Chapter 1264

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"I can't believe it. I didn't expect you to think the Deathly Hallows thing was true." "In fact, everyone in the wizarding world has heard of this legend, but there are very few people who really believe it," he said

"It's like in the old days, I didn't even believe in magic, Mr. Ollivander." "It wasn't until Hogwarts wrote to me that I finally realized that all the anomalies in me were understandable," Hermione said

"Yes, magic..." Ollivander opened his mouth, "a force to yearn for."

"Mr. Olivander, in fact, I have a personal question to ask you." Van Lin suddenly said.

"What?"

"About the Deathly Hallows themselves." Van Lin said faintly, looking at Ollivander's eyes.

The last time I saw Oliver van der when he was testing his wand in the Ministry of magic, just like Dumbledore, in Van Lin's impression, every wizard has a pair of bright eyes.

Different from Muggles, the powerful internal force enables the wizard to maintain a certain degree of clarity, which is similar to the embodiment of temperament, which can be recognized in the crowd at a glance.

Erudite, with strong knowledge as the inside information.

But in fact, Ollivander's state is not very good, as if he was blinded by a layer of white fog. Although he can still feel his spirit, in fact, like Dumbledore who is about to leave, a twilight atmosphere surrounds him.

Olivander didn't have a long time. He was already old and was about to come to an end after suffering from the dungeon. I have to admit that this is a pity. After all, many people's wands were made by Olivander.

"The Deathly Hallows themselves?"

"Yes, to be exact, about its maker..." Fanlin said, "in fact, you can interpret for me who it is..."

"It's God..." Ollivander interrupted vaseline and said, "this is a weapon made by death, which brings cholera and death to the wizard. In fact, every wand maker has explored who can make such a powerful wand..."

"And the result?"

"The making of the old wand is not a secret," Ollivander said softly. "Even, it can be said that the production of the old magic wand is very simple. Yeqi's tail feather and elderberry are very simple. Once upon a time, a wand maker has obtained the wand that countless sorcerers dream of. However, this is the whole conclusion that the wizard has got."

"How could..." Ron was distracted. "Even the simplest wand can't say..."

"Yes, there are no inscriptions, no runes, it's just the original state of elderberry, and then the tail feather of Yeqi is added." Ollivander is sure to be there.

"That's your ancestor, isn't it?" Asked Fanlin.

"Yes, my ancestors," Ollivander nodded, "to make a powerful wand. It was a feeling that intoxicated every maker, but in fact, the real contact with the old wand, the incomprehensible simplicity, the impossibility of..."

"Can't what?"

"It's hard to describe how it felt, Mr. al." "In fact, my father tried to make it, but it turned out that..."

"No success?"

"No, to be exact, it was successful, but it lacked the most important thing. It can be said that it is inappropriate to call an old wand a wand." Ollivander said, "my father tried countless methods, but the final product was just to insert Yeqi's tail feathers into the elderberry, because the normal way of making wands could not even connect people with the elderberry and yeki's power, and at that time, my father realized the truth of the old wand."

"Really?"

"Yes, we lack a mysterious substance, or power." Ollivander said that his face looked a little floating. "The old wand, rather than a wand, is just a prop that carries a part of the power."

"There is no old magic wand at all. In fact, elderberry itself is not a good material for carrying magic power. As for Yeqi People who have not been exposed to death, let alone to communicate the power of Yeqi, that belongs to death. "

"Death..."

"Yes, Mr. Potter, death!"

Ollivander's eyes seemed clear, but his body curled up.

"This is a scam." "The old wand itself is a material imbued with the power of endless death. It can be a piece of metal, it can be a Holly wood, it can be any kind of Through the tail feather of Yeqi as the sustenance of death, and then to communicate the power of death, with magic, when the two forces combine with each other, naturally, the owner will become strong. "

"But if, as you say..." Hermione frowned. "The old wand is just a power infused Battery? Then the load should have been used up long ago. ""That's why I believe there is a God." Ollivander said, "according to the family records, using the old magic wand to cast a magic spell will always mobilize an external force and its own magic fusion. Moreover, although the old wand itself is only the elderberry and the tail feather of Yeqi, it is like the Holy Grail of the Holy See. It has long been devouring death, and it has gone bad for a long time, just like a believer communicating with gods. The gods give the believers incomparable power and death, which is why the makers of the wand can't really do it. No one can master more power of death than the God who controls the death. Moreover, according to the later situation, the old wand can still communicate with death, and all the powers are not rootless duckweeds. Naturally, the person who owns the wand is equivalent to death God's voice, take the wand itself to release the power of death. "

This is what Fanlin didn't expect. The God of death can really save time. Even if he is sealed, he can draw the power of death through the magic wand. This may be the basis for his existence. The free death can be absorbed little by the God of death. He needs a real spokesman to provide him with capital that will not die out.

Besides, it's witches who die, don't they.

It must be admitted that in the essence of the soul, more systematic practice, after the nourishment of magic, the release of a wizard's death is far more powerful than hundreds of Muggles.

However, it seems that the Deathly Hallows need not interfere with Voldemort's acquisition of it?

In the end, what Voldemort is trying to do is not get rid of the identity that death has arranged for him?

Fanlin probably wants to understand what kind of state Voldemort is now, a power not completely under control, and then, driven by the God of death, he gradually degenerates into a servant state.

The God of death has not completely disappeared. Fanlin doesn't think Voldemort can solve the consciousness subject of death. Fanlin has heard of some of the crazy excavation activities of Death Eaters.

Tom couldn't let go of this opportunity to enhance his strength. He thought that compared with the headless state of Fanlin, Tom who had gained part of the power of death was more likely to find the missing death. As for the others, van Lin did not think Tom could find it. Van Lin had seen it, and those gods were not the existence of the Lord next door At least in terms of power, it's always much better than these witches.

Voldemort was good at bringing together the scattered parts, which are the real troubles, and then bringing them together.

Although it may be very difficult, as long as we solve it together, Fanlin will not have to worry about running around the world, right.

What do you think of It seems that there are still so many problems to be solved.

A Tom, a madman obsessed with controlling death, and then a pile of broken meat with power?

Compared with van Lin's headache, Harry is the real trouble at the moment, Voldemort's consciousness has been affecting him, and as the conversation goes on, this influence almost drives Harry crazy.

Deathly Hallows, Horcruxes Various factors have been influencing him.

"Then, Mr. Olivander, I want to ask you one last question. After that, you can have a rest."

"What?"

"You told the mysterious man gregovich had the elder's wand, didn't you?" Harry shook his head, which made him look bad.

Ollivander's face became If possible It's even paler. He took a mouthful of saliva and looked terrible. "How do you How... "

"It doesn't matter how I know," Harry's scar was burning. He closed his eyes. For a moment, he saw the main street in demstrom, because it was farther north, and it was still dark.

"You told the mysterious man gregovich had the elder's wand?"

"It's a rumor," Ollivander whispered. "A rumor, many, many years ago, long before you were born, I believe gregovich himself spread the news. You can see how good this is for business; people will think he is studying and copying the nature of the elder's wand. "

"Yes, I know," said Harry, suddenly standing up. "Thank you," said Harry. "Thank you very much. Let's leave now, and have a good rest. " Olivander seems to have been hit.

"He tortured me!" He gasped. "Heart drilling mantra You can't imagine... "

"I know," Harry said quietly, "I know. Please have a good rest. Thank you very much for telling us that. "

After saying goodbye to Olivander, several people went downstairs to see Bill, Furong, Luna and Dean sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of the predecessors.

When they appeared at the door, they all looked up at Harry, but Harry just nodded and went straight into the garden.

Harry wasn't quite right. Naturally, Fanlin couldn't let Harry go by himself.

As Harry went to the garden, the pain in his head grew stronger and stronger. Now he has to work hard to organize his terrible conjectures, but he knows he only needs to hold on for a while. Things will soon come out, and soon he will know whether his conjecture is correct. He just needs to confirm one more small question and he can explain the whole thing to everyone."A long time ago, gregovich had the elder's wand," Harry said. "I know the mysterious man tried to find him. And when he finally catches grigorovic, he finds out that the wand is no longer in grigorwich's hands: grendevor stole it. I don't know how grindworth discovered that grigorwich had the elder's wand But if gregovich is so stupid as to spread rumors, it will not be difficult

Voldemort stood at the gate of Hogwarts; Harry saw him standing there, and in the coming dawn, there was light in Hogwarts It's getting closer.

"Grinderwood made himself strong with the elder's wand. Dumbledore knew that he was the only one who could stop him when his magic power was strongest. He fought grigorovich, defeated him, and got the elder's wand

"Dumbledore got the elder's wand?" Ron asked in surprise. "So Where is it now? "

"At Hogwarts," said Harry, struggling to bring his consciousness back to the cliff garden.

"Well, let's go!" Ron said eagerly. "Harry, let's get it before he does!"

"It's too late," Harry said softly. He couldn't concentrate any more. He just grabbed his head and tried to hold on for a while. "He knew it was there. He's already there. "

"Harry!" Ron said irritably. "How long do you know about this Why are we wasting time all the time? Why do you have to talk to the ring first? We should have started long ago We are now... "

"No," said Harry, his knees soft and slowly kneeling into the grass. "Hermione was right. Dumbledore didn't want me to get it. He didn't want me to take it. He wants me to get the Horcrux. "

"That's an invincible wand, Harry!" Ron groaned.

"I shouldn't have taken that wand I should get the Horcrux... "

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Now it's dark and cold everywhere: the sun has just risen above the horizon. He and Snape walked quietly along the road to the lake.

"I'll see you in the castle soon," Voldemort said in a sharp, cold voice. "You go back first."

Snape bowed and walked off the path, his black cloak flying behind him.

Harry walked slowly, waiting for Snape's back to disappear.

He didn't want Snape, or anyone else, to see where he was going. But there was no light in the window of the castle, and no one could find him He also put a phantom spell on himself so that he could not see himself.

He continued down the lake, enjoying the outline of this lovely castle, his first Kingdom, his birthright Here, by the lake, the dark water reflects the white marble tomb An unnecessary stain on this familiar land.

A burst of ecstasy dashed against him, with a strong destruction. He held up the old yew wand: This is its last great performance, and it's really fitting.

The tomb was torn open from end to end.

The body in the shroud is as thin as it was in life. He raised his wand again. The shroud is open. It shows a translucent, dark, sunken face, but it's well preserved. He thought it funny: they were still wearing glasses on his crooked nose.

Dumbledore's hand was folded across his chest, and there it was, held in his hand, buried with him.

Does this old fool think marble or death can protect this wand? Did he think the Dark Lord would be afraid to desecrate his grave? The spider like hand suddenly stretched out from Dumbledore's hand and pulled out the wand. When he pulled it out, a string of sparks from the top of the wand flashed on the body of its former owner, and was finally ready to serve the new master.

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