Quiet –

Dead Silence –

Ollivander drooped his jaw and stared at him speechlessly.

Hagrid also cast his gaze in shock, if in his hunting lodge, it was just a child's 'ignorant' mouth.

Now, he's naked and threatening others.

This practice is almost the same as that of the Dark Wizard.

"Be smart, Mr. Ollivander. I'm just here to buy a wand, you know? ”

Owen still chuckled, like a venomous snake wearing only a mask.

"If you can, you can bring out the fourth shelf, the third row, the box on the far right, and let me try it."

Ollivanders' face turned pale, and an inexplicable fear flashed in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that he would be scared by a little wizard.

But when the boy looked at him with his wand, his brain popped up with many images of fear.

Among them is the image of him dying tragically under the curse of life.

Is this a receptive thought?

Ollivanders' pupils constricted, and it was rumored that the Master of Templar could check other people's memories at will, and even stuff a completely false memory into that person's head. Let others be your own puppets.

And from what he has seen, there are not many dementors in the wizarding world who can use this magic to such an extent.

Dumbledore counted one.

—G—Grinder—he also seems to be a master of the Regents.

Liu Huaqiang, a famous botanist, once said: When you doubt whether a melon is a raw melon egg, the melon is no longer ripe in your heart, so it no longer makes sense for you to split it or not.

Once suspicion arises, the charge is established

For a moment, Ollivander no longer had any doubts about Owen's identity.

With that man's wand in his hand, a terrible magical talent and an evil mind, he mastered such a terrible spell at such a young age.

All indications are that this child is indeed the descendant of that man!

Even if not, it could be a descendant of that man.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was in danger, and turned his head stiffly to look in the direction that Owen had said.

It's—it's the wand...

Sweat oozes from his sideburns.

How could it be that wand.

- Mr. Ollivander, with a bitter taste in his heart, today is really his bad day.

About seventy years ago, when he was still young.

When Mr. Ollivander first heard about the Elder Wand from his father, he was fascinated by the magical wand.

And that night, Grindelwald broke in, after watching his father being tortured, after hearing that the man had snatched the Deathly Hallows. It exacerbates that obsession, and then madness.

Maybe with a wand, the head is not very normal.

Maybe it's unwillingness, maybe it's anger, maybe it's a challenge to a greater Elder Wand.

Mr. Ollivander began to study frantically how to make a powerful wand.

And the wand at the bottom of the shelf is a product of that time.

After the madness - the whisper left behind.

Elegy - [Elderberry, phoenix tail feather cane heart, fourteen inches.] 】

With the legendary Elder Wand, elderberry, Thestrals, tail feathers, fifteen inches. 】

Homologous.

It can be said that this wand, which he gave its name,—— Elegy, is already the most powerful wand a wizard can make.

Mr. Ollivander, who had never really touched the Elder Wand, couldn't tell the difference between the two wands.

But—

This root is definitely the best work in his life!

"No!" Ollivander loudly refused.

"If you don't understand, you're going crazy! It will torment the spirit of every wizard who comes into contact! ”

Elderberry, phoenix tail feathers.

How can a phoenix tainted with death submit to others?

Even death is no longer afraid, what will it fear?

No wizard had ever mastered it since he created it, not even its creator.

"Unless- the most evil dark wizard!"

Ollivander said with a deep gaze.

Perhaps the one who came might get his hands on the wand.

But Owen — he's just a kid.

No matter how high the magical talent is, it's just a talent.

"Evil?" Owen looked up suddenly.

Wow! What a familiar name!

It's been a long time since the second week opened, and no one has called him that!

"The most wicked! That's right, it's me. ”

Owen Sanchez.

Anyone who comes into contact with his weekly wizard will never associate words like gentleness and kindness with him.

A man Voldemort had to tattoo him on his back.

A man cruel enough to make the Death Eaters fear.

A man who carries Sanchez's bloodline through to the end.

A man who had to be kicked twice by a passing dog on his way to school.

So he didn't bother with Ollivander at all.

With a direct wave of the wand, a subtle summoning spell instantly hooked the box in the corner and sent it to Owen's hand.

"This—" Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid's eyes widened.

Huaqiang's law is triggered again!

Mr. Ollivander felt that if the pictures in his head could be explained by imagination.

The current scene almost confirmed that the little wizard in front of him was not simple.

Hagrid was also struck by Owen's subtle magic.

He didn't have much talent for charms, and was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year. All these years of his energy has been spent taking care of Fantastic Beasts.

It is invisibly said that in addition to his size, Hagrid's real strength is probably not as good as that of a little wizard in the fifth or sixth grade.

It was precisely because of this that he was shocked by Owen.

Because of this child, he reminded him of a person.

A man who can't even say his name.

"It's pretty." The box was opened, and a scarlet wand lay quietly inside.

The wand's first impression on Owen was.

Like—very like.

Much like the Elder Wand.

Only the position of the hand is carved, and this very cumbersome mark is carved, like a piece of tiny feathers. makes them distinguishable.

Then Owen glanced at Mr. Ollivander with a honeyed smile on his face.

The three major staff families in Europe have a long history, and they are even older than some of the oldest pure-bloods.

There are so many secrets of magic to know.

But even so, I can't resist the strong obsession of wanting to copy the Elder Wand.

He could understand that, after all, no wand-maker could resist the temptation of the pinnacle of wand-making technology, the Elder Wand.

But if the Elder Wand was so easy to get complicated, what was the Deathly Hallows?

Immediately, Owen took the wand in his hand.

He came to see what power this little thing seduced him had.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Holding it feels like holding a warm jade, this wand still has a temperature, and the warmth is very intimate.