Chapter 293 The Magic Wand Shows Its Power

"Heh heh heh heh -" Xie Lin's laughter sounded out at an inappropriate time, and anyone could hear it. The laughter was full of ridicule, instantly attracting everyone's attention to him.

"I really can't believe it -" Xie Lin opened his mouth and made a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, but made no attempt to hide the contempt and disdain in the corner of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, what on earth have I witnessed? ?”

"Are you meeting like-minded partners and planning to form a big alliance of villains?" Xie Lin laughed and said: "Is this the legendary combination of 'beauty and basilisk'? Oh, I'm sorry - I thought of pirates for a moment Wang, you forgot, maybe it would be more appropriate to call you 'The Demonic Trio'?"

"Even Lord Voldemort, who has been powerful in Great Britain for more than ten years, knows how to put down his stature, protect himself wisely, and assess the situation. In comparison, you are still so young and you still have a longer future-" Morgan smiled sweetly: "Will you stop thinking about it, join us, and seek a way to common prosperity with us?"

"Hahaha, I'm afraid your approach won't work for me. Being inferior to others means being inferior to others. There is no need to use fancy words of 'seeking common prosperity' to cover it up. I am not as innocent and cute as Lord Voldemort -" Xie Lin Regardless of Voldemort's livid expression, he said to himself: "Speaking of which, do you know that your overly enthusiastic solicitation rhetoric has exposed your true intentions?"

"There may be something about valuing talent and cherishing talent, but I don't believe that is your real purpose behind it. You said so much, you are nothing more than -" Xie Lin put away his playful smile and put on a serious expression, his eyes flashing. With a shrewd look, he said, "You just want me to appease Meredith's soul in you."

The corners of Morgan's originally raised lips instantly smoothed away. When she heard Xie Lin's words, she couldn't laugh anymore. She began to look at Xie Lin seriously and said softly: "It seems that you have done a lot of homework. You seem to know a lot about the situation between me and your little girlfriend!"

"Don't underestimate the heritage of the pure-blood family. Looking back carefully, the history of the Malfoy family is even earlier than the Avalon school you created -" Xie Lin said coldly: "What you did on Mei The method is not just bloodline fusion - it is an ancient black magic that relies on bloodline fusion as an opportunity to assimilate magic, spirit, soul, and body, and eventually replaces the host as the core of the body."

"Well, you actually know about blood fusion. It seems that your intelligence ability has been greatly underestimated... But even if you know this, so what?"

"In fact, I'm afraid what I know is far beyond your imagination -" Xie Lin's lips curled up slightly: "Do you know that during your conversation just now, I guessed something else... "

"Oh, really? Tell me, what is it?" Morgan stared at Xie Lin with all his attention, his fiery eyes shining.

"As you said before, my wand has evolved, and the ancestor of the Night Quran is the Night Corpse Dragon——"

"Yes, and what next?" Morgan nodded seriously and asked seriously.

"Do you still insist on continuing to pretend?" Xie Lin chuckled softly, raised the wand in his hand, and said: "My wand has indeed undergone magical changes, but ah-"

"I have already used alchemy to coat the outer layer of the wand with a layer of grape vine wood -" Xie Lin gently pinched the wand, and a slight crack suddenly appeared on the wand, and then layer after layer of paper appeared. The thin wooden skin slowly fell off, and the wand changed from a charcoal black color similar to a fire stick to a slender wand covered in bright silver. The dark golden lines on the wand slowly lit up and dimmed. , maintaining the state of sometimes dark and sometimes bright, as if——

The wand is alive - it's breathing - and at the same time -

The air around the end of the wand seemed to be vibrating rapidly, as if invisible magic was about to erupt.

Suddenly, Voldemort and Barbarossa said "Ah" in unison. The two looked at each other, their expressions first showing shock, then slowly turning into seriousness.

Just at that moment, their wands suddenly vibrated very unusually, making their hands holding the wands feel as if they were electrocuted, and they felt numb and itchy, but this was just a small thing——

They suddenly and inexplicably felt that the mysterious link between themselves and the wand was suddenly broken.

They can no longer feel the comfortable and smooth feeling that they used to have when holding their own wands - now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast a spell, and they are full of energy when injecting magic power into the wand. It all feels raw, indescribably awkward and uncomfortable.

They all thought of a terrible possibility.

For some reason they cannot understand, their wands have lost their innermost spirituality and have become a standard spell-casting weapon, rather than a destined partner who can communicate with the caster and resonate with the magic power.

In this state, although they can still cast spells, the speed and fluency of spell casting, as well as the magic power and destructive power attached to the spell, will be greatly compromised.

If the opponent they are about to face is just an ordinary adult wizard, or even a mid-level Auror, then it doesn't matter. After all, the gap in strength is there and cannot be controlled by a magic wand. However, a few minutes ago, Voldemort was in an inseparable fight with Schelling. It could even be said that Voldemort was still faintly suppressed and at a disadvantage.

If the difference caused by the wand factor is added...

Now Voldemort is filled with nothing but regret - Merlin's beard, tonight is the day of my resurrection, I just want to be resurrected quietly, at most I just want to kill a Potter, what did I do wrong, why did the plot I expected collapse like this...

Let's not talk about Voldemort's collapse, let's turn the picture back to Schelling.

"You can sense its true state, there are only a few possibilities -" Xie Lin paused, looked at Morgan again, and then slowly said: "No matter which possibility it is, it is inseparable from the ancestor of the Night Thestrals, the Dark Night Corpse Dragon, that is, something in your hand resonates with my wand, this resonance is deeper than the soul, it can be said to be the deepest level - it can only be a thing of the same period and level as the Dark Night Corpse Dragon..."

"Logically speaking, the biggest possibility is that you are holding the old wand of the Peverell family - or the Death Wand, and through the resonance of the tail feather core of the Night Thestrals, you can guess the abnormality of my wand..."

"But, fortunately, I happen to know the whereabouts of this wand, it is not in your hand, so I can rule out this possibility with certainty -" Xie Lin smiled faintly, but his eyes revealed a strong confidence, "I was originally trying to figure out how you saw the changes in my wand, you just said The blood power I felt reminded me——"

"The blood flowing in your body——is the blood of the Hell Dragon King, one of the five ancient dragons? To be more precise, the Avalon school inheritance you heard of is actually inherited from the first batch of wizards who practiced the "Dragon Power" in ancient times, right?"

"Awesome!" Morgan showed an admiring look, and she clapped her hands lightly, "You guessed it all right. The power in my blood is indeed inherited from the Hell Dragon King——"

"I really can't imagine that you can deduce so much information just from such a simple sentence. I have to admit that you are indeed the most outstanding genius of the contemporary era——"

"I am really glad now. If it weren't for my deliberate arrangement, I tried every means to teleport you here alone, and let Voldemort and you take the lead, forcing you to reveal your trump card skills in advance. Otherwise, even if we have a large number of people here, I am afraid that today's confrontation with you will have to add many variables..."