Finally, Allen, who was no longer under the influence of Lord Voldemort's potion and Happy Drink, picked up the old wand that he had seized from Dumbledore. From the outside, the brown elder wand was about 15 inches long. It looked bumpy. Allen's hand slid across its six protruding joints. The silver metal ring in the middle was cold. Allen held it and shook it gently.
"The old wand has great magic power. It is also the most emotionless and cruel wand. It has no loyalty to its owner. It only considers the ability of the wizard holding the wand. So, to truly conquer it, you have to defeat its original owner. " The old wand twirled in Allen's hand. "It has a long and bloody history. Wizards have dueled and killed in order to get it. Killing is almost inevitable."
"That's because the Grim Reaper is using it to deliberately make people fight." Luna nodded and frowned. She shrank her neck.
"Ironically, there's no need to be so cruel. 'Remove your weapon' is enough." Allen waved his hand at Luna and made an inviting gesture.
Then, Allen raised the old wand in his hand. As Luna cast a spell, the old wand flew out as if it was hit by a huge force. Just as it was about to hit the wall, Luna cast a flying spell and quickly changed the direction of the wand. Luna held it in her hand. She sniffed a little vigilantly and finally felt relieved when she did not smell anything.
Looking at Luna who was playing with the old wand, Allen thought of the nightmarish illusion he had just seen. He hesitated for a moment and asked the question in his heart. "Luna, actually, I've been a little concerned, but I didn't ask … If we get rid of the Grim Reaper … What will you do? Will you become the new Grim Reaper? "
"I don't know, maybe …" The old wand twirled in Luna's hand and fell back on Allen's face. She sighed. "I've never become a true god, so I don't know … Allen, from the beginning of our plan until now, I feel that the Grim Reaper's power is beyond my imagination. He seems to have detected it in advance. I keep feeling an invisible force choking my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe. I also feel a strange cold wind behind my neck … Our main goal now is to get rid of the Grim Reaper …"
Allen stared at Luna for a moment and said helplessly, "That's because you're wearing your sweater inside out …"
"Oh …" Luna pulled the collar of her sweater and stared at Allen who was silent. and smiled... You still have Dumbledore's laxative? "
"Don't even think about it!"
In the middle of the night, the Hogwarts was quiet in the dark night. The little wizards in the castle were still immersed in their dreams. Slow footsteps could be heard in the wide corridor. Harry helped Dumbledore out of the forbidden area of Anti-Apparition and returned to the Hogwarts.
When they arrived at Professor Snape's office, he grabbed Dumbledore's arm tightly. Dumbledore's entire weight was almost on Harry.
Harry raised his hand to knock on Snape's office door, but the door suddenly opened. Allen and Luna appeared in front of Harry and Dumbledore with pale faces and lifeless faces. They were supporting each other.
The four of them looked at each other, and they were all very shocked.
"Principal Dumbledore, Harry, good evening?" Allen's gaze fell on Dumbledore who was leaning on Harry. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "Principal Dumbledore, are you okay? What happened to you?"
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Dumbledore leaned on Harry's hand and tightened it to stop him from answering. Then Dumbledore's mouth twitched and he said weakly, "I drank something not very healthy … What happened to you?"
Luna suddenly opened her mouth wide and let out a loud burp.
"What a coincidence … We also drank too much Muggle soda and don't feel very well. We came to Professor Snape to get some magic potions …" Under Harry and Dumbledore's surprised gaze, Allen pointed to the room behind him and said, "Professor Snape hasn't rested yet. Hurry up and go in."
After that, Allen smiled at Harry and walked out of the door with Luna. Dumbledore's eyes were a little puzzled. He couldn't help but wonder if his guess was correct because he didn't explain to Harry earlier. He had some doubts about Allen, but the two of them didn't seem to be faking it. However, Allen and Luna didn't go to the school doctor's office because they didn't feel well. Instead, they came to see Severus, and their symptoms seemed similar to his … This made Dumbledore even more puzzled.
Before closing the door, Harry heard Allen complaining to Luna weakly, "Next time you should at least 'clean up' yourself!"
At this time, deep in the Albanian forest, in the underground grotto, some rough boulder fireplaces were burning with a blazing fire, and the fire illuminated the spacious hall.
The hall was full of silent Death Eaters. These Death Eaters looked at the Lord Voldemort in the middle of the hall with trepidation. From their cautious expressions, it seemed that everyone was worried that they would anger their Lord, who had been particularly irritable and cruel recently.
The hairless, snake-like man held a piece of parchment in his hand. Under the illumination of the dancing fire, his expression seemed to ease a little.
"You bunch of trash. You're not even as good as a little witch." A high-pitched voice sounded in the room.
The Death Eaters in the room lowered their heads even more. At this time, the boulder door opened, and Lucius Malfoy, who was dressed a little too well, strode into the hall with a tray with several things on it, alleviating the awkward silence.
Lord Voldemort turned around, a pair of shining red eyes watching Lucius Malfoy approach.
"Lucius, come here." Lord Voldemort pointed to a position in front of him. Lucius's gaze slid over Bellatrix Lestrange behind Lord Voldemort, who had a bulging belly. He walked to the designated position, and most of the people in the room followed him. Lord Voldemort also spoke to him first, "Tell this bunch of trash what good news you've brought back."
"Master, I've successfully found the Hand of Vikner in the ancient ruins and brought it back," Lucius respectfully handed a glass covered box on the tray to Lord Voldemort with both hands.
Lord Voldemort opened the lid of the box, and his gaze focused on the dry hand inside that was supported by a cushion and covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic patterns.
"Master … This hand can't be touched directly …" Lucius stepped forward and reminded, "Three of us died … One of them was frozen into an ice cube, and the other two had all their vitality sucked away and turned into dried corpses."
Lord Voldemort ignored Lucius's reminder and put the box on the table by the side. He used his magic wand to point at his pale right hand and cast a protection spell on himself. He opened the glass cover and directly picked up the dry hand. The black cursed gas instantly entangled him and kept spreading up his arm. However, Lord Voldemort had a deep understanding of curses and had already prepared a protection spell beforehand. The black gas could only stay on the surface of his skin and could not penetrate into his flesh and blood.
"Lucius, you've done well. It's the real deal …" Lord Voldemort's red eyes flashed, and his lipless mouth twisted into a strange smile. He put the Hand of Vikner back on the cushion, and the black gas that entangled his hand instantly retreated. Lord Voldemort turned his pale hand that had spider like fingers, "Vikner used his own body to make one of the two strange items. It's a very precious magic item, but it's a pity that you have to cut off your own hand to replace it … It's still quite useful for research purposes."
"Master … It's three …" Lucius picked up a few slates from the tray and whispered to remind the mysterious man to pay attention, "… I also found some documents in the ruins. Other than his hand and eyes, Vikner seemed to have used his own heart to make a third item after becoming an undead creature …"
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