On the wand crafting table, Grigovic shook the black tape with silver lettering at his fingertips. The tape automatically extended and danced around Dumbledore while Grigovic recorded the corresponding data on the parchment.
"Dumbledore, ever since you guys helped me defeat that man's Death Eaters last time, Germany seems to have been quite peaceful... Do you think they will still come for me?" After a rustling sound, the wand crafting table temporarily put away the quill and asked, "This group of thugs seems to have robbed the wealth of several pure-blood families abroad... Are they in a hurry? I don't think they will find much in the ancestral homes of those families... They should have gone to Gringotte. "
Dumbledore opened his arms and let the tape measure the length of his arms. "Tom is very anxious. He found that he has an opponent that he can't defeat at all, but he is unwilling to admit it and is not willing to accept it. So, in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit more people, he is trying to strengthen his own ability. So, until the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the old wand, you are not safe here."
"Speaking of the old wand's whereabouts... This is the most emotionless, cold-blooded and cruel wand... It constantly tempts its owner to fight, but it is not loyal to any one person. It does not have a long-term owner, and it constantly causes fights..." Grigovic leaned closer to Dumbledore. "Now, it has disappeared from your hands, which confirms this theory... Dumbledore, forgive me for being presumptuous, but I am really curious... Who in the world can take the old wand from your hands?" Grigovic quietly looked at Dumbledore's expression. "Is it Allen Harris?"
"Oh? Why do you think it is him? " Dumbledore looked very surprised. "Grigovic, why do you think it is him?"
"The mysterious man wants to find me to get information about the old wand, so he naturally doesn't know that the old wand was once in your hands... And you have lost it... So, the only powerful wizard in the world is Allen Harris." Grigovic's rough and slender fingers pulled out a brand new parchment. "And now you have lost it... So, the three of you are the most powerful wizards in the world..." Grigovic looked at Dumbledore's expression. "But, from your expression, it doesn't seem to be him? Could it be … that it was stolen by someone? It's a pity that the old wand can only change owners after being defeated. If he doesn't know this, it seems that he will have to wait a few more decades for you to meet Merlin to unleash its power. "
Dumbledore sighed. "The old wand was taken away by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters when I was poisoned and unable to fight back. But at that time, the other party put the wand in my hands and used it to kill you... So, unfortunately, the other party seems to be fully aware of the secret."
"Probably a pureblood with some background... or at least a mixed-blood... Muggle doesn't know this." Grigovic nodded. "So, Dumbledore, do you think it is Allen Harris?"
"To be honest, I had my suspicions … Since the two of them were impersonating Death Eaters, and they didn't take the opportunity to kill me … If the whole thing was a trap, it was indeed Alan's style and his attitude towards me … But Grigovic, I think you should have noticed from the TV that he has completely gotten rid of his dependence on the wand …" Dumbledore shook his head. "You seem to be extra interested in him today?"
"The Umbrella Corporation just sent me an invitation letter, inviting me to live and open a shop on the floating city." Grigovic pointed to the letter he received before. "I just want to know more about him from you."
"Oh? They also invited you... "Dumbledore frowned for a moment." If you are willing to go to the Hogwarts, your safety is indeed not a problem, but what do you think now? "
"I didn't think too much about the safety issue … But Dumbledore, I'm old …" Grigovic forced a bitter smile. "I've been making wands all my life, and now it's a little difficult. I just noticed the auxiliary function of the nucleus … It seems to help me continue my career."
"If you look at it that way, it is indeed a good thing … Durmstrang's student will at most travel more to the floating city during the holidays to buy a wand from you … Ollivander will also be happy to have a peer to compete with him in close proximity." Dumbledore knew what Grigovic was thinking and said, "Speaking of which, he recently learned from Allen and began to use metal to make wands."
"This is also why I want to go and see it..." Grigovic responded excitedly. He found that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to have a strong interest in the wands in a row of cabinets. Knowing that Dumbledore did not want to say more, Grigovic turned around and opened a cabinet door. The wand maker took out a large box with a variety of labeled wood. He picked out three pieces of wood and pulled them out.
"Ollivander insists that the wand chooses the wizard, but that's not the case for me … Most of the mediocre or young wizards who have just joined the academy would choose the ones in my box … For a talented wizard like you, I believe that tailoring the wand will bring out your potential … I remember that you have a phoenix. Let's use the tail feather of this mystical animal that is closely related to you as the core of the wand." Grigovic used his wand to command a water basin to float over. He pointed to the soap beside the basin. "But before testing these three pieces of wood, Dumbledore, please wash your hands. You ate too many pastries with your hands when you were watching TV just now..."
Back at the mansion of the Monte Family, Lord Voldemort stepped on the scarlet sticky liquid on the ground with his heavy leather boots. Splashes of blood slid down from his leather boots.
In the room, the flowing blood slowly solidified and began to turn black. Only the pungent smell of blood continued to spread. Behind Lord Voldemort, Nagini's undulating body bypassed the scattered corpses, leaving a wide, winding trail of blood on the floor. Judging from the human figure in its belly, it had eaten its fill.
Unlike his elders and distant relatives who had died in this meeting room, the heir of the Monte Family, Grigol Monte, was still alive and well. He was curled up in the corner, trembling as he stared at the Dark Lord in front of him, who was getting closer and closer to him.
Lord Voldemort's terrifying, pale, snake-like face had a sinister, twisted smile. His scarlet eyes were like slits as he stared at the boy who was lying on the ground like mud. His slender palm was holding a withered human eye that was supported by a soft cushion and covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic runes.
"Very good, dear Grigol, you are not lying... I see the truth looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the Eye of Vickna that I am looking for." Lord Voldemort bent down and moved his head closer to the boy on the ground. "You know how to adapt to circumstances better than your stupid relatives..."
"Most... Most honorable The Dark Lord, please spare my life... I... I am still useful. Most of the wealth of the Monte Family is in Gringotte. As the only heir, they need me to take it out." Grigol was frightened, but there was a glimmer of hope in his heart. Now that the Dark Lord had found what he wanted, perhaps he would let him go. He could not wait to go back to Demstrand, back to the protection of his father.
Lord Voldemort's cold eyes swept over Grigol's face a few times. "Lucius?"
"Master, the wealth we have recently robbed is enough for the time being... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose a better target..." Lucius lowered his head and walked forward quickly. His cold gray-blue eyes looked down at Grigol, who was paralyzed on the ground. "The fairies of Gringotte are very smart. Although the boy in front of us is indeed qualified to inherit their family's wealth, he will not be able to get any gold before he can prove that his elders have indeed passed away... Master, we do not need to delay..."
Grigol was so scared that he could not even cry out for mercy, but Lucius did not move after he finished speaking. He raised his head slightly and looked sideways at the Lord Voldemort, trying to see his attitude from his master's expression. But he saw that his cold mouth was no longer moving. His slender fingers pressed on his arm, carefully reading the message, as if he did not pay attention to Grigol's reply. He was fully aware of the hostile and unfriendly relationship between the Monte Family and Family Harris. At this time, seeing the opportunity, Lucius pushed the Monte Family in the direction of destruction.
A low hissing sound could be heard, and the Death Eaters present couldn't help but shiver. The giant snake under Voldemort's feet stretched out and straightened its body. Its body was as thick as a human's thigh. Its eyes didn't blink and its pupils were vertical.
"Nagini? Well, since Bella has just finished... of course, you can take care of the child... "Lord Voldemort looked down at the giant snake that was climbing higher and higher. The giant snake rested its body on the Lord Voldemort's shoulder. The Lord Voldemort caressed the giant snake with his slender fingers and looked at Grigol, who was trembling on the side." Grigol Monte, since you know who I am and you want to live, then let's play a game. "
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