I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 15 The most evil!That's right, it's me. (Chai Chai Chai read~~)

quiet--

Dead silence——

Ollivander drooped his jaw, staring at him speechlessly.

And Hagrid also cast his gaze in shock. If it were said that in his hunting cabin, it was just a child's "ignorant" talk.

So now, he is blatantly threatening others.

This approach is almost identical to that of a dark wizard.

"Be smart, Mr. Ollivander. I'm just here to buy a wand, do you understand?"

Owen still chuckled, like a poisonous snake wearing a mask.

"If you can, you can take out the box on the fourth shelf, the third row, and the far right and let me try it."

Ollivander's face turned pale, and there was a trace of inexplicable fear in his eyes.

It was hard to imagine that he would be frightened by a little wizard.

But when the child looked at him with the wand, many fearful images popped up in his brain.

Among them is the scene of his tragic death under the death curse.

This—could it be Legilimency?

Ollivander's pupils tightened. It was rumored that the master of Legilimency could view other people's memories at will, and even insert a completely false memory into that person's head.Let others be your puppets.

According to his experience, there are not many Legilimency masters in the wizarding world who can use this magic to such an extent.

Dumbledore is one.

——Grinder——He also seems to be a master of Legilimency.

The famous botanist Liu Huaqiang once said: When you doubt whether a melon is raw or not, the melon is already unripe in your heart, so it doesn't make any sense whether you can split it or not.

Once suspicion arises, charges are established

For a moment, Ollivander no longer had any doubts about Owen's identity.

Holding the man's wand in his hand, he has a terrible magical talent and an evil mind. He has mastered such a terrible spell at a young age.

All signs indicate that this child is indeed the descendant of that person!

Even if it is not, it may be the descendant of that person.

The more he thought about it, the more Mr. Ollivander felt that he was in danger. He turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction Owen said.

yes - it's the wand

Sweat beaded on his temples.

How could it be that wand.

——Mr. Ollivander, with a bitter feeling in his heart, today is really his unlucky day.

About 70 years ago, when he was still young.

When Mr. Ollivander first heard about the story of the Elder Wand from his father, he was deeply attracted by that miraculous wand.

And that night, Grindelwald broke in, watching his father being tortured, and after hearing that the man had robbed the Deathly Hallows.It exacerbated that obsession, and then went mad.

Possibly with a wand, the brain is not very normal.

Maybe it's unwillingness, maybe it's anger, maybe it's a challenge to the greater Elder Wand.

Mr. Ollivander began to frantically research how to make a powerful wand.

And the wand at the bottom of the shelf is a product of that time.

After madness—the ravings left behind.

Elegy—[elderberry, phoenix tail feathers, fourteen inches. 】

With the legendary Elder Wand, [elderberry, thestral tail feathers, fifteen inches. 】

Comes from the same source.

It can be said that the wand he gave the name to, Elegy, is already the most powerful wand a wizard can make.

Mr. Ollivander, who had never really come into contact with the Elder Wand, could not tell the difference between the two wands.

but--

This piece is definitely his best work in this life!

"No!" Ollivander refused loudly.

"If you don't understand, you will go crazy! It will torture the spirit of every wizard it comes into contact with!"

Elderberry, phoenix tail feathers.

How could a phoenix stained with death submit to others?

If you are no longer afraid of death, what else will you be afraid of?

No wizard had ever mastered it since its creation, not even its creator.

"Unless--the most evil dark wizard!"

Ollivander said with a deep look.

Maybe the one who comes might be able to hold the wand.

But Owen - he's just a kid.

No matter how high the magic talent is, it is just talent.

"Evil?" Owen suddenly raised his head.

Wow!What a familiar title!

It has been a long time since the opening of the second week, no one has called him that!

"The most evil! That's right, it's me."

Owen Sanchez.

Any wizard who has come into contact with him will never associate words like gentleness and kindness with him.

A man who had Voldemort tattooed on his back.

A man so cruel that Death Eaters fear him.

A man who carried the Sanchez lineage to the end.

On the way to school, every dog ​​passing by had to rub his feet.

So he ignored Ollivander at all.

Directly waving the wand, the exquisite summoning spell instantly hooked up with the box in the corner and sent it to Owen's hand.

"This—" Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid's eyes widened.

Huaqiang's Law is triggered again!

Mr. Ollivander felt that if the pictures in his head just now could be explained by imagination.

Now this scene almost proves that the little wizard in front of him is not simple.

Hagrid was also struck by Owen's subtle magic.

He had little talent for Charms and was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year.Over the years, his energy has been devoted to caring for magical animals.

It goes without saying that apart from his size, Hagrid's real strength is probably not as good as that of a fifth- or sixth-grade wizard.

It was precisely because of this that he was shocked by Owen.

Because of this child, he reminded him of someone.

A person whose name cannot even be uttered.

"It's very beautiful." Opening the box, a scarlet wand lay quietly inside.

This wand gave Owen the first impression.

Like - very similar.

Much like the Elder Wand.

Only the position where the hand is held is carved with very cumbersome marks, like pieces of tiny feathers.enable them to be distinguished.

Then, Owen glanced at Mr. Ollivander with a sweet smile on his face.

The three major European wand-making families have a long history, and they are even older than some ancient pure-blood families.

Knows so many secrets of magic.

But even so, he couldn't resist the strong obsession to copy the Elder Wand.

He could understand, after all, no master wandmaker could resist the temptation of the pinnacle of wandmaking technology - the Elder Wand.

But—if the Elder Wand is so easy to complicate, what kind of Deathly Hallows is it?

Immediately, Owen held the wand in his hand.

He wants to see what power this little thing that lures him has.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Holding it feels like holding a warm jade, this magic wand is still warm, warm and caring.

Although I have a draft, it is only a draft and needs to be revised, such as jokes and the like.

I don’t have anything to do in the morning, but people always pass by my work station, and it’s not okay to secretly write a book.

Hmm, I will try my best to catch fish in the future!