Harry Potter and the Beginning: Azkaban

When Megan reappeared, he returned to the mysterious space beneath Azkaban.

At this time, Megan had put away her smile, and a look of innocence appeared on her face again. She became well-behaved again, without any of her previous arrogance.

This is not Megan being cowardly, it's really...

As soon as Megan appeared, Loris instantly felt the power of space fluctuations and suddenly opened her eyes. When she saw Megan, she asked with curiosity and expectation:

"Little Megan, how was it, did it work?"

Megan smiled smugly, nodded her head, and replied:

"Don't worry, mother. I succeeded! Don't you see whose child I am?"

Hearing Megan say this, Loris felt relieved.

Although she had guessed the result, Loris was still very happy when Megan told her in person that it was successful.

In this way, Loris no longer worries about Megan being lonely and bored.

Loris narrowed her eyes, her thoughts drifting, thinking that it was time to let the child go out for a walk.

Otherwise, staying here all the time will be very detrimental to his growth.

After all, Loris is Megan's mother, and as the saying goes, no one knows a child better than his mother.

A long time ago, she discovered that Megan's well-behaved appearance hid a very evil character, but she just didn't point it out.

However, Loris believes that this is all the result of the environment.

Although their witch clan is basically so evil, it is not innate.

And her child has always been evil, which is not good!

Thinking of this, Loris looked at Megan with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

At this time, Megan found a pile of skeletons from somewhere and didn't know what she was fiddling with.

"Kid, what are you doing? I have something to tell you."

Hearing Loris's cry, Megan did not hide it.

"Mother, I'm making a magic wand, what can I do for you?"

Loris didn't believe what Megan said at all.

How could a magic wand be made of bones? Besides, witches don't need magic wands to cast spells.

Loris just thought Megan was playing around and didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, go play first. There's no rush. I'll tell you when you're done."

After hearing this, Megan didn't know what Loris was going to say, but he still quickened his hands.

After Megan took out Percival's remains, she looked at them and roughly measured the length.

Then Percival's leg bones were removed and carefully carved on them.

In a short while, the leg bones were engraved with complicated magic circles, including some strangely shaped evil creatures.

The wand-making technology was all learned by Megan from the continent of Ezerland.

After carving, Megan hollowed out the middle of the leg bone and set it aside for later use.

Then, Megan pulled out Percival's spine, cut off the useless branches, and used the magic cube to shrink the spine and stuff it into the leg bone that had been hollowed out before.

The purpose of doing this is to make its owner feel pain at all times.

Only pain can unleash the power of undead magic.

After completing this step, the production of the magic wand is preliminarily completed.

Megan weighed it in her hand and felt it was okay.

After all, Megan is also of witch descent. Although he is still young, his strength is no less.

At this point, the wand is not complete.

Megan remembered that the teacher who taught him how to make the Staff of the Dead once told him:

"A Death Staff without a skull is soulless."

Megan agrees with this view, and he thinks so too.

Although on the continent of Azeroth, many necromancers do not need to use skulls.

But that doesn't stop Megan from using it.

Megan lowered her head, staring at Percival's skull on the ground, and smiled evilly.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Without any hesitation, Megan picked up the skull on the ground and placed it on the top of the wand.

Ah!

Pretty!

perfect!

Now there is only one step left.

That was the soul of Percival Dumbledore.

However, it seems that Percival has died a long time ago!

I don’t know whether his soul has been collected by his mother.

Thinking of this, Megan stood up and came to Loris.

"Mother, is this man's soul still with you? Would it be strange if you made his soul into someone else?"

Hearing this, Loris frowned and looked at the skull in Megan's hand, not recognizing who it was for a moment.

"who is he?"

Megan was a little speechless, okay!

Your Majesty, the Great Witch, it is understandable that she does not know old man Percival.

"This man's name is Percival Dumbledore, the one who was imprisoned in the sixth room on the third floor."

After hearing what Megan said, Loris relaxed her brows, she remembered.

"Oh, here he is, what do you want him for?"

Hearing this, Megan's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to stretch out her little hand.

"Mother, give it to me, I can be of great use to you!"

Without asking Megan what she was going to do, Loris summoned the Dementors directly.

After choosing one, she handed one of the Dementors to Megan. Loris waved her hand and said nonchalantly:

"take it!"

Because he turned into a Dementor, you can't tell at all from the Dementor's appearance that this is the former Percival.

However, this does not pose a problem for the necromancer Megan.

After a spell, the Dementor returned to its original appearance, with a dark blue, somewhat transparent soul.

Percival, who had just been freed, felt relieved and very happy, but before he could say thank you.

Megan picked up the skull staff in her hand and shouted to Percival:

"Hey! Old man Percival, look at what this is!"

Hearing this, Percival looked over and was stunned for a moment.

"This……"

Before he could react, a huge suction force came from the mouth of the skull and directly sucked Percival's soul into the staff.

After Percival's soul entered the wand, the wand seemed to come alive, emitting a mysterious blue light, which looked very good.

It would be perfect if the wand didn't have that unpleasant smell.

After finishing these tasks, Megan breathed a sigh of relief and waved it casually, bringing up gusts of cold wind.

Megan nodded with satisfaction, a look of satisfaction appearing on her little face.

Dumbledore's skull staff is finally done.

His hard work was worth it.