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"I can't believe it, I didn't expect you to think the Deathly Hallows thing was real. "In fact, everyone in the wizarding world has heard of this legend, but very few actually believe it. ”

"Like back then, I didn't even believe in magic, Mr. Ollivander. Hermione said, "It wasn't until Hogwarts wrote to me that I finally realized that everything that was wrong with me was understandable. ”

"Yes, magic ......," Ollivander opened his mouth, "a force to be desired." ”

"Mr. Ollivanders, in fact, I have a personal question for you. Van Lin said suddenly.

"What?"

"About the Deathly Hallows itself. Van Lin said lightly, looking into Ollivanders' eyes.

The last time I saw Ollivander was when I was testing wands at the Ministry of Magic, it was like Dumbledore, and in Van Lin's impression, every wizard had a pair of bright eyes.

Unlike Muggles, a strong inner strength allows wizards to maintain a considerable degree of clarity, a similar expression of temperament, which can be instantly recognizable in the crowd.

Erudite, with strong knowledge as a foundation.

But in fact, Ollivander's state is not very good, it is like being blinded by a layer of white mist, although he can still feel Ollivander's spirit, but in fact, it is like Dumbledore who is about to leave, and a twilight surrounds him.

Ollivanders didn't have long to do, he was already old and was about to come to the end of his torture in the dungeon, and I have to admit that this is a sad thing, after all, many people's wands are from Ollivander's hand.

"The Deathly Hallows itself?"

"Yes, exactly, about its maker...... "Van Lin's words, "in fact, can you decipher for me who it is......"

"It's a god...... Ollivanders interrupted Van Lin, "it's a weapon made by the Grim Reaper that brings cholera and death to wizards, and in fact, every wand maker has explored who could make such a powerful wand......"

"So, what about the result?"

"It's not a secret that the Elder Wand is made," Ollivander said softly, "and it can even be said that the Elder Wand is very rudimentary, the tail feathers and elderberries of Yeqi, there was once a wand maker who got this wand coveted by countless wizards, but that was all the wizard came to conclusion. ”

"How could it be ......" Ron was a little distracted, "even the simplest wand can't say ......"

"Yes, there are no inscriptions, no runes, it's just plain, the original state of the elderberry, and then the tail feathers of Yeqi are added. "Ollivander is sure.

"That's your ancestor, right?" asked Van Lin.

"Yes, my ancestors," Ollivander nodded, "the feeling of making a powerful wand is intoxicating to every maker, but the fact that the real contact with the Elder Wand is incomprehensible and ......simple is incomprehensible."

"Can't do what?"

"It's hard to describe what that feels like, Mr. Al. "Actually, my father tried to make it, but it turned out ......."

"Didn't work out?"

"No, to be exact, it worked, but, the most important thing was missing, and it would be inappropriate to call the Elder Wand a wand, so to speak. "My father tried countless things, but in the end it was only to stuff the tail feathers of the elderberry into the elderberry, because the normal way of making a wand could not even make a connection to the elderberry and the power of the elderberry, and at that time, my father realized the truth about the elder wand." ”

"Really?"

"Yes, we are missing a mysterious substance, so to speak, power. Ollivander's expression was a little floating, "The Elder Wand, not so much a wand, is more than a prop that carries a portion of its power. ”

"There's no such thing as an Elder Wand, and in fact, elderberry itself isn't a good material for carrying magical powers, as for Yeqi...... People who have not been in contact with death, let alone communicate with Yeqi's power, that belongs to death. ”

"Death ......"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, death!"

Ollivanders' eyes seemed to become much clearer, but his body curled up.

"It's just a scam. "The Elder Wand itself is a material infused with the power of endless death, it can be a piece of metal, it can be holly wood, it can be any kind of ...... Through the tail feathers of Yeqi as the sustenance of death, and then to communicate the power of death, with magic, when the two powers are combined with each other, naturally, the owner will become powerful. ”

"But, if you ......do what you say," Hermione frowned, "the Elder Wand is just an instilled ...... Battery? The power in it should have been used up long ago. ”

That's why I believe that there really is a God. "According to family records, casting a spell through the Elder Wand always mobilizes an external force to merge with its own magic, and although the Elder Wand itself is only elderberry and the tail feathers of Yeqi, it is like a holy weapon of the Holy See, and it has long since deteriorated after devouring death, like a believer communicating with the gods." And the gods give believers unparalleled power and death, which is why the maker of the wand can't really make it, no one can grasp more power of death than the god who controls death, and, according to the later situation, the old wand can still communicate death, and all the power is not rootless, naturally, the person who has the wand is equivalent to the endorsement of the god of death, and catches the wand itself to release the power that belongs to death. ”

This is what Fan Lin didn't expect, the god of death will really save trouble, even if he is sealed, he can also draw the power of death through a magic wand, which may be the basis for his existence, the free death can be absorbed by the god of death very little, he needs a real spokesperson to provide him with the capital not to die.

Besides, it's all wizards who die, aren't they?

It must be admitted that in the essence of the soul, a more systematic practice is nourished by magic, and the release of a wizard's death is far more powerful than hundreds or thousands of Muggles.

However, in this case, it seems that the Deathly Hallows is even less necessary to interfere with Voldemort's access to it?

In the end, what Voldemort tried to do was still not free from the identity that death had assigned to him?

Van Lin probably figured out what state Voldemort was in now, a power that was not completely out of control, and then, driven by death, he was reduced to a servant state step by step.

The Grim Reaper has not completely dissolved, and Van Lin does not think that Voldemort can solve the consciousness of the Death Reaper, and Van Lin has also heard of the Death Eater's crazy excavation operation.

Tom naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity to increase his strength, and he thought that compared to the headless fly state of Van Lin, Tom, who had obtained a part of the death power, was easier to find the death that was still missed scattered outside, and as for the rest, Van Lin, who was well sealed, didn't think that Tom could find it, Van Lin had seen it, and those gods were not the existence of the uncle next door, at least in terms of strength, they were always much stronger than them wizards.

Voldemort did a good job of aggregating the parts that were scattered outside, that is, the real troubles, and then brought together countless small troubles.

Although this may be tricky, as long as it is solved together, Fan Lin doesn't have to run around the world in fear, does he?

What do you think...... It seems that there is still so much that needs to be solved.

A Tom, a madman obsessed with mastering death, and then adding a pile of mutilated flesh with power?

Compared to Vanlin's headache, Harry was the real trouble at the moment, Voldemort's consciousness had been affecting him, and as the conversation progressed, this effect almost made Harry almost crazy.

Deathly Hallows, Horcruxes...... All sorts of factors have been influencing him.

"Well, then, Mr. Ollivanders, I would like to ask you one last question, and when you are done, you can rest. ”

"What?"

"You told the mysterious Grigovich that he had the Elder Wand, didn't you?" Harry shook his head, making him look off.

Ollivander's face became ...... If possible...... Pale even more. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked horrible. "How are you...... How ......?"

"It doesn't matter how I know," Harry closed his eyes, and for a moment he saw Durmstrand's main street, which was still dark further north.

"You told the mysterious Grigovich that he had the Elder Wand?"

"It's a rumor," Ollivander whispered. "A rumor, many, many years ago, long before you were born, I believe that Grigovich himself spread the news. You can see how good this is for business, and one would think that he is studying and copying the properties of the Elder's wand. ”

"Yes, I know," Harry said, standing up suddenly. "Thank you," Harry said. "Thank you very much. Let's leave now, and you can rest well. "Ollivanders looks like he's been hit.

"He's torturing me!" he cried out, gasping for air. "Drill Heart Mantra...... ...... you can't imagine."

"I know," Harry said calmly, "I know it all. Please have a good rest. Thank you so much for telling us this. ”

Saying goodbye to Ollivander, several people went downstairs to see Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of them.

When they appeared at the door, they both looked up at Harry, but Harry only nodded and walked straight into the garden.

Harry wasn't quite right, and naturally, Van Lin couldn't let Harry go on his own.

Harry walked over to the garden, the pain in his head growing stronger. Now he had to work hard to organize his terrible conjectures, but he knew he just had to hold on a little longer. Things will soon come to an end, and soon he will know if his conjecture is correct. He only needs to confirm one more small problem and explain the whole thing to everyone.

"Once upon a time, Grigovich had the Elder Wand," Harry said, "and I knew that the mystery man was trying to find him. When he finally caught Grigovich, he found that the wand was no longer in Grigovich's hands: Grindelwald had stolen it. I don't know how Grindelwald found out that Grigovich had an Elder's wand...... But if Grigovich is stupid enough to spread rumors, it's not a difficult thing to do. ”

Voldemort was standing in front of the gates of Hogwarts, and Harry saw him standing there, and in the coming dawn, there was a light in Hogwarts...... Getting closer.

"Grindelwald used the Elder's wand to make himself strong. When Dumbledore was at his most powerful, knowing that he was the only one who could stop him, he duel Grigovich, defeated him, and obtained the Elder Wand. ”

"Dumbledore got the Elder Wand?" Ron asked, surprised. "So...... Where is it now?"

"At Hogwarts," Harry said, struggling to get his consciousness back into the cliff garden.

"Let's go, then!" said Ron, eagerly. "Harry, let's get it before he does!"

"It's too late," Harry whispered. He couldn't concentrate anymore and could only grab his head and try to hold on a little longer. "He knew it was there. He's already there. ”

"Harry!" Ron said irritably. "How long do you know about this...... Why are we wasting time? Why are you talking to Rachel first? We should have set off a long time ago...... We ...... now"

"No," Harry said, his knees limp, slowly kneeling into the grass, "Hermione is right. Dumbledore didn't want me to get it. He didn't want me to take it away. He wanted me to go to the Horcruxes. ”

"That's the invincible wand, Harry!" Ron groaned.

"I shouldn't have taken that wand...... I should go get the Horcrux......"

......

Now it's dark and cold everywhere: the sun has just risen over the horizon. He and Snape walked silently along the road to the lake.

"I'll be looking for you at the castle in the near future," Voldemort said in a high-pitched, cold voice. "Stand down. ”

Snape bowed and walked away along the path, his black cloak flitting behind him.

Harry took a few slow steps, waiting for Snape's back to disappear.

He didn't want Snape, or anyone, to see where he was going. But there was no light in the windows of the castle, and no one could spot him...... He also cast a disillusionment spell on himself, so that even he could not see himself.

He continued walking along the lake, admiring the silhouette of this lovely castle, his first kingdom, his birthright...... It was here, by the lake, that the dark waters of the lake reflected the white marble tomb...... An unnecessary stain on this familiar land.

A wave of ecstasy rushed against him, with intense devastation. He held up his old yew wand: it was its last great performance, and it was a fitting fit.

The tomb was torn open from beginning to end.

The body in the shroud was as emaciated as it had been before death. He raised his wand again. The Shroud opened. A translucent, sunken face was revealed, but it was well preserved. He thought it was funny: they were still wearing glasses on his crooked nose.

Dumbledore's hands were folded on his chest, and there it was, held in his hands, buried with him.

Would the old fool think that marble or death would protect the wand? would he think the Dark Lord would be afraid to desecrate his grave? The spider-like hand suddenly reached down and pulled the wand out of Dumbledore's hand, and as he pulled it outward, a string of sparks came out of the top of the wand, flickering on the corpse of its former owner, finally ready to serve its new master.

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