Elwyn followed Mr. Weasley through the door and came to a smaller hall. He happened to hear Erick's last sentence.
After testing, the core of his wand was actually made of an unknown substance.
Elwyn frowned slightly. This was too strange. How could the core of his wand be made of an unknown substance? Shouldn't it be the tail feather of the Night Thearch?
He still remembered the scene two years ago when he walked into Ollivander's wand shop with Lady Weasley and Ginny. Everything was still vivid in his mind.
When he held the wand in his hand, a milky white halo spread out like ripples in the water.
At that time, he thought it was just a simple burst of magic, just like other young wizards who were chosen by their own wand for the first time. The end of the wand would spew out simple magic such as fireworks and light beams. This was a very normal phenomenon.
However, the scene of his magic eruption was too shocking. The magic that appeared was very powerful, and it did not look like a young wizard who had just come into contact with magic.
Elwyn was secretly happy, thinking that it was a manifestation of his talent.
But now that he thought about it, it was actually very strange and eerie.
After two years of research, he always felt that something was not quite right.
After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer turn his magic into the powerful magic waves when the halos appeared for the first time.
As he delved deeper into soul magic, he found that the rhythm of the magic seemed to be particularly familiar. At that time, the burst of magic and the milky white halo that spread out seemed to be a sign that some powerful soul magic was about to be released.
When he came to this conclusion, Elwyn was really shocked.
He immediately rejected it, thinking that he was mistaken.
The mysterious soul magic had always been regarded as an extension of evil black magic. It was very profound, complicated, unpredictable, and difficult to master.
At that time, he was just a young wizard who knew nothing. No matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to hold a wand for the first time and use soul magic.
He did not tell anyone about this, and he had almost forgotten about it.
However, what Erick said today triggered Elwyn's thoughts again.
Perhaps it was not because of himself, but because of the core of the wand.
Ollivander once told him that the core of this wand was the tail feather of the Night Thearch, just like the core of the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand.
As everyone knows, as the embodiment of misfortune, the tail feathers of the Night Qi are a very strange substance.
According to legend, only a wizard who could control death could control it.
This kind of magical substance was very powerful, but it was not rare. There should not be such a strange phenomenon, and it should not have been detected by the machine just now.
Elwyn had a little doubt in his heart. Maybe he didn't know enough about the magic wand and the tail feathers of the Night Thearch.
Or, the core of his wand was not the tail feather of the Night Thearch at all.
After all, this wand was not made by Ollivander himself. It was passed down from his ancestors.
If he accidentally remembered wrongly or for some unknown reason, he did not want to tell Benjamin the truth, it was not impossible.
Although he did not have much contact with Ollivander, Ivan could clearly feel that the old man Ollivander had too many secrets. The gold-stamped signboard on the door of his shop read: Ollivander, Excellent Wand Maker since 382 BC.
At first glance, this sentence did not seem to be a problem, but if you thought about it carefully, you would find how terrifying it was.
382 BC, in other words, more than 2,000 years ago.
At that time, Hogwarts had not yet been established, and it was hard to say whether there was a British magic circle and wizards.
It was an era when the magic circle had just risen and the ancient warlocks ran amok.
A series of recent encounters left a deep impression on Elwyn about the crazy Dark Ages. The most typical representatives were magic that ordinary people could not imagine and the two indescribable evil gods. They were the products of the wizards' crazy magic research in that era.
Elwyn shuddered and associated the Ollivander family with the evil gods.
Perhaps, the core of his wand was an object from an evil god, so it was unknown under the inspection.
This was ridiculous. He shook his head. It seemed that he needed to find time to talk to Mr. Ollivander about this wand, or find other wand makers to take a look at it first to confirm what was inside.
Although there was some discomfort in his heart, it was undeniable that he was very comfortable with this wand. The magic conduction was very good, as if it was tailor-made for him.
"Elwyn, this is your first time at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, thinking that Elwyn's thinking expression was that he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
In front of them, there were at least 20 elevators, blocked by exquisite golden gates.
Elwyn responded vaguely and looked at the elevators absent-mindedly.
After about five minutes or so, Sirius rushed over, panting.
"Arthur, thank you for taking care of Elwyn," Sirius said, panting, a little impatient. "Those guys are too enthusiastic, they rushed over at once."
After confirming that Elwyn had been found by Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore immediately Phantom Shifted to Foggy's office.
Sirius was left alone to face the fanatical crowd, and it took him a lot of effort to squeeze through the crowd.
"It's rare for people to see a wizard as famous as you. If you write an autobiography, it'll definitely be very popular," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.
"Don't make fun of me, Dumbledore went to Foggy's." Sirius walked to Elwyn's side, looking at the surrounding wizards pointing at them with a headache. "Arthur, can you invite us to sit at your place and have Elwyn write a letter to his parents while you're at it?"
"No problem, but you must tell me what's going on." Mr. Weasley said as he pushed Elwyn to an elevator that had just opened. "This way, Elwyn."
They squeezed into the elevator, and inside stood a big wizard with an unshaven beard and a pale young wizard.
They worked together to carry a large metal box, and there was an ear-piercing screech and scraping sound coming from inside.
"What is this?" Elwyn asked curiously, leaning over to take a look.
"Careful, child." The big wizard stopped Elwyn and said angrily, "No one knows what's inside. We thought it was just an ordinary cat, maybe a little violent, but it suddenly grew wings, claws and fangs sharper than the fiercest cheetah, and it bit people on sight."
"That's terrible," Mr. Weasley said.
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