Chapter 903 ? Vecna Made 3 Things
Finally, Alan, who was no longer affected by Voldemort's potion and the happy water of the fat house, picked up the Elder Wand seized from Dumbledore. From the outside, this brown elder wand was about 15 inches long. Going up bumpy, Allen's hand slid over its six protruding joints, and the silver metal ring linked in the middle was cold, and Allen shook it gently while holding it.
"The Elder Wand has great magical power, and it is also the most ignorant, cruelest wand. It has no loyalty to its master, and only considers the ability of the wizard who wields the wand. Therefore, if you want to really conquer it, you must defeat its original strength. Master." The Elder Wand twirled in Allen's hand, "It has a long and bloody history, wizards fight and murder to get it, killing is almost inevitable."
"That's the god of death using it to deliberately cause people to fight." Luna nodded, frowned and shrank her neck.
"The irony is that it doesn't have to be so cruel at all, 'disarm you' is enough." Allen raised his hand to Luna, making an inviting gesture.
Then, Allen raised the old wand in his hand, and as Luna cast a spell, the old wand seemed to be hit by a huge force, and flew out in a whirl, just when it was about to hit the wall, Luna used the Flying Charm, causing it to quickly shift direction and fall into Luna's hands—she sniffed it vigilantly, and finally felt relieved when she didn't smell anything.
Looking at Luna who was playing with the Elder Wand, Allen thought of the nightmarish vision he was seeing just now, he hesitated for a moment before asking out the confusion in his heart: "Luna, actually, what I have always cared about but didn't ask is... If we get rid of Grim Reaper... what will happen to you? Be the new Grim Reaper?"
"I don't know, maybe..." The old wand twirled in Luna's hand and turned her eyes back to Alan's face. She sighed: "I haven't become a true god and I don't know... Alan, from our From the beginning of the plan until now, I feel that the power of the god of death is beyond my original imagination. He seems to have detected it in advance. It's a strange cold wind...Our primary goal now is to deal with the god of death..."
Allen stared at Luna for a moment, his tone a little helpless: "That's because your sweater is worn backwards..."
"Oh..." Luna tugged at the collar of the sweater she was wearing backwards, then smiled at the somewhat silent Allen, "Do you still have the laxative Dumbledore took?"
"Don't even think about it!"
In the second half of the night, in the dark night, Hogwarts was completely silent. The little wizards in the castle were still asleep, and the sound of slow footsteps could be heard in the wide corridor. Harry supported Dumbledore and finally swam out of the forbidden anti-apparition range and returned to Hogwarts.
When he came to the door of Professor Snape's office, he held Dumbledore's arm tightly, and Dumbledore's whole weight was almost on Harry.
Harry raised his hand to knock on the door of Snape's office, but the door suddenly opened, and Ellen and Luna appeared in front of Harry and Dumbledore, pale and lifeless, supporting each other.
The eyes of the four met together, and they were all very shocked.
"Principal Dumbledore, Harry, good evening?" Allen's eyes fell on Dumbledore who was leaning on Harry, and he looked surprised, and asked knowingly, "Principal Dumbledore, are you okay? What are you?"
"It's okay, thank you for your concern." Dumbledore relied on Harry's hand to stop his answer, and then Dumbledore said weakly with twitching corners of his mouth,
"I drank a little unhealthy drink... what's wrong with you?"
Luna suddenly opened her mouth wide and burped loudly.
"That's a coincidence... We also drank too much Muggle soda, and we were not feeling well. We came to Professor Snape to get some potions..." Alan pointed behind Harry and Dumbledore's astonished eyes. The room, "Professor Snape hasn't rested yet, you go in quickly."
After finishing speaking, Allen smiled at Harry and walked out the door with Luna in a stilted footstep. Dumbledore looked a little puzzled, and he couldn't help but wondered in his heart that he didn't explain the correctness of his guess to Harry before—he was a little skeptical Alan, but seeing the status of these two people does not seem to be a lie... But Alan and the others didn't go to the school doctor's office when they felt unwell, they came to see Severus. The symptoms looked similar to their own... This made Dumbledore feel puzzled bigger.
Before closing the door, Harry heard Allen complaining to Luna weakly: "Next time you at least have to 'clean up' yourself!"
At this time, in the depths of the Albanian forest, in the underground grottoes, a raging fire was burning in some rough boulder fireplaces, and the fire light illuminated this wide hall.
The hall was full of silent Death Eaters. These Death Eaters watched Voldemort in the middle of the hall tremblingly. Judging from their cautious expressions, it seemed that everyone was worried that they would offend their master, who had a particularly grumpy and cruel temper these days. .
The hairless, snake-like man held a piece of parchment in his hand, and his expression seemed to soften a bit against the backdrop of the jumping flames.
"You bastards are not as good as a little witch." A high-pitched voice sounded in the room.
The Death Eaters in the room lowered their heads, when the huge stone door swung open, carrying a tray with several things on it, Lucius Malfoy, who was dressed a little too well, strode in The hall eased the awkward silence.
Voldemort turned, watching Lucius Malfoy's approach with glowing red eyes.
"Lucius, come here." Voldemort pointed to a place in front of him, and Lucius' eyes slid over Bellatrix Lestrange, who had a bulging abdomen behind Voldemort, and walked to the designated place At last, the eyes of most people in the room followed him, and Voldemort spoke to him first: "Tell these trash what good news you have brought back."
"Master, I successfully found 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, and his eyes focused on the withered hand inside which was supported by a cushion and covered by a glass cover carved with intricate magic patterns.
"Master... this hand cannot be touched directly..." Lucius stepped forward and reminded, "Three of us died... One of them was frozen into ice, and two of them were sucked out of all their vitality and turned into mummies." .”
Voldemort ignored Lucius' reminder, he put the box on the table beside him, tapped his pale right hand with his wand, and cast a protective spell on himself, he lifted the glass cover and picked it up directly. After touching this withered human hand, the black energy of the curse instantly entangled him and spread upwards on his arm. However, in front of Voldemort, who has studied the curse deeply and had already prepared protection in advance, the black energy could only stay in front of him. The surface layer of the skin cannot penetrate into Voldemort's flesh and blood.
"Lucius, well done, the real thing..." Voldemort's red eyes twinkled, his lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile, and he put Vecna's hand back on the mat, entangled in his The black air on his body retreated in an instant, and Voldemort turned his big hand with pale fingers like spiders, "Vecnar used one of the two strange things made by his own body, a very precious magic item , but it’s a pity that you need to cut off your own hand to replace it...It’s still useful for research.”
"Master... there are three pieces..." Lucius picked up a few stone slabs from the tray, and called in a low voice to remind the mysterious person's attention, "...I also found some documents in that ruins, Vecna seems to have In addition to the palm and eyes, after becoming an undead creature, he used his own heart to do the third thing..."