Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Very good...Regulus, you did very well."

Anriel smiled, but this time there was no hidden meaning - he was really in a good mood.

"I have done but a trifling task, my Lord."

The corners of Regulus' mouth curled up as well, which, combined with his thin and handsome appearance, gave him an inexplicable charm.

Anriel raised his hand and pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement - he had already lingered in front of the door three times.

"Come in and talk."

Behind the door was a room that didn't look small, but was filled with a lot of things.

"Is your wand still working smoothly?"

Anriel asked briskly, snapping his fingers, and a tape measure flew up on its own and began to measure Regulus's physical data.

"It's very smooth and powerful."

Regulus cooperated, and exclaimed in amazement—

Few people knew that Anriel was the wand maker except those directly involved.

"Take this and try it."

Anriel threw a long box to Regulus.

"Ok."

This wand is made of blackthorn wood.

Blackthorn is a very unusual wand wood... one that is well suited for warriors.

However, this does not mean that the owner of such a wand will definitely use dark magic - although Regulus does.

Blackthorn wands have been used by Aurors and prisoners in Azkaban.

The magical thing about this thorny tree is that its fruit is sweetest after it has experienced the harshest frost... Similarly, wands made from this wood seem to need to go through the test of danger with their owners before they can truly become one.

Anriel looked at it carefully for a moment and shook his head:

"It seems not so good... this one."

He handed Regulus another wand, this time made of cherry wood.

Regardless of the core material, wands made of cherry wood are usually deadly powerful...

"Not good, next one."

The next one is elm.

"Only pure-bloods can perform magic with elm wands." This unfounded view is undoubtedly a rumor spread by some elm wand holders to prove their own bloodline, but no matter what, Regulus is undoubtedly a pure-blood.

Elm is the least accident-prone of all wand woods. Wands made from this wood are least likely to make stupid mistakes and are capable of casting the most elegant spells.

Furthermore, these wands are extremely experienced and can produce very high-level magic in the right hands - as they tend to favour owners who are graceful, magically sophisticated and naturally noble.

The Black family was born noble.

The wand suits Regulus well, but it looks a little silky.

"Change."

Anriel made a decision -

Regulus was the first Servant he resurrected. Even if he was not the most perfect, Anriel must do his best.

"Come...return from the depths of death and guard the treasure you want to protect..."

Anriel muttered something and took out the magic wand.

Oiled cypress, 12.9 inches, with the Thestral feather as the core.

Cypress wands are associated with noble character.

Wandmakers know that when they sell a wand, the owner of the cypress wand in front of them will die a hero.

Fortunately, in times of relative peace, bearers of cypress wands are rarely required to sacrifice their lives for justice, although most are willing to do so if the need arises.

Unfortunately, these are not peaceful times.

The wielder of this type of wand is not afraid to face the dark side of their own and others' humanity... just like Regulus now.

He has already died once for the greater good.

Regulus waved his wand lightly, and a chilly wind blew around... The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

"Very good, that's it."

Anriel said happily——

When choosing a wand for a dead person, the howling wind is of course the most suitable expression.

As Anriel's thoughts moved, the layout of the entire Room of Requirement began to change.

Since the wand has already been chosen for Regulus, there is no need to display the remaining test pieces -

This is actually a very ridiculous room.

Because in Anriel's wand room, those experimental wands made from the Resurrection Stone, each of which has 90% of the power of the legendary "invincible wand", have been piled up in a corner... and discarded like old shoes.

If those crazy people who are desperately searching for the Elder Wand saw this... they would go crazy.

After the layout of the room was stabilized, Anriel pulled over an armchair and sat down.

"sit down."

So Regulus sat down.

"Let's talk."

Anriel smiled, and after Regulus sat down, he asked Regulus:

"You once believed in the pure-blood theory, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"However, you have died once... Now, do you have any other opinions on this matter?"

Regulus hesitated for a moment and nodded:

“Indeed, I do have some doubts about the pure-blood theory now.

The quality of a bloodline should be judged by the magic power of the wizards passed down from this bloodline.

But I've seen too many crappy wizards from pure-blood families, and too many very powerful wizards and witches from pure Muggle families...

I sometimes wonder if magic level has anything to do with bloodline."

Anriel listened quietly to the narration of this true genius without interrupting him and waited for him to finish.

"You're good to realize that."

Anriel said softly.

"Muggles have an enormous advantage... Do you know what it is?"

Regulus thought for a moment, nodded and asked:

“Is it the number of people?”

Although it was a question, Regulus had already confirmed the answer.

"Yes, it's the number of people."

Anriel stood up and walked to the window, leaving his back to Regulus.

"Muggles outnumber us wizards by thousands and tens of thousands of times.

This means one thing..."

Anriel paused, as if giving Regulus time to react and think.

"That is, the probability of great people being born among Muggles is much higher than among wizards."

Anriel raised his hand and a white light flashed.

Regulus looked over curiously, and in his eyes, a long iron box suddenly appeared in Anriel's hand, with an iron pipe embedded in the front.

"Do you know what this is?"

Anriel asked.

"do not know."

Regulus shook his head honestly.

Anriel turned around and put the pistol in his hand against Regulus's forehead.

"This thing is a metal wand invented by Muggles, used to kill each other.

They call them guns.”

Regulus quietly felt the steel against his forehead, which was almost as cold as his own body temperature, and listened to Anriel continue to speak.

“I improved these interesting little gadgets… and added some magical patterns to them—you could think of it as enchantments.

They can now be used in all anti-Muggle magical force fields."

Anriel pulled the safety pin.

“This one, called the GLOCK 17, you can experience its power for yourself.”

......

"boom!"