Finally, Eren, who was no longer affected by Voldemort's potions and Fat House Happy Water, picked up the Elder Wand that had been seized from Dumbledore, the brown elderberry wand was about 15 inches long and looked pimple-like, Allen's hand slid over its six raised joints, and the silver metal ring in the middle was cold, and Alan held it and shook it gently.

"The Elder Wand has great magical powers, and it is also the most emotionless and cruel wand, it has no loyalty to its master, and only considers the abilities of the wand-wielding wizard. Therefore, in order to truly conquer it, it is necessary to defeat its original owner. The Elder Wand spun in Ellen's hand, "It has a long and bloody history, and it is almost inevitable that wizards will duel and murder in order to get it. ”

"That's the Grim Reaper using it to make people fight. Luna nodded, frowning and shrinking her neck.

"Ironically, it doesn't have to be that cruel at all, it's enough to 'remove your weapons'. Alan raised his hand to Luna and made an inviting gesture.

Then, Alan raised the Elder Wand in his hand, and with Luna's spell, the Elder Wand flew out as if it had been knocked away by a huge force, and just as it was about to hit the wall, Luna used the Flying Charm, which quickly shifted its direction and fell into Luna's hands - she sniffed with some vigilance, and finally didn't smell anything before she was relieved.

Looking at Luna, who was playing with the Elder Wand, Alan thought of the nightmarish vision he had just seen, he hesitated for a moment and asked the confusion in his heart: "Luna, in fact, I have always been a little concerned but what I didn't ask was... If we solve the Grim Reaper... What will you do? Become the new Grim Reaper?"

"I don't know, maybe..."The Elder Wand spun around Luna's hand to return her gaze to Alan's face, she sighed, "I don't know if I haven't been a true god... Alan, tonight from the beginning of our plan to now, I feel that the power of the god of death is beyond my original imagination, he seems to have detected it in advance, I have always felt an invisible force choking my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe, and I always feel a strange cold wind in the back of my neck... Our first goal now is to deal with the Grim Reaper..."

Alan stared at Luna for a moment, and his tone was a little helpless: "That's because the sweater inside you is wearing backwards..."

"Oh—" Luna tugged at the collar of her sweater, then stared at the somewhat silent Alan and smiled, "Do you still have the laxatives Dumbledore took?"

"Don't even think about it!"

In the second half of the night, in the dark night, there was silence all around Hogwarts, and the young wizards in the castle were still asleep, and the sound of slow footsteps could be heard in the wide corridors. Harry helped Dumbledore to swim out of the forbidden range of anti-apparition and returned to Hogwarts.

Arriving at the door of Professor Snape's office, he gripped Dumbledore's arm tightly, and Dumbledore's weight was almost on Harry.

Harry raised his hand to knock on the door of Snape's office, but the door suddenly opened, and Alan and Luna appeared in front of Harry and Dumbledore with pale faces and lifeless expressions supporting each other.

The eyes of the four people met, and each other was very surprised.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry, good evening?" Allen's gaze fell on Dumbledore, who was leaning on Harry, and he made a surprised look and asked knowingly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, are you alright, are you here?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern. Dumbledore leaned on Harry's hand to stop his answer, and then the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched weakly and said, "I drank a little bit of a drink that wasn't very healthy...... What's wrong with you?"

Luna's mouth suddenly opened and she let out a loud burp.

"What a coincidence... We also drank too much Muggle soda and were not feeling well, so we came to Professor Snape to get some potions..."In the surprised eyes of Harry and Dumbledore, Alan pointed to the room behind him, "Professor Snape hasn't rested yet, you guys hurry inside." ”

After saying that, Alan smiled at Harry and walked out of the door with Luna's vague steps, Dumbledore's eyes were a little puzzled, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart that he hadn't explained the correctness of his guess to Harry before - he was a little suspicious of Eren, but seeing the state of these two people didn't seem to be fake... However, Alan and the others were not feeling well, so they came to Severus instead of going to the school doctor's office, and the symptoms looked similar to their own... This made Dumbledore's doubts even greater.

Before closing the door, Harry heard Alan complain to Luna, "Next time you'll have to 'clean up' yourself!"

At this time, deep in the deep forests of Albania, in the underground grottoes, there was a roaring fire burning in some rough boulder fireplaces, and the fire lit up the vast hall.

The hall was filled with silent Death Eaters, who stared at Voldemort in the middle of the hall with trepidation, and judging by their cautious expressions, it seemed that everyone was worried that they would anger their master, who had been particularly grumpy and cruel in recent days.

The hairless, snake-like man held a piece of parchment in his hand, and his expression seemed to soften a little against the light of the jumping fire.

"You bunch of trash, you are not as good as a little witch. A high-pitched voice rang out in the room.

The Death Eaters in the room lowered their heads when the boulder door swung open, and Lucius Malfoy, dressed a little too well-dressed, strode into the hall with a tray of several things, soothing the awkward silence.

Voldemort turned, his sparkling red eyes staring at Lucius Malfoy's approach.

"Lucius, come here. Voldemort pointed to a position in front of him, and Lucius's gaze slid over Bellatrix Lestrange, whose abdomen was bulging behind Voldemort, and walked to the designated position, where the eyes of most of the people in the room followed him, and Voldemort spoke to him first: "Tell this bunch of rubbish what good news you brought back." ”

"Master, I managed to find the Hand of Vikna in that ancient ruin, and brought it back. Lucius respectfully handed Voldemort one of the glass-covered boxes on the tray with both hands.

Voldemort lifted the lid of the box, and his eyes focused on the withered hands of the withered man withered inside, supported by a glass cover with intricate carved patterns.

"The hosts... This hand can't touch directly..."Lucius stepped forward and reminded, "We've had three dead... One of them was frozen into ice, and two were drained of all their vitality and turned into dried corpses. ”

Voldemort didn't pay attention to Lucius's reminder, he put the box on the table on the side, tapped his pale right hand with his wand, and cast a protective spell for himself, he lifted the glass cover, and directly picked up the withered human hand, the black gas of the curse instantly entangled him, and continued to spread upward on his arm, but in front of Voldemort, who has studied the curse deeply and has been protected in advance, these black gases can only stay on the surface of the skin, and cannot penetrate Voldemort's flesh and blood.

"Lucius, well done, it's genuine..."Voldemort's red eyes flashed, his lipsless mouth twisted into a strange smile, he put Vicna's hand back on the mat, the black gas entangled in his hand instantly retreated, Voldemort turned his pale fingers like a spider's big hand, "One of the two strange things that Vicna made out of his own body, a very precious magic item, but unfortunately he needs to cut off his own hand to replace it... It's kind of useful for research. ”

"The hosts... It's three..."Lucius picked up a few stone slabs from the tray and whispered to remind the mysterious man, "... I've also found some documents in that ruin, and it seems that Vecna used his heart to make a third thing out of his own after becoming an undead in addition to his palms and eyes..."