[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

When Harry Potter and his pals discuss the old Professor Bat in St. Mungo's, they won't know that, in the Hogwarts dungeon, hapless Severus has finished his wounds with Dismayed, he walked into the living room.

He had suffered serious injuries today, and it was all because of this troublesome Elder Wand.The thing was lying on the table now, stopped rolling, and looked like an ordinary elderberry branch.

The Potions Professor grabbed the stick and twirled it in his hand, slowly experiencing the magic power of the Thestral's tail feathers inside.

He also tried the Elder Wand when it was first restored, and it didn't make any special sense.But this morning, the power of the magical front and no shadow surprised him. Harry was knocked down to the ground all at once, and he couldn't get up for a long time, and the spreading blood flowed to his feet.

"I didn't expect it to be this serious." He hissed at the portraits of Albus and Quentin. "I just wanted to tear his robes open. I only used half the magic power, but it seemed to be more effective than that." ..."

"Calm down, Severus," Albus said in his mantra, yet he frowned, "maybe it's because we've all overlooked something important, Severus. To the cellar wall , Try high-level black magic. The more advanced the spell, the more obvious the effect of this magic wand. If you just use those small daily spells, I promise, there is nothing special about it, except that it can repair Another wand."

Severus looked at the two portraits and took a deep breath.

He turned around, facing the thick stone wall, and hit a "Cruciate".

"How is it, Severus?" asked the two anxious portraits at the same time.

The man in the black robe stood with his back to them for a while, and without answering, he raised his wand and waved it frantically against the wall:

"Soul Out of Body", "Avada Kedavra", "Shenfeng Wuying", "Ashes and Smoke", "Flying Curse"...

The flashes of different colors all disappeared into the stone wall.It was confirmed every time, under these high-level spells, the Thestral's tail feathers swelled vigorously with its magic power, outputting more energy than expected time and time again.He did feel more at ease now than with his own wand, as if he could cast 100 avatars in an hour without damaging his magic.

"No, how could this be? How is this possible?" Severus forced himself to stop.

"Yes, you are the master of this wand now, Severus." Albus told the truth.

"Why? Because I fixed it?"

"Why can't it be like this? Repairing a wand is far more difficult than defeating its original owner." Quentin's tone expressed contempt for this question.

"You already guessed it, but you didn't tell me?" Severus leaned over to the two portraits, pointing at them with the Elder Wand.

"Uh... We're not sure about that, Severus. Well, there was speculation about it before, but if Tom found out, he might kill you so he can make himself the Elder Wand master." .He gave up the Deathly Hallows because he couldn't get hold of the wand and took on your role, and now you've pretty much cut that off. We'll have to figure out what he's going to do next."

"He actually asked all the pharmacists to help him research the soul potion." Quentin added, "Fortunately, this thing is very difficult."

"Well, the truth is always with you, whatever you say is right." Severus threw down the Elder Wand, "Then should I use it when Kingsley sends someone to arrest me, kill me?" A bunch of Aurors, so that the Wizengamot has to sentence me to a dementor kiss?"

"No, I don't think they would arrest you under normal circumstances," said Albus.

"And why?" Severus' eyes widened, he wondered if his brain was strong enough to accept more information tonight.

"The portraits believe that the research on teleportation spells has almost succeeded. From now on, you can find a place to try new teleportation spells. You may need to practice it more. When you really need it, you can directly teleport yourself abroad. Go." Albus said, "We can be sure that there is no counter-spell against the teleportation spell, which allows you to disappear and appear at any time where you cannot Apparate, and you can even control the teleportation destination."

Severus could hardly believe his ears, he was in no mood to think about the Elder Wand and Kingsley's Auror.

"You succeeded? I thought this research would take decades."

"Because there are so many of us, Severus. There was indeed an accident earlier, and several portraits were sent to places that were completely unexpected, and it took a long time to come back. There are almost no such things now, Many portraits have teleported themselves several times in the castle. However, we all agree that you are the real genius for being able to invent the rudimentary teleportation spell in a cave in the Alps." Quentin moved on his chair Position, "Of course, there are some problems with the initial spell. We consulted many books, held many discussions, and modified it into two different spells, short-range and long-range."

"Minerva is still confused, why the portraits in the headmaster's office often disappear recently." Albus blinked his blue eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "Almost all the portraits and ghosts in Hogwarts have participated in this This worked well for us. Even the portraits and ghosts can't apparate in the castle, so we don't have to walk through the long aisle of picture frames every time. You wouldn't know that Professor Binns put I was teleported from my residence to the History of Magic classroom. But it is still a secret to the world you are in."