The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"With the background of the Malfoy family, can you tell me if there is something wrong with this wand?" Voldemort motioned for him to stand up and put the wand in his hand in front of him.

"Master, according to your description, after I went back, I searched through all the records about the wand in the family. There is no precedent." Lucius shook his head. He had never heard of such a thing as a wand releasing water on an enemy.

"Then who can tell me!" Voldemort shouted at the Death Eaters in front of him, "Why is this!"

The Death Eaters quickly knelt down and looked at each other. They had never heard of such a thing. As a wizard's weapon, the wand would serve the wizard faithfully as long as it was not damaged.

There are also rare cases where the wizard's character has undergone a major change and his compatibility with the wand has declined.

However, in this case, when using a wand again, there will be an obvious strange feeling of using someone else's wand. Often the problem can be solved by changing to a wand that suits you.

Lucius felt something strange. The master often got no answer to his questions. He must have gotten angry after such a long time. Why was he so quiet?

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at Voldemort. Sure enough, her wand had already lit up a green light, but the light was getting brighter and brighter. Why didn't the wand ever lift?The tip of the stick was pointed at no one else, but myself!

Cold sweat gradually soaked his clothes. He carefully moved his knees, took a few steps back, and then looked up secretly.

The unstoppable sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, slipped over his Adam's apple, and soaked his collar.The deadly tip of the rod was still pointing at him.

Lucius straightened his body and shouted loudly, "Master! I have! I have an immature idea..."

"Lucius, you always bring me surprises, tell me," Voldemort withdrew his magic power and looked at him with some surprise. Malfoy, who had always been silent about making a fortune, has become so active. Should he be given the opportunity? given.

"Why does the wand stop after casting a spell? Why does it stop...," Lucius kept repeating. He had no idea, it was just delaying time.

As he repeated, more and more eyes focused on him, and the invisible pressure made him look like a drowning man who had just been rescued from the shore. Just when he mentioned the magic wand for an unknown number of times, his eyes suddenly lit up. , "Master! Wand! Why don't we ask those who make wands? For professional matters, go to professionals!"

"For professional matters, look for professionals?" Voldemort put away his patience that was about to run out. Lucius's words made sense. "Then what are you waiting for? I'm going to meet Garrick Ollivander today. !”

"But Master! We can't go to Ollivander's wand shop!" A Death Eater hurriedly stood up and explained that he was specifically responsible for operations.

"Bastard! Are there any places in the wizarding world that we can't go to?" Voldemort angrily raised his wand again and warned him, "I think the person in charge of the action team should be changed!"

"Lord, Master, please forgive me! Please listen to my explanation! The sign of Ollivander's Wand Shop has, yes," the panicked Death Eater didn't know how to express at this time. There is no difference between mentioning a cat in front of Voldemort and seeking death. ,.

He hesitated for a long time, and when he saw that the death curse on the wand was about to be fired, he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, put his hands on his chest and scratched outwards a few times, and let out a dry cry, "Meow!"

"Idiot! Is this the only wand shop in the entire wizarding world?" After Voldemort came to his senses, he yelled, "I want to see Grigovitch before dark!"

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In the overcast Nurmengard, the ragged Grindelwald slowly sat up from the hard bed.

After staying in this silent fortress all year round, even the sound of rats is particularly harsh, let alone the sound of hurried footsteps coming from far and near at this time.

"Albus, you seem to be in a panic." Grindelwald spoke first before seeing Dumbledore.

Just because the footsteps were too familiar, and no one would come here except him.

"Gellert, it's time for you to get out of here." Dumbledore walked forward quickly and pushed open the prison door. The lock on the door was actually open.

"Leave?" Grindelwald sneered, "You didn't kill me back then, but locked me up here. I never thought about leaving."

"Now is not the time to be angry." Dumbledore reached out to hold him, but halfway, he was slapped away. "It will be dangerous for you to stay here. Leave here with me."

"You actually use the word "angry" to describe our current relationship?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and when he saw Dumbledore's expression became abnormal, he snorted again, "I want to see who will come to kill me. .”

"Do you still remember the wand you snatched from Gregorovitch?" Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and said to him, "Voldemort will probably go to him if he is forced to reveal the secret of the Elder Wand. , and you stole it..."

"Of course I remember! If you hadn't defeated me, it would still be mine!" Grindelwald interrupted him and sarcastically said, "You think I'm too old to deal with someone who splits my soul. Idiot?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth. It was impossible to persuade him to leave now. He knew it when he came.Rather than doing this, it would be better to make him want to leave.

"Don't you want to see that black cat? I can arrange for you to meet,"

"Aren't you afraid that I will join forces with that black cat?"

"A cat is a cat after all. If he wanted to, he would have done it long ago. Being lazy is in line with the characteristics of a cat."

"Albus! You haven't changed at all. You think you've run out of tricks."

Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not answer his words because Grindelwald had already pinched the corner of his clothes.

After waving to summon Fox, the two disappeared in a ball of fire under the power of Phoenix.

"Where is this?" Grindelwald looked at the tall buildings and busy streets around him and frowned.

"Gellert, we need to change our clothes, and daytime is not the time to see that black cat." Dumbledore had already changed into a light woolen coat at some point.

"What?" Gellert raised his hand to straighten the rotten collar. Almost instantly, the prison uniform that had been with him for many years turned into a black trench coat. "As the greatest white wizard of this century, he still needs to Hiding?"

Seeing such a magical scene, the passers-by around him applauded one after another. I don't know who started it, and put down a 10-pound note in front of him. The onlookers followed suit, coaxing him to change again.

Dumbledore quickly pulled him out of the crowd. He could clearly see the veins on Grindelwald's forehead protruding. "Today is different from the past. That black cat not only controls the economic context of the wizarding world, but now it also controls the economy." He is an important political bargaining chip in the wizarding world of England, so I must be cautious when meeting him."

"What?" Grindelwald stopped and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "Have you plotted to destroy Hogwarts?"