I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 15 The most evil! That's right, it's me. (Chai Chai Chai read~~)

quiet--

Dead silence——

Ollivander lowered his jaw and stared at him speechlessly.

And Hagrid also cast his gaze in shock. If it were said that in his hunting cabin, it was just a child's "ignorant" talk.

So now, he is nakedly threatening others.

This approach is almost identical to that of a dark wizard.

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

Owen still chuckled, like a poisonous snake wearing a mask.

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

Ollivander's face turned pale, and there was a trace of inexplicable fear in his eyes.

It was hard to imagine that he could be frightened by a little wizard.

But when the child looked at him with the wand, many frightening images suddenly popped up in his mind.

Among them is the scene of his tragic death under the death curse.

Is this—legilimency?

Ollivander's pupils tightened. Rumor has it that the master of Legilimency can view other people's memories at will, and even insert a completely false memory into that person's head. Let others be your puppets.

Based on his knowledge, there are not many Legilimency masters in the wizarding world who can use this magic to such an extent.

Dumbledore counts as one.

——Grinder——He also seems to be a master of Legilimency.

The famous botanist Liu Huaqiang once said: When you doubt whether a melon has raw melon eggs, the melon is no longer ripe in your heart, so whether you split it or not has no meaning.

Once suspicion arises, the crime has been established

In an instant, Ollivander no longer had any doubts about Owen's identity.

He held that man's wand in his hand, had a terrifying talent for magic, had an evil mind, and had mastered such a terrifying spell at a young age.

All signs indicate that this child is indeed the descendant of that person!

Even if not, it might be that person's descendant.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was in danger. Mr. Ollivander stiffly turned his head and looked in the direction Owen said.

Yes - it's the wand

Sweat beaded on his temples.

How could it be that wand.

——Mr. Ollivander felt a bitter taste in his heart. Today was really his unlucky day.

About seventy years ago, when he was still young.

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

And that night, Grindelwald broke in, after watching his father being tortured, and after hearing that the man had snatched the Deathly Hallows. This intensified the obsession and led to madness.

Maybe the person who uses the wand doesn't have a normal head.

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

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

The wand placed at the bottom of the shelf is a product of those years.

After the madness - the ravings left behind.

Elegy - [Elder, phoenix tail feathers, fourteen inches. 】

With the legendary Elder Wand, [Elderberry, Thestral Tail Feather, fifteen inches. 】

Comes from the same source.

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

Mr. Ollivander, who had never really come into contact with the Elder Wand, could not tell the difference between the two wands.

but--

This piece is definitely his best work in this life!

"No!" Ollivander refused loudly.

"If you don't understand, you will go crazy! It will torture the spirit of every wizard it comes into contact with!"

Elderberry, Phoenix tail feathers.

How could a phoenix stained by death submit to others?

If you are no longer afraid of death, what else will you be afraid of?

No wizard has been able to master it since its creation, not even its creator.

"Unless it's the most evil dark wizard!"

Ollivander said with a deep look.

Maybe the one who comes might be able to hold the wand.

But Owen - he's just a kid.

No matter how high the magic talent is, it is just talent.

"Evil?" Owen suddenly raised his head.

Wow! What a familiar title!

Since the second program started, no one has called him that for a long time!

"The most evil one! That's right, it's me."

Owen Sanchez.

Any wizard who has come into contact with him will never associate words like gentleness and kindness with him.

A man who had Voldemort tattooed on his back.

A man so cruel that Death Eaters fear him.

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

A man who was kicked by every dog ​​he passed on his way to school.

So he ignored Ollivander at all.

Directly waving the wand, the exquisite summoning spell instantly hooked up with the box in the corner and sent it to Owen's hand.

"This-" Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid both widened their eyes.

Huaqiang's Law is triggered again!

Mr. Ollivander felt that if the images in his head just now could be explained by imagination.

Now this scene almost confirmed that the little wizard in front of him was anything but simple.

Hagrid was also shocked by Owen's exquisite magic.

He had little talent for Charms and was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year. Over the years, his energy has been devoted to caring for magical creatures.

It goes without saying that apart from his size, Hagrid's real strength is probably not as good as that of a fifth- or sixth-grade wizard.

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

Because this child reminded him of someone.

A person whose name cannot even be uttered.

"It's very beautiful." Opening the box, a scarlet wand lay quietly inside.

The first impression this wand had on Owen was.

Like - very similar.

Much like the Elder Wand.

Only the position where the hand is held is carved with very cumbersome marks, like pieces of tiny feathers. enable them to be distinguished.

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

The three major staff-making families in Europe have a long history, and they are even older than some ancient pure-blood families.

Knows so many secrets of magic.

But even like this, he couldn't resist the strong obsession to copy the Elder Wand.

He could understand, after all, no master wandmaker could resist the temptation of the Elder Wand, the pinnacle of wandmaking technology.

But - if the Elder Wand is so easy to complicate, then why is it called the Deathly Hallows?

Immediately, Owen held the wand in his hand.

He wanted to see what power this little thing that tempted him had.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Holding it feels like holding a warm jade. This wand is actually warm, and the warmth is very considerate.

Although I have saved the manuscript, it is only a draft and needs to be modified, such as the punchline and so on.

There was nothing going on in the morning, but there were always people walking past my work station, so it was difficult to secretly write a book.

Well, I will try my best to fish in the future!