"Professor Dracula, what about this interview..." Rita Skeeter said unwillingly.
"Forget about the interview. I have an appointment with someone else." Dracula waved his hand casually, ignoring her and walked towards the steps on the side of the room.
Watching Dracula's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth unwillingly, suddenly reached into her crocodile leather handbag, and took out a long, dazzling green feather pen and a roll of parchment.
She spread the parchment on a nearby table and put the tip of the green quill into her mouth, sucking on it relishingly for a moment before placing the pen vertically on the parchment.
The feather pen tube stood upright on the tip, suspended in mid-air and trembling slightly, as if ready to write an article at any time.
"Checking the status of the pen... My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet," she said.
Bagman, who was standing nearby, came over curiously and looked down at the quill and the parchment.
As soon as Rita Skeeter finished speaking, the green quill began to write quickly, the tip of the pen sliding deftly across the parchment -
Rita Skeeter, a 43-year-old blonde, has exposed many a frivolous reputation with her rebellious quill pen...
"Great," Rita Skeeter laughed pleasantly, tearing off the first piece of parchment, crumpling it up and stuffing it into her purse.
"How come this pen is as good at making up lies as you are?" Bagman commented, watching the scene in amazement.
"Ludo, if you can't speak, don't speak."
Rita Skeeter turned to glare at Ludo, then continued to write with her quill, "Next is... um, Dracula, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."
Unlike before, this time the green feather pen hesitated for a long time before slowly moving across the parchment and writing the following words:
Professor Dracula, as the first professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts to serve in the same position for 30 years, is a legendary figure. However, few people know that his appearance is also so eye-catching.
This professor is very low-key. It is definitely a great loss to the wizarding world that he has such an outstanding image but is little known to the public.
Although he was unwilling to be interviewed, the author was able to ask him many questions after some indirect probing...
Bagman stood nearby, looking at the words written with the quill, and his mouth opened in amazement.
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"Mr. Dracula, you're just in time!"
In a room upstairs, an old wizard with two large light-colored eyes was sitting quietly by the window. When he saw Dracula coming, he stood up in surprise.
"I have just packed up the tools for checking wands. It happens that I have wanted to take another look at that eerie wooden wand for a long time." The old wizard's voice was vague, but the joy in it could not be concealed at all.
"Oh? I thought you only agreed to make this wand because you were forced to do so." Dracula chuckled, "Aren't you willing to use only dragon heartstrings, unicorn tail hairs, and phoenix tail feathers as the wand core, Mr. Garrick Ollivander?"
"Ah, that's different!" Ollivander shook his head. "The reason I made this rule is simply because these three types of wand cores are the most stable. However, the compatibility of your little finger bone with the wood and the caster is unprecedented, which is obviously worth making an exception for me!"
Dracula curled the corners of his mouth, pretending that the staff maker who said "You've got the wrong guy" was not him.
"Then please help me take a look. I also want to know if this wand has undergone any changes after three years." Dracula handed over the wand he had used for three years.
Ollivander carefully took the wand, placed it on a soft silk cushion on the table, and put on his single-frame glasses.
"Ghostly wood, powerful magical life bone as the wand core, thirteen and a half inches, completely black, and hard..." Looking at the wand, Ollivander murmured, "This is definitely one of the best works I have ever made!"
"What do you mean?" Dracula asked.
"Mr. Dracula, please take a look - the main material of this wand is the gloomy wood, which is extremely suitable for using necromancy and black magic. However, this wood also has its limitations, that is, it is difficult to use it to cast holy magic such as the Patronus Charm..."
Ollivander's voice suddenly stopped halfway through his words.
He watched as Dracula raised his hand, summoned his wand back into his hand, and casually cast a silver-white bat Patronus.
Ollivander: "..."
"It seems that there is something wrong with your judgment, Mr. Ollivander." Dracula played with the wand between his fingers and smiled teasingly.
"This shouldn't be..." Ollivander showed a look of doubt, "Wood like Spooky Wood is extremely repulsive to holy magic according to the literature. Forcibly using this kind of wand to cast the Patronus Charm will definitely affect the dark energy in it..."
He took a series of complicated tools from his tool kit, took the eerie wooden wand from Dracula, and examined it carefully from top to bottom.
“Incredible… Incredible…”
The more Ollivander looked, the more surprised he was, and the disbelief in his eyes became more and more intense.
"The dark power on this wand, after being affected by the Patronus Charm, has shown no signs of weakening... On the contrary, it is increasing at an imperceptible speed?"
"You mean... the darkness in this wand is still increasing?" Dracula frowned and abruptly took the wand back from Ollivander.
He had been lying in the coffin of the eerie wood for a hundred years. He was very clear about the characteristics of this wood and knew that everything in the world was different from himself, who was eternal and unchanging. No matter how magical the material was, it would gradually become ordinary and its energy would gradually dissipate with the passage of time.
This coffin is hundreds of years old and no longer has the solemnity it had when the gloomy logs were first taken.
However, after using this wand to cast the Patronus Charm many times, the dark qualities in it not only did not weaken at all, but instead became stronger
Dracula grasped the wand and used his magic power to probe deep into the interior of the wand. After repeated searches, he finally found an almost imperceptible source of energy.
Because Dracula usually does not attach importance to tools such as magic wands, he naturally has no awareness of maintaining the wand and checking the core, and it is difficult for him to notice this deeply hidden energy source.
If Ollivander hadn't tested it with professional tools and asked this question today, Dracula might not have noticed that he had used the wand until it was scrapped.
But how can such a tiny energy source continuously enhance the power of the wand
Countless scenes flashed before Dracula's eyes.
What he was sure of was that after Ollivander had made the wand, there was no such energy source in the wand... The wandmaker was only proficient in making wands, and he did not have the ability to store the energy source of dark magic.
So, when did this energy source appear
First of all, it is certain that it did not appear for a long time. Because when the Patronus Charm was first used, the power of the wand did decrease very slightly, which was easily perceptible.
Later, when did this decline stop and instead began to rise slowly
The scene in front of Dracula finally froze on the meeting with the man in the red robe and hood in the Department of Mysteries at the end of last semester.
The only person who has the ability to tamper with this wand without anyone knowing is the future Dracula himself!
But how far into the future will your future self come from
He was able to raise Dracula's strength, which had not changed for nearly a thousand years, to a whole new level, even to the point where he could snatch people from the self-proclaimed god of death...
"Mr. Dracula, have you thought of anything?"
Ollivander's voice interrupted Dracula's thoughts.
"Nothing." Dracula turned around and shook his head gently. "Go and do your thing first, Mr. Ollivander. Bagman said you still have to check the wands of the participating warriors."
"Oh!" Ollivander opened his large light-colored eyes even wider. "That's right. I think I'm going to be late."
After saying this, he hurriedly put away the utensils on the table, and while saying something like not letting down the reputation of the Ollivander wand-making family, he tremblingly pushed open the door and walked down the stairs.
After Ollivander left, Dracula let out a long breath and his eyes became extremely deep.
Different kinds of dark energy from the same source, the stone archway of the Department of Mysteries leading to another world, Herpo's strange abilities in the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus, and the mysterious energy source left by the future Dracula...
All of this seems to be strung together, pointing to a mysterious end.
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When Dracula sorted out his thoughts and came downstairs again, he saw Ollivander seriously examining John Kowalski's wand.
"Hmm," said Mr. Ollivander, "a very nicely made wand. It must have been made by a very good wand-maker..."
He raised his wand and turned it over and over before his eyes, examining it carefully.
"Right... snakewood, panther whiskers, right?" He glanced at John.
"Yes, it's made of the same material as my grandfather's wand, but his has no core." John nodded.
"No wand core?" Ollivander looked up at John in surprise. "Excuse me, but I don't know of any wand that can cast magic without a wand core..."
"Oh, don't doubt yourself, my grandfather never used that wand to cast spells." John laughed, "He was a Muggle!"
"Muggles?" Ollivander's eyes widened.
"Ahem... Mr. Ollivander, don't worry about this detail." Dumbledore, who came into the room as a referee, coughed twice and said, "Jacob, Mr. Kowalski's grandfather's wand, was given to him by me."
"Oh, Albus, this is..."
"It can be considered a souvenir. It seems that Mr. Kowalski and his family like that wand very much." Dumbledore smiled and motioned Ollivander to continue his work.
"I really don't understand what you did when you were younger..." Ollivander shook his head noncommittally, and looked at the wands again, "Snakewood wand, the most famous one is of course Slytherin's, which is suitable for all kinds of profound magic..."
Dracula listened to Ollivander's words and looked at John's snakewood wand with interest.
He suddenly remembered that the snakewood staff that Salazar Slytherin used seemed to have been brought to America by one of his descendants, and no one knew where it was now.
"I personally have never used leopard whiskers as a wand core. I think wands made with leopard whiskers are too changeable..." Ollivander continued, "However, everyone has their own preferences. Since it suits you, it can also be a wand core suitable for various spiritual magic."
"Twelve and a quarter inches, no wear and tear... OK, flock of birds!"
There was a loud pop from the snakewood wand, like a pistol discharge, and a flock of small birds fluttered out of the wand's end and flew out of the open window into the pale sunlight.
"Very good," Mr. Ollivander smiled and handed the wand back to John, "And the last one... Mr. Potter."
Harry stood up, brushed past John, walked towards Ollivander's, and handed over his wand.
"Ah, yes," Ollivander's light-colored eyes suddenly flashed with extreme excitement, "Yes, yes... I remember it clearly. This is the wand made at the same time as that person, with two twin phoenix feathers..."
"That person?" Rita Skeeter suddenly looked up from her manuscript.
Harry looked at Ollivander in panic and winked at him quickly.
He had never told anyone that his wand had the same core as Voldemort's.
In fact, Harry loved his wand so much that he could not blame it for its relationship to Voldemort's wand - just as he could not deny his own kinship with Aunt Petunia.
However, he sincerely hoped that Mr. Ollivander would not tell anyone in the room about this... If Ollivander let the secret out, Rita Skeeter's shorthand quill would probably explode with excitement.
Ollivander seemed to understand Harry's expression, smiled knowingly, lowered his head and fell silent, carefully examining his wand.
Finally, he let a stream of wine spurt from the tip of his wand, then handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it in perfect condition.
Rita Skeeter didn't react, not knowing what Ollivander's words meant. She lowered her head in disappointment and continued to secretly make up stories for Dracula.
However, Dracula saw the source of the wand in Harry's eyes.
'In that case, Potter's wand might be of interest to Riddle,' he pondered.
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