Hogwarts Everything is Three

Finally, Alan, who was no longer affected by Voldemort’s potions and Fat House Happy Water, picked up the old wand seized from Dumbledore. From the outside, this brown elderberry wand was about 15 inches long. As the lump went up, Allen's hand slid over its six raised joints. The silver metal ring linked in the middle was cold and cold. Allen held it and shook it gently.

"The old magic wand has great magical power, and it is also the most ignorant, cruel and cruel wand. It has no loyalty to its owner and only considers the ability of the wand wizard. Therefore, to truly conquer it, it must defeat its original Master." The old wand turned in Ellen's hand. "It has a long and **** history. In order to get it, wizards have to fight and murder. Killing is almost inevitable."

　　 "That's the **** of death using it to make people fight deliberately." Luna nodded and frowned and shrank her neck.

　　 "The irony is that it doesn't have to be so cruel at all. A'weapon except you' is enough." Allen raised his hand to Luna and made an inviting gesture.

Then, Alan raised the old magic wand in his hand. Following Luna’s spell, the old magic wand flew out like a huge force, just when it was about to hit the wall. Luna used the flying curse to make it quickly shift its direction and fall into Luna's hands-she sniffed vigilantly, and finally felt relieved after not smelling anything.

Looking at Luna playing with the old magic wand, Allen thought of the nightmare vision he was seeing just now. He hesitated for a moment or asked the confusion in his heart: "Luna, in fact, I have been a little concerned but didn't ask... If we solve the Reaper... what will happen to you? Will you become the new Reaper?"

"I don't know, maybe..." The old magic wand turned around in Luna's hand and dropped her gaze back on Ellen's face. She sighed, "I don't know if I have ever been a true god... Ellen, from here tonight. From the beginning of the plan to the present, I feel that the power of the **** of death is beyond my original imagination. He seems to have detected it in advance. I always feel that an invisible force is holding my throat, making it difficult to breathe, and the back of my neck is also old. It feels like a weird cold wind... Our primary goal now is to deal with death..."

　　 Allen stared at Luna for a moment, his tone a little helpless: "That's because the sweater inside you was worn upside down..."

　　 "Oh..." Luna tugged at the sweater collar she wore backwards, then stared at the silent Allen and smiled, "Do you still have the laxatives Dumbledore took?"

　　 "Don't even think about it!"

　　 In the middle of the night, in the dark night, there was silence around Hogwarts. The little wizards in the castle were still immersed in their sleep, and there was the sound of slow footsteps in the wide corridor. Harry helped Dumbledore finally swim out of the range where anti-ghosting was prohibited, and returned to Hogwarts.

　　 Coming to the door of Professor Snape's office, he clutched Dumbledore's arm tightly, almost all of Dumbledore's weight was on Harry.

　　 Harry raised his hand to knock on the door of Snape's office, but the door suddenly opened, and Alan and Luna appeared in front of Harry and Dumbledore with pale faces and lifelessness holding each other.

　　 The eyes of the four people met, and they were all shocked.

"Principal Dumbledore, Harry, good evening?" Allen's gaze fell on Dumbledore who was leaning on Harry, astonished and asked, "Principal Dumbledore, are you okay? What are you guys?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern." Dumbledore relied on Harry's hand tightly to stop his answer, and then Dumbledore's mouth twitched weakly and said, "I drank some unhealthy drink...you What's wrong?"

　　 Luna suddenly opened her mouth roundly and let out a loud hiccup.

"That's a coincidence... We too drank too much Muggle soda, and we were not feeling well, so we came to Professor Snape to get some potions..." Alan pointed behind Harry and Dumbledore's surprised eyes. Room, "Professor Snape hasn't rested yet. Go in now."

After that, Allen smiled at Harry and walked out the door with Luna vainly. Dumbledore's eyes were a little puzzled, and he couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't explained to Harry the correctness of his guess before—he was a little doubtful. Ellen, but seeing the state of these two people doesn’t seem to be a fake...but Ellen and the others are not feeling well, instead of going to the school doctor’s office but coming to see Severus, the symptoms look similar to them...this makes Dumbledore’s mind puzzled. Bigger.

　　 Before closing the door, Harry heard Alan complaining weakly to Luna: "Next time you have to'clean up' yourself at least!"

　　 At this time, deep in the deep forests of Albania, in the underground grottoes, there was a raging fire in some rough boulder fireplaces, and the light of the fire lit up this wide hall.

The hall was full of silent Death Eaters. These Death Eaters stared at Voldemort in the middle of the hall tremblingly. Judging from their cautious expressions, everyone seemed to be worried that they would offend the most violent and cruel owner in recent days. .

　　 There is no hair, and the man like a snake is holding a piece of parchment in his hand. Against the background of the jumping fire, his expression seems to ease.

　　 "You trash, you are not as good as a little witch." A high-pitched voice sounded in the room.

The Death Eaters in the room hung their heads lower, and at this moment the stone door turned open, carrying a tray with several things on it, and Lucius Malfoy, dressed a little too elegantly, strode in. The hall eased the awkward silence.

　　 Voldemort turned, his shiny red eyes watched Lucius Malfoy approaching.

"Lucius, come here." Voldemort pointed to a position in front of him, and Lucius' eyes slid over Bellatrix Lestrange, who was bulging behind Voldemort, and walked to the designated position. Above, the eyes of most people in the room followed him, and Voldemort spoke to him first: "Tell this bunch of trash what good news you brought back."

　　 "Master, I successfully discovered the hand of Vecna ​​in that ancient ruin and brought it back." Lucius respectfully handed a glass-covered box on the tray to Voldemort with both hands.

　　 Voldemort lifted the lid of the box~www.ltnovel.com~ His eyes focused on the dry hands of the man who was supported by the cushion and covered by the glass cover engraved with intricate magic patterns.

"Master... this hand can't be directly touched..." Lucius stepped forward and reminded, "Three of us died... They were frozen into ice by one of them, and two of them were sucked away and all their vitality became corpses. ."

Voldemort did not respond to Lucius’s reminder. He put the box on a side table, tapped his pale right hand with a magic wand, and cast a protection spell on himself. He lifted the glass cover and picked it up directly. After this withered man’s hand, the black energy of the curse instantly entangled him, spreading upward on his arm, but in front of Voldemort, who had studied the curse deeply and had already prepared protection in advance, these black energy could only stay in The surface of the skin couldn't get into the flesh and blood of Voldemort.

"Lucius, well done, it's genuine..." Voldemort's red eyes flashed, his lipsless mouth twisted into a weird smile, and he put Vic's hand back on the mat and entangled his hand. The black qi on the back instantly retreated. Voldemort turned his pale fingers around his big spider-like hand, "Vekna used his own body to make one of two strange objects, a very precious magical item. , But it’s a pity that you need to cut off your hand before you can put it on... it's pretty useful for research."

"Master... are three..." Lucius picked up a few slates from the tray, and whispered to remind the mysterious person's attention, "...I also found some documents in the ruins, and Vicner seems to have nothing but Outside of the palms and eyes, after becoming an undead creature, he used his heart to make a third..."