The wand now used by Dumbledore is the Elder Wand captured from Grindelwald, one of the three holy artifacts, with extremely powerful magic power.
But this also shows that the legend about the God of Death is just a legend. If the person who owns the Elder Wand is really invincible as in the legend, the current British wizarding world may be a different pattern.
"Elderberry, tsk tsk." The man looked at the "sleeping" wand in the box and commented. "My father told me it was a wand once held by a dark wizard and it gave him great power."
The man's voice sounded at this moment.
"I'll let you in on a little secret. Elder wand owners are almost invariably attracted to rowan wand holders. That's what my father told me." The man blinked and said with a smile.
"It's really romantic." Furong looked longingly at the magic wand in front of her, and seemed to have imagined some romantic love stories. Because of the magic wand, the two became friends, met each other, and spent their lives together.
"Rowan wood is also a very good wood. It is hard and not easy to break. Its defense is the best among all wands." The man took out a wand from his sleeve and waved it in front of the two.
"My own wand is rowan," he said excitedly.
"And there have never been black wizards who use rowan wood. They are all kind-hearted." The shopkeeper continued.
"Well, I think I know the answer." The corner of Malfoy's mouth twitched slightly, so it seemed that the encounter between the two might really be destined.
The texture of some old bee's first wand almost speaks for itself.
"Is your wand not working well? I remember that the evaluation given by Ollivander was quite suitable?" Fleur tugged on La Malfoy's cuff at this time and asked in a low voice.
"It's not for me," Malfoy explained, shaking his head.
"Do you need any other evidence?" Malfoy immediately turned to the shopkeeper and asked.
"No need, I can tell." The shopkeeper picked up the feather duster again at this time and began to clean up.
"And this wand?" Malfoy asked tentatively.
"Please take care of yourself. My father told me that we are only its custodians. If we try to pursue interests that are not in line with ourselves, we will be punished. This is what my grandfather taught us."
"Thank you very much." Malfoy nodded.
"You're welcome, by the way, say hello to the person who asked you to take back the wand. According to my father, he was once favored by that old man." The man finally reminded.
"Okay, sir." Malfoy waved at him at the door as a response
The two then left the wand shop.
Although it is a "bazaar of fraudsters", the shopkeeper is surprisingly honest and kind.
The whole process was unexpectedly smooth, and Malfoy thought there would be some twists and turns in the process, but in the end he just listened to a talk about wands from this talkative man.
Walking out of the store, the slightly drunk afternoon sun slanted on the two of them, bringing some warmth.
"How about a drink? The cappuccino just now didn't look like it was finished." Malfoy invited with a smile
After completing a task just now, he was inexplicably happy, and his tone was much more relaxed.
"Can you?" Furong said in surprise.
Then she hesitated: "I remember you still have important things, is it okay?"
"I don't want to be caught another day and charged with hostage abuse. Don't worry, it's not a big problem." Malfoy thought of the short rescue and Dumbledore's meeting in the bathroom of the coffee shop not long ago. Calls through the two-way mirror.
This call made his inner sense of urgency slightly relaxed.
He learned that the current situation in the British wizarding world was temporarily stable, and he also knew that Voldemort had escaped from prison.
"I'm curious about what you did." Dumbledore's voice came from the other end of the double-sided mirror. When he hurried from the courtroom to the island where Azkaban was located, he only saw a piece of The ruins, the tall rectangular black fortress collapsed completely, and the black bricks and stones used for construction were scattered on almost the entire island. The soil slope turned into a swamp-like low-lying again, and the surrounding waves continued to wash away the nearby rocks.
Such is the power of the angry Dark Lord.
From among the collapsing boulders, the old man even felt the remnants of the Dark Lord's angry emotions and terrifying black magic fluctuations.
His gut told him it had something to do with Malfoy.
"I just did what you might not be able to bear to do. After all, dementors would get tired of eating delicacies all day long, wouldn't they? I asked them to take the time to taste the taste of a living person. On the way home, they still I can find it." Malfoy said lightly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
In the double-sided mirror, Dumbledore's long and narrow silver eyebrows jumped sharply, and then returned to calm in an instant.
"Of course, according to their answers, it's not delicious, even with a soul-sucking kiss." Malfoy joked, as if he was talking about tasting some delicious food.
"You're right." The old man sighed dejectedly, just making such an evaluation of Malfoy's actions.
It wasn't so much that he was right as that the Ministry had been wrong all along.
Killing for life is a matter of course. Muggle society tries to avoid the death penalty for the sake of so-called humanitarianism, which is also established under the control of the state machine, and there will be almost no escape from prison. It is not unacceptable to promote the so-called benevolence. After all, criminals It can no longer cause harm to society.
But in the wizarding world where personal power is divided into two levels, it is ridiculous to play the game of not carrying out the death penalty. Those prisoners are time bombs that can explode at any time, causing unbearable damage.
In the original trajectory, those terrifying dark wizards escaped from Azkaban many times and returned to Voldemort's command.
If it can be resolved earlier, the Dark Lord's power will not continue to expand.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that -
Facts have proved that Hagrid has made a lot of achievements with the support of the official government. He is more suitable to face those magical creatures alone, rather than being an incompetent teacher.
His hybridization results were growing savagely on the island of Azkaban. Under the terrifying quantity and weird biological army, if it weren't for Voldemort himself, it would be almost impossible for anyone to escape.
Of course, Voldemort had nearly wiped out all life on the island, and the big man might be very sad.