Chapter 1063 ?

Surprise enveloped Lun in an instant, and he immediately looked at the crazy girl lying on the sofa next to him hiccupping, noticing Lun's gaze, and Luna turned around Lun with her silver-gray eyes.

The two just stared at each other for a while, until Hermione sent a reminder: "Luna... I think Lun wants to see the Elder Wand for himself..."

"I know... I just don't want to touch it with my hands..." Luna said with some reluctance, she took out a package wrapped in blue cloth from her waist bag, and then carefully opened the package to reveal the true appearance of the wand, She pinched the base of the wand with her fingernails, as if she didn't want to get her hands on the wand, and then she twisted it in front of Len.

Lun saw Luna's cautious posture, his back straightened involuntarily, and his raised hands couldn't help shrinking back: "Luna, you are so cautious...it is dangerous? How should I hold it? "

Without an immediate answer, Luna just let go of it and dropped it into Len's hand, which was still panicked when he saw the wand fall.

"It's not dangerous, just take it like this...I just think it smells of almonds." Luna seemed to be afraid that the almond smell she said would spread to her mouth, her mouth was opened slightly, and her voice was a bit vague.

For the crazy girl who often said some confusing crazy things, others have long been used to it and will not find it strange. Lun gave up the idea of ​​​​finding out and focused on looking at the six knots of the elder wand.

Penelope looked a little displeased, looked at the old wand, and muttered softly: "If you give it to you, cherish it and throw it away, and you won't be afraid of breaking it..."

"The Elder Wand is the least sentimental, the most calm and cruel wand, it only considers ability...other wands will maintain a certain degree of loyalty to a wizard, so even if you are used to 'expel you', but continue Hold that wand, even if you fail in the war, but still hold that wand, that wand will still serve you... They will not give up the owner of the wand so easily... Of course, if a wand chooses a capable person, They will prefer the master they choose..." Allen, who is also a master wand, explained the characteristics of the wand, "However, this old wand is different, it is only loyal to ability, so it has no emotion at all Yes...it goes by power. If you win, then you win the wand, so some of the lore that says you need to kill the original owner to have it is wrong...you just have to beat him, by So I set a trap to get it from Dumbledore, avoiding further conflict with the White Wizard..."

"And the Elder Wand may make our spells more powerful than our Mithril Wand, but its other functions are not more suitable for us than the Mithril Wand." Hermione, as the one who put the laxative into the crystal basin by herself, The witch knew what the trap Allen was talking about. From Luna's attitude of grabbing the wand, she intelligently noticed the secret, and her complexion became a little pale. Use him, otherwise Allen's efforts to avoid conflicts will be in vain..."

Luna, who is usually a bit sloppy, was using Clean Up on her hands at this time, and she said in a trance, "I don't need to use it to cast spells, I just use it to research and discover the secrets of the power of death."

"It's a pity..." Lun seemed to be a little obsessed with the Elder Wand. As he said this, he suddenly put the Elder Wand in front of him and sniffed it, because Luna's previous words made Lun hypnotize him, and he smelled something that didn't exist. Smell, "Luna, don't you like the smell of almonds? I think the smell of almonds is really good..."

"Ugh..." At this moment, Allen, who was sitting by the side, suddenly leaned forward,

Retching to the ground uncontrollably.

Lun was taken aback by his brother's sudden and violent reaction. He dropped his wand and quickly patted Allen on the back, asking repeatedly with concern: "What's the matter, what's wrong with you, Allen?"

"What? It really smells like macaroons?" Luna's eyes bulged, and she leaned forward, retching on the ground uncontrollably—and then it turned into real retching, and the oysters were spat out.

"Macaroons? Dumbledore liked it for a while last term... eh?" Leaning forward, he retched uncontrollably towards the ground.

"Not good! Someone poisoned the oysters!!!" Penello saw that the three people in front of her were vomiting, she kicked the table in front of her and bounced, and quickly took out the general antidote equipped with Auror with her right hand. Opening Alan's mouth, he was about to pour it in - this extremely bitter potion that could boost the spirits of a poisoned wizard slid down Alan's mouth into his stomach.

Anka thought that Penello was mad and attacking Allen, and wanted to come over to help by flapping his wings, but was imprisoned in place by the anxious witch without holding back with the petrification spell.

"Penello, stop... this is not... um!" After thinking for a long time, Allen finally managed to speak, but Penello thought he was going to refuse and wanted to leave the potion to others, so Penello put the potion in his hands. Taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, the potion poured in, and Allen's words were suffocated again.

Because of the bitter potion and the oyster in his stomach, Allen was shaking from head to toe like Dumbledore was drugged by Harry in that cave...

Later, under the restraint of Hermione, who was slowing down, and after the slowing down Allen gave a general explanation, Lun and Penello also joined the retching chorus—especially sniffing the old wand at close range. Started to produce a lot of old-fashioned Len.

After another ten minutes, everyone in this private reception room changed their mood again, and the skillful robot had been busy cleaning up the room for quite a while.

Penello, who gave Alan a full stomach of antidote forcibly out of thin air, showed a rare shy expression, but she still maintained her face, holding back to make herself look decent: "I told you! Don't eat it next time There are so many oysters, I have eaten up my stomach..."

After finishing speaking, Penello squeezed a smile at Anka, who was begging for comfort on Allen's lap, without showing a jealous expression, which made Hermione couldn't help but sarcastically said-this is for Penello That said, it was almost like she was apologizing.

Lun leaned on the sofa with all his strength and gasped for breath. He poured himself a sip of tea: "Luna, what are you going to say next time... please explain clearly."

Allen, who felt the churn in his stomach relieved a little, put down his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, and looked up at Lun, who had no intention of leaving at all, with a suspicious look—judging from Lun's past behavior, he After losing someone, he would leave very quickly to avoid ridicule and embarrassment, but now that he has recovered, he has stayed in the room for so long and has no intention of leaving.

So Allen, who decided to defuse the current atmosphere, took the initiative to ask: "Len, what's next?"

"It's okay...uh, I mean it's not serious..." Lun coughed twice and seemed far more coy than usual, "Alan, the weather is so good today, should we go play Quidditch?"

"After we vomited? I didn't know you were so obsessed with this sport..." Allen raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother, and the girls in the room also looked at Director Harris.

"The new veela cousins ​​of the Harris family asked Lun, they want to play with the Quidditch star." Luna's light voice came.