieces of wood, Dumbledore, you have to wash your hands, you just ate too many pastries with your hands while watching TV..."

Back at the Monte family mansion, Voldemort's heavy leather boots stomped on the scarlet, viscous liquid on the ground, and splattered blood slipped from his boots.

In the room, the flowing blood slowly coagulated and began to blacken, only the pungent smell of blood continued to spread, and a cold hissing sounded, and behind Voldemort, Nagini's wavy body bypassed the corpses, leaving a meandering, wide trail of blood dragging on the floor, and from the human form in its belly, it was already fed.

The heir to the Monte family, Gregor Monte, was not like his distant relatives who died in this room, he was still alive and well, huddled in a corner, trembling as the Dark Lord in front of him approached him.

Voldemort's serpent-like pale face had an eerie twisted smile, scarlet eyes like a slit in the slits on the boy lying on the ground, and a shriveled human eye held on a cushioned back and covered by a glass cover carved with intricate inscriptions.

"Very well, dear Grigor, you are not lying ... I see the truth looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the Eye of Vekena I'm looking for. Voldemort approached the boy on the ground with his head, which didn't look like heaving from the sideways, "You know the truth better than your stupid relatives..."

"The most... Most honorable Dark Lord, please spare my life... I... I'm still useful, most of the Monte family's wealth is in Gringotts, and as the sole heir, I need to get them out. Grigor was terrified, and there was a glimmer of hope that now the Dark Lord had found what he was looking for, and might be able to spare him—and he couldn't wait to return to Durmstrang and to his father's protection.

Voldemort's chilling gaze rolled a few times on Griegor's face, "Lucius?"

"Master, the wealth we have recently stolen is enough for the time being... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose a better target..."Lucius lowered his head and walked forward quickly, his cold gray-blue eyes looking down at Grigor who was paralyzed on the ground without emotion, "The goblins of Gringotts are very smart, and although this kid in front of him is indeed worthy of inheriting their family's wealth, he will not be able to get any gold until he proves that his elder is indeed dead... Master, we don't have to delay for this..."

Grigor was so frightened that he couldn't even shout words for mercy, but Lucius didn't move after he finished speaking, he raised his head slightly, looked sideways at Voldemort, trying to see his attitude from his master's expression, but saw that his cold mouth had not moved, and his slender fingers pressed on his arm, carefully examining the message, and did not seem to pay attention to his thoughtful reply - the hostility between the Monte family and the Harris family, He was completely aware of the unfriendly relationship, and when he saw the opportunity, Lucius took advantage of the situation to push the Monte family in the direction of destruction.

A low hissing sound sounded, which made all the Death Eaters present shiver, and the giant serpent at Voldemort's feet leaned out and raised its body vertically, its body as thick as a human thigh, its eyes unblinking, and its pupils perpendicular.

"Nagini, well, Bella has just finished... Of course you can take care of that child..."Voldemort looked down at the serpent as he climbed higher and higher, the serpent put his body on Voldemort's shoulder, Voldemort caressing the serpent with his slender fingers, and his eyes looked at Grigor who was trembling on the side, "Gregor Monte, since you know who I am and you want to live, let's play a game." ”