Chapter 1302

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"I can't believe it. I didn't expect you to think that the Deathly Hallows thing is true." Ollivander said, "In fact, everyone in the wizarding world has heard of this legend, but who really believes in it?" There is very little of everything.”

"Just like before, I didn't even believe in the existence of magic, Mr. Ollivander." Hermione said, "It wasn't until I received a letter from Hogwarts that I finally realized that everything about me was different. Normal circumstances are actually understandable.”

"Yes, magic..." Ollivander opened his mouth, "A power that makes people yearn for."

"Mr. Ollivander, actually, I have a personal question to ask you." Fan Lin said suddenly.

"What?"

"About the Deathly Hallows itself." Fan Lin said lightly, looking into Ollivander's eyes.

The last time I saw Ollivander was when he was testing the wand at the Ministry of Magic. Just like Dumbledore, in Fanlin's impression, every wizard has a pair of bright eyes.

Unlike Muggles, strong inner strength allows wizards to maintain a considerable degree of clarity. This is a manifestation similar to temperament, which can be recognized at a glance among the crowd.

Erudite, with a strong foundation of knowledge.

But in fact, Ollivander's condition is not very good, as if his eyes were blinded by a layer of white mist. Although he can still feel Ollivander's energy, in fact, it seems that he is about to As Dumbledore left, a sense of twilight surrounded him.

Ollivander doesn't have long left. He is already old and has almost reached the end of his life after being tortured in the dungeon. I have to admit that this is a regrettable thing. After all, many people's wands come from Ollivander. The hand of Vander.

"The Deathly Hallows themselves?"

"Yes, to be precise, about its maker..." Fan Lin said, "In fact, you can decipher for me who it is..."

"It's a god..." Ollivander interrupted Fanlin and said, "This is a weapon made by the God of Death, which brings cholera and death to wizards. In fact, every wand maker has explored what is it. Who could make such a powerful wand..."

"So, what's the result?"

"The making of the Elder Wand is not a secret," Ollivander said softly, "In fact, it can be said that the making of the Elder Wand is very simple. There was once a wand maker for Ye Qi's tail feathers and elderberry. I got this wand that countless wizards dreamed of, but this is all the conclusion that the wizard got."

"How is it possible..." Ron was a little lost, "Even the simplest wand can't say..."

"Yes, there are no inscriptions or runes, it's just the original state of the elder tree, and then Ye Qi's tail feathers are added." Ollivander affirmed.

"That's your ancestor, right?" Fan Lin asked.

"Yes, my ancestors," Ollivander nodded, "made a powerful wand. That feeling intoxicates every maker, but in fact, having truly come into contact with the Elder Wand, that kind of The incomprehensible simplicity makes it impossible to..."

"Can't what?"

"It's hard to describe what it feels like, Mr. Al." Ollivander said, "In fact, my father also tried to make it, but the result..."

"did not succeed?"

"No, to be precise, it succeeded, but it lacked the most important thing. It can be said that it is inappropriate to call the Elder Wand a magic wand." Ollivander said, "My father tried After countless methods, what was finally produced was just to stuff Ye Qi's tail feathers into the elder tree, because the normal wand making method could not even make people connect with the power of the elder tree and Ye Qi, and that It was then that my father realized the truth about the Elder Wand."

"alike?"

"Yes, we are missing a mysterious substance, which can also be said to be power." Ollivander looked a little confused when he said it, "The Elder Wand is not so much a wand, but more precisely, that It’s just a prop that carries some power.”

"There is no such thing as the Elder Wand. In fact, elder itself is not a good material for carrying magic power. As for Ye Qi... People who have not been in contact with death should not talk about communicating with Ye Qi's power. That belongs to death. ”

"die……"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, death!"

Ollivander's eyes seemed to become much clearer, but his body curled up.

"This is a scam." Ollivander said, "The Elder Wand itself is a material imbued with endless power of death. It can be a piece of metal, it can be holly wood, it can be any kind... through it the night Qi's tail feathers serve as the sustenance of death, and then communicate with the power of death, and cooperate with the magic power. When the two powers are combined with each other, the owner will naturally become stronger. "

"But, if according to what you said..." Hermione frowned, "The Elder Wand is just a... battery infused with power? Then the power contained in it should have been used up long ago."

"That's why I believe that there really is a god." Ollivander said, "According to family records, casting spells through the Elder Wand always mobilizes an external force to merge with one's own magic. , and, although the body of the Elder Wand is only the tail feathers of elder and Ye Qi, it is like a sacred instrument of the Holy See. It has long since devoured death, just like believers communicating with gods. Giving believers unparalleled power and death, this is why the maker of the wand cannot really do it. No one can control more power of death than the god who controls death, and, according to what happened later, the Elder Wand Death can still be communicated, and all power is not rootless. Naturally, the person who owns the wand is equivalent to the representative of death, catching the wand itself to release the power of death. "

This is something Fanlin didn't expect. The God of Death really saves trouble. Even if he is sealed, he can still absorb the power of death through the wand. This may be the basis for his still existence. The free death can be absorbed very little by the God of Death. He needs a real spokesperson to provide him with capital that will not die.

Moreover, those who died were all wizards, right?

It must be admitted that in the nature of the soul, with more systematic practice and nourished by magic power, the release of a wizard's death is far more powerful than that of hundreds of Muggles.

However, in this case, it seems that the Deathly Hallows is even less necessary to interfere with Voldemort's acquisition of it?

In the end, Voldemort still couldn't get rid of the identity arranged for him by the God of Death despite all his efforts?

Fan Lin probably wants to understand what kind of state Voldemort is in now. He is not completely uncontrollable power, and then driven by the God of Death, he is reduced to a servant state step by step.

The God of Death has not completely melted. Fan Lin does not think that Voldemort can eliminate the main body of the God of Death. Fan Lin has also heard about the crazy excavation actions of Death Eaters.

Naturally, Tom couldn't let go of this opportunity to enhance his power, and he thought that compared to Fan Lin, who was in a headless state, it would be easier for Tom, who had gained part of the power of death, to find the scattered deaths that he still missed. As for the others, seal them Fan Lin, who was intact, didn't think Tom would be able to find them. Fan Lin had seen that those gods were not the existence of the uncle next door. At least in terms of power, they were always much stronger than wizards like them.

Voldemort did a good job of gathering the scattered parts that were the real troubles, and then brought the countless little troubles together.

Although this may be difficult, as long as it is solved together, Fanlin won't have to worry about running around the world, right?

No matter how you look at it...it seems that there are still so many things that need to be solved.

A Tom, a madman obsessed with controlling death, and then add a bunch of mutilated flesh with power?

Compared with Fanlin's headache, Harry was the real trouble at the moment. Voldemort's consciousness had been affecting him, and as the conversation progressed, this influence almost drove Harry crazy.

Deathly Hallows, Horcruxes... various factors have been affecting him.

"Then, Mr. Ollivander, I want to ask you one last question. After that, you can rest."

"What?"

"You told the mysterious man that Grigovitch had the Elder Wand, didn't you?" Harry shook his head, which made him look uncomfortable.

Ollivander's face became...if that was possible...paler. He swallowed and looked terrible. "How...how...?"

"It doesn't matter how I know," Harry's scar was burning. He closed his eyes. For a moment, he saw the main street of Durmstrang. Because it was further north, the sky was still dark. It was pitch black.

"You told the mysterious man that Grigovitch had the Elder Wand?"

"It's a rumor," Ollivander whispered. "A rumor, many, many years ago, long before you were born, I believe was spread by Grigovitch himself. You can see how good it was for business; people would have thought he was researching and copying the secrets of the Elder Wand nature."

"Yes, I know," Harry said, standing up suddenly. "Thank you," Harry said. "Thank you very much. We will leave now and have a good rest." Ollivander seemed to be shocked.

"He tortured me!" he gasped. "The Cruciatus Curse...you can't imagine..."

"I know," Harry said calmly, "I know everything. Please rest well. Thank you very much for telling us this."

After bidding farewell to Ollivander, several people went downstairs and saw Bill, Fleur, Luna and Dean sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of them.

When they appeared in the doorway, they all looked up at Harry, but Harry just nodded and walked straight into the garden.

Something was wrong with Harry. Naturally, Fanlin couldn't let Harry leave on his own.

Harry walked out into the garden, the pain in his head growing stronger. Now he had to work hard to organize his terrifying suspicions, but he knew he just had to hold on a little longer. Things would soon come to light, and soon he would know whether his suspicions were correct. He only needed to confirm one more small point before he could explain the whole thing to everyone.

"A long time ago, Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand," Harry said. "I know that You-Know-Who was trying to find him. And when he finally caught Gregorovitch, he found that the wand was no longer in Gregorovitch's possession. :Grindelwald stole it. I don't know how Grindelwald found out that Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand... but if Gregorovitch was stupid enough to spread rumors, it wouldn't matter. Difficult things.”

Voldemort stood before the gates of Hogwarts; Harry saw him standing there, and in the approaching dawn, the light appeared in Hogwarts... getting closer.

"Grindelwald used the Elder Wand to make himself stronger. When Dumbledore was at his strongest, he knew that he was the only one who could stop him. He dueled with Grigovitch, defeated him, and obtained the Elder Wand. "

"Dumbledore got the Elder Wand?" Ron asked in surprise. "So... where is it now?"

"At Hogwarts," Harry said, struggling to bring his consciousness back to Cliff Garden.

"Then, let's go!" Ron said eagerly. "Harry, let's get it before he does!"

"It's too late," Harry said softly. He could no longer concentrate and could only hold on to his head and try to hold on for a while longer. "He knows it's there. He's been there."

"Harry!" said Ron angrily. "How long have you known about this... Why have we been wasting time? Why did you talk to Griphook first? We should have started a long time ago... We are now..."

"No," said Harry, his knees weak and he knelt slowly into the grass, "Hermione is right. Dumbledore doesn't want me to have it. He doesn't want me to take it away. He wants me to go Horcrux."

"That's the invincible wand, Harry!" groaned Ron.

"I shouldn't have taken the wand... I should have gone for the Horcruxes..."

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It was dark and cold everywhere now: the sun was just rising over the horizon. He and Snape walked quietly along the road to the lake.

"I will meet you at the castle shortly," Voldemort said in a high-pitched, cold voice. "You should step back first."

Snape bowed and walked off down the path, his black cloak billowing behind him.

Harry took a few steps slowly, waiting for Snape's back to disappear.

He didn't want Snape, or anyone else, to see where he was going. But there was no light in the windows of the castle, so no one could see him... He also cast a disillusionment spell on himself, so that even he couldn't see himself.

He walked further along the lake, admiring the outline of this lovely castle, his first kingdom, his birthright... Here, on the edge of the lake, reflected in the dark water The white marble tomb...an unnecessary stain on this familiar land.

A wave of ecstasy washed over him, with intense devastation. He held up the old yew wand: it was fitting that this was its last great performance.

The tomb was split open from end to end.

The body in the shroud is as emaciated as it was in life. He raised his wand again. The shroud was opened. A translucent, pale and sunken face was revealed, but it was well preserved. He thought it was funny: They also wore glasses on his crooked nose.

Dumbledore's hands were folded over his chest, and there it was, held in his hands, buried with him.

Does this old fool think that marble or death can protect this wand? Did he think the Dark Lord would be afraid of desecrating his tomb? Spider-like hands suddenly reached down and wrenched the wand from Dumbledore's hand, and as he pulled outward, a stream of sparks erupted from the tip of the wand, flickering over the corpse of its former owner, finally ready to serve its new owner.

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