HP Magic Biography

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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, Actually, everyone in the wizarding world has heard this legend, but really believe it Everything is very little.”

It's like before, I didn't even believe in magic, Mr. Ollivander. Hermione said, It wasn't until Hogwarts sent me a letter that I finally realized that everything about me was wrong. Normal situations are actually understandable.”

Yes, magic... Ollivander opened his mouth, a force that makes people yearn for.

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

What?

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

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

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

Erudite, with a strong foundation of knowledge.

But in fact, Ollivander's state is not very good, as if his eyes were blinded by a layer of white mist. Although he can still feel Ollivander's spirit, in fact, it seems that he is about to Like Dumbledore who left, a wave of depression surrounded him.

Ollivander has not been around for a long time. He is already old and his torture in the dungeon is about to come to an end. I have to admit that this is a regrettable thing. After all, many people's wands come from Ollie Vander's hand.

The Deathly Hallows itself?

Yes, to be precise, about its maker... Fan Lin said, Actually, you can interpret for me who it is...

It's a god... Ollivander interrupted Fan Lin, This is a weapon made by the god of death, which brought cholera and death to wizards. In fact, every maker of wands has explored whether it is 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, Even, it can be said that the making of the Elder Wand is very crude. There used to be a wand maker Got this wand that so many wizards have dreamed of, and yet that's all that wizard has come to.

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

Yes, there are no inscriptions, no runes, it's pure, the original state of the elderberry, and then Ye Qi's tail feathers were added. Ollivander affirmed.

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

Yes, my ancestors, Ollivander nodded, made a powerful wand, that feeling fascinated every maker, but in fact, having really touched the Elder Wand, that kind of The incomprehensible simplicity makes it impossible to…”

Can't what?

It's hard to describe what it was like, Mr. Al, Ollivander said, In fact,

My father tried to make it too, but it turned out...

did not succeed?

No, to be precise, it succeeded, but that lacked the most important thing. It can be said that it is not appropriate to call the Elder Wand a magic wand. Ollivander said, My father tried After countless methods, the final product is nothing more than stuffing Yeqi's tail feathers into the elderberry, because the normal way of making wands can't even connect people with the power of elderberry and Yeqi, and that That's when my father realized the truth about the Elder Wand.

alike?

Yes, we are missing a mysterious substance, which can also be called power. Ollivander said that his expression looked a little fluttering, The Elder Wand is not so much a magic wand, it is more accurate. It’s just a prop that carries a part of its power.”

There is no mention of the Elder Wand at all. In fact, elderberry itself is not a good material for carrying magic power. As for Ye Qi... people who have never 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.

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

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

That's why I believe in the real existence of God. Ollivander said, According to family records, casting a spell through the Elder Wand will always mobilize an external force to fuse with your own magic power , and, although the body of the Elder Wand is only elderberry and Yeqi's tail feathers, it is like a sacred weapon of the Holy See. It has long been degenerated after devouring death for a long time, like believers communicating with the gods. And the gods Giving believers incomparable power and death, this is the reason why the maker of the wand cannot really make it. No one can master more power of death than the god who controls death. Moreover, according to the later situation, the old wand It is still possible to communicate with death, and all power is not rootless, naturally, the person who owns the wand is equivalent to the endorsement of the god of death, catching the wand itself to release the power of death.

This is what Fan Lin did not think of. The God of Death really saves trouble. Even if he is sealed, he can still use his magic wand to absorb the power of death. This may be the basis for his existence. Free death can be absorbed by the God of Death very little. He needs a real spokesperson to provide him with the capital not to die.

Moreover, the dead are all wizards, aren't they?

It must be admitted that in the essence of the soul, more systematically practiced and nourished by magic, the release of a wizard's death is far more powerful than hundreds of Muggles.

However, in this way, it seems that there is no need to interfere with Voldemort's acquisition of the Deathly Hallows?

In the end, what Voldemort has worked hard for is still not able to get rid of the identity arranged by death for him?

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

The Grim Reaper hadn't completely melted away, and Fan Lin didn't think Voldemort could get rid of the Grim Reaper's main body of consciousness. Fan Lin had also heard about the crazy excavation activities of the Death Eaters.

Naturally, Tom couldn't let go of this opportunity to increase his strength. Compared with Fan Lin's state of headless flies, Tom, who had obtained a part of his death power, would find it easier to find the scattered deaths that he still missed. As for the others, the seal The intact Fan Lin didn't think that Tom could find them. Fan Lin had seen it before, and those gods were not the existence of the uncle next door. At least in terms of power, they were always much stronger than these wizards.

Voldemort did a good job of gathering the scattered parts, the real troubles, and bringing together countless small troubles.

Although this may be tricky, as long as it is solved together, Fan Lin doesn't have to worry about running around the world, does he?

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

A Tom, a lunatic obsessed with controlling death, and then add a bunch of mutilated rotten meat with power?

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

Deathly Hallows, Horcrux... Various factors have been affecting him.

Then, Mr. Ollivander, I would like to ask you one last question, after which you can rest.

What?

You told You-Know-Who Gregorovitch has the Elder Wand, didn't you? Harry shook his head, which made him look off.

Ollivander's face grew... if possible... paler. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking horrible. How... how...?

It doesn't matter how I know, said Harry, whose scars were burning, and he closed his eyes, and for a moment he saw the main street of Durmstrang, further north, and the sky was still dark. It was pitch black.

You told Mystery Man Gregorovich that he has the Elder Wand?

It's a rumor, Ollivander whispered. A rumor, many, many years ago, long before you were born, which I believe was spread by Gregorovich himself. You can see how good it is for business; one would think he was researching and replicating the Elder Wand nature.

Yes, I know, Harry said, standing up suddenly. Thanks, said Harry. Thank you very much. We're leaving now, you can rest well. Ollivander looked as if he had been hit.

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

I know, said Harry calmly, I know. Please rest well. Thank you so much for telling us.

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

They all looked up at Harry when they appeared at the door, but Harry just nodded and walked straight into the garden.

Something was wrong with Harry, and naturally, Fan Lin couldn't let Harry leave by himself.

Harry walked out to the garden, the pain in his head getting worse. It's going to take a lot of work to organize his horrible conjectures now, but he knows he just has to hang on for a while. Things would soon come to light, and soon he would know whether his guess was right. He only needs to confirm one more small problem, and he can explain the whole thing to everyone.

A long time ago, Gregorovich had the Elder Wand, said Harry, and I know You-Know-Who tried to find him. And when he finally caught Gregorovich, he found out 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 Gregorovich is stupid enough to spread rumors, it's not a big deal Difficult thing.

Voldemort was standing in front of the gates of Hogwarts; Harry saw him standing there, and in the coming dawn, there was a light in Hogwarts... getting closer.

Grindelwald used the Elder Wand to make himself powerful. Dumbledore, at his most powerful, knowing he was the only one who could stop him, dueled Gregorovich, defeated him, and got the Elder Wand.

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

At Hogwarts, said Harry, struggling to bring his consciousness back to the Cliff Gardens.

Let's go, then! Ron said eagerly. Harry, we'll get it before he does!

It's too late, Harry said softly. He couldn't concentrate anymore, so he just grabbed his head and tried to hold on for a while. He knows it's there. He's been there.

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

No, said Harry, kneeling slowly into the grass with weak knees, Hermione was right. Dumbledore didn't want me to have it. He didn't want me to take it. He wanted me to Take the Horcrux.

That's the invincible wand, Harry! moaned Ron.

I shouldn't have taken that wand... I should have taken a Horcrux...

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It's dark and cold everywhere now: the sun has just risen over the horizon. He and Snape walked silently along the road to the lake.

I'll meet you at the Castle shortly, said Voldemort in a high-pitched, cold voice. You go back first.

Snape bowed and walked away 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, to see where he was going. But there were no lights in the windows of the castle, and no one could see him... He also cast a disillusionment spell on himself so that even he could not see himself.

He walked on along the lake, admiring the outline of the lovely castle, his first kingdom, his birthright... Here it was, by the lake, the dark water reflecting the White marble tombs...an unnecessary stain on this familiar ground.

A wave of ecstasy rushed over him, tinged with devastation. He held up the old yew wand: it was its last great performance, and so befittingly so.

The tomb was split open from end to end.

The body in the shroud was as emaciated as it had been in life. He raised his wand again. The shroud was opened. A translucent dark sunken face was revealed, however it was well preserved. He thought it was funny: they still had glasses on his crooked nose.

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

Did the old fool think that marble or death would protect the wand? Did he think the Dark Lord would be afraid to desecrate his grave? Spider-like hands reached down suddenly and yanked the wand out of Dumbledore's grasp, and as he pulled it away, a stream of sparks shot from the tip of the wand, flickering over the corpse of its former owner, ready at last to serve its new master.

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