Lunn was pleasantly surprised. He immediately looked at the madwoman, who was burping and lying on the sofa beside him. Noticing Lunn's gaze, Luna used her silver-gray eyes to look at Lunn.
The two stared at each other for a moment until Hermione reminded them, "Luna … I think Lunn wants to see the old wand with his own eyes …"
"I know … I just don't want to touch it …" Luna said reluctantly. She took out a package wrapped in blue cloth from her waist pouch and carefully opened it to reveal the wand. She pinched the base of the wand with her fingernails, as if she didn't want to let her hands touch the wand. Then, she twisted the wand in front of Lunn.
Lunn looked at Luna's careful posture and straightened his back involuntarily. He couldn't help but withdraw his hand. "Luna, you're so careful … Is it dangerous? How should I take it? "
Luna didn't answer immediately. Instead, she let go of the wand and let it fall into Lunn's hands. He was still panicking when he saw the wand fall.
"It's not dangerous. Just take it … I just think it smells like almonds." Luna seemed to be afraid that the almonds would enter her mouth. She opened her mouth very slightly and her voice was a little muffled.
The others were already used to Luna's crazy talk and did not find it strange. Lune gave up the idea of finding out and focused on looking at the six sections of the elder wand.
Penello looked unhappy. He looked at the old wand and muttered softly, "You should cherish it. Aren't you afraid that you'll break it if you throw it around …"
"The old wand is the most emotionless, the coldest, and the cruelest wand. It only cares about its ability... Other wands will maintain a certain degree of loyalty to a wizard. So, even if you are used as a weapon to eliminate you, you will still hold onto that wand. Even if you lose the battle, you will still hold onto that wand and that wand will still serve you... They will not give up on the wand's owner so easily... Of course, if a wand chooses a person with ability, it will prefer the person it has chosen..." Alan, who was also a master wand craftsman, explained the characteristics of the wand. "However, this old wand is different. It is only loyal to its ability, so it is completely emotionless... It follows the power of the wand. If you win, you win the wand. That's why some legends say that you have to kill the original owner to obtain the wand are wrong … You only need to defeat the original owner. That's why I set up a trap to obtain the wand from Dumbledore to avoid further conflict with the light wizards … "
"Also, the old wand may be able to make our spells more powerful than our Mithril wands, but its other functions are not more suitable for us." As the witch who put the laxative into the crystal basin, Hermione knew what the trap Allen was talking about was. From the way Luna held onto the wand, the intelligent Hermione realized the secret behind it. Her face turned pale. "That's why we can't use this wand in public. Otherwise, Allen's efforts to avoid conflict will be in vain …"
The usually sloppy Luna was cleaning her hands. She said absentmindedly, "I don't need to use it to cast spells. I'm only using it to study the secrets of the Grim Reaper's power."
"What a pity …" Lunn seemed to be obsessed with the old wand. As he spoke, he suddenly put the wand in front of him and sniffed it. Because of what Luna had said earlier, Lunn had hypnotized himself and his sense of smell picked up a smell that didn't exist. "Luna, you don't like the smell of almonds? I think the smell of almonds is quite nice … "
"Blergh …" At this moment, Allen, who was sitting at the side, suddenly leaned forward and couldn't help but retch on the ground.
Lunn was shocked by his brother's sudden violent reaction. He dropped the wand and quickly patted Allen's back. Concerned, he asked, "What's wrong, Allen?"
"What? There's really the smell of almonds? " Luna's eyes bulged. She leaned forward and retched on the ground. Then, it turned into a real retch and the oysters were all vomited out.
"Almonds? There was a time last semester when Dumbledore was very fond of … uh? Hermione was at a loss for words. She finally understood the connection between the smell of almonds, the old wand and the laxative that she personally put in the oysters. Hermione leaned forward and retched on the ground.
"Oh no! Someone put poison in the oysters! " When Penello saw that the three people in front of her had started to vomit, she kicked the table in front of her and jumped up. Her right hand deftly took out the universal antidote that Aura had prepared. She pried open Allen's mouth and poured the antidote into his mouth. The antidote was extremely bitter, but it could boost the spirit of a poisoned wizard. It slid down Allen's mouth into his stomach.
Ahn-Kha thought that Penello had gone crazy and was attacking Allen. He flapped his wings and wanted to come over to help, but the anxious witch did not hold back and cast a Petrification Spell to immobilize him.
"Penello, stop … this isn't … Ugh!" After a long time, Allen finally managed to speak. However, Penello thought that he was going to refuse and leave the antidote to someone else. So, Penello poured the antidote into his mouth the moment he opened it. Allen swallowed his words again.
Due to the effect of the bitter antidote and the oysters in his stomach, Allen was now trembling from head to toe, just like how Dumbledore was when he was forced to drink the antidote by Harry in the cave.
After a while, Hermione, who had recovered, stopped them and Allen, who had recovered, explained the situation. Lunn and Penello also joined the chorus of retching, especially Lunn, who had sniffed the old wand at a close distance and was starting to smell a lot of old people.
After another ten minutes, the people in the private reception room had changed the smell again, and the dexterous robot had been busy cleaning the room for a while.
Penello, who had forced a stomach full of antidotes into Allen's mouth, showed a rare look of shyness. However, she still maintained her composure and tried her best to maintain her dignity. "I've told you! Don't eat so many oysters next time. You'll get a stomachache … "
After that, Penello forced a smile at Ahn-Kha, who was begging for comfort on Allen's lap. She did not show any signs of jealousy. Hermione could not help but mock Penello in her heart. This was almost an apology from her.
Lunn leaned on the sofa with all his strength and panted. He took a sip of tea and said, "Luna, what are you going to say next time … I beg you, please be more specific."
Allen, whose stomach had calmed down a little, put down his hand that was rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked up at Lunn, who did not seem to have any intention of leaving. His expression was a little suspicious. Based on Lunn's usual behavior, he would leave very quickly after embarrassing himself to avoid ridicule and embarrassment. But now that he had recovered, he stayed in the room for a long time and did not seem to have any intention of leaving.
Therefore, Allen, who decided to defuse the current atmosphere, took the initiative to ask, "Lunn, what's next?"
"Nothing … Erm, I mean, it's not serious …" Lunn coughed twice. He seemed to be more bashful than usual. "Allen, the weather is so good today. Shall we go play Quidditch?"
"After we vomited? I didn't know you were so obsessed with this game … "Allen raised one of his eyebrows and looked at his brother. The girls in the room also looked at Director Harris.
"Harris's new cousins asked Lunn. They want to play football with Quidditch's star players." Luna's light voice came.
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