Chapter 1115 Of Course You Can Take Care of that Child

On the wand-making table, a tape measure with silver characters on a black background shook at Gregorovich's fingertips. The tape automatically stretched out and flew around Dumbledore. Gregorovich wrote down the corresponding data on the parchment.

"Dumbledore, since you last helped me fight off that man's Death Eaters, Germany seems to be quite peaceful... Do you think they will come to me again?" After a rustling sound, he temporarily put away his quill. The wand maker asked, "These thugs seem to have robbed the wealth of several pure-blood families abroad... Were the mysterious people forced into a hurry? I don't think they will find much in the ancestral homes of those families. Thing… Gringotts is where they should go.”

Dumbledore opened his arms and let the tape measure measure his arm length. "Tom was very anxious. He found that he had an opponent that he could not defeat at all, but he was unwilling to admit it and was not willing to do so, so in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit soldiers, he The more important thing is to try to strengthen your own abilities, so until the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, you will not be safe here."

"Speaking of the whereabouts of the Elder Wand... This is the most unemotional, calm and cruel wand... He constantly lures his master into fighting, but he is not loyal to any one person. It does not have a long-term master, and It will continue to cause fights..." Gregorovich approached Dumbledore, "Now it has disappeared from your hands, which confirms this statement... Dumbledore, please forgive me, I am really curious... Dumbledore, who in the world can take the Elder Wand from your hands?" Gregovich quietly looked at Dumbledore's expression, "Is it Alan Harris?"

"Oh? Why do you think it's him?" Dumbledore looked very surprised, "Gregovich, why do you think it's him?"

"The mysterious man wants to find me to get information about the Elder Wand, so he naturally doesn't know that the Elder Wand was once in your hand...and that you have lost it...The only powerful wizard in the world is Alan Harris. It's possible." Gregorovich pulled out a brand new piece of parchment with his rough, slender fingers, "And you have lost it now... Then the most powerful wizards in the world are only the three of you..." Grigovich Ligovic looked at Dumbledore's expression, "But it doesn't seem like it's him from your expression? Could it be that... it was stolen? It's a pity that the Elder Wand must be defeated before it changes hands. If he If you don’t know this, it seems that you will have to wait a few more decades for you to meet Merlin before you can exert its power."

Dumbledore sighed: "The Elder Wand was taken away by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters when I happened to be... poisoned and unable to resist, but at that time the other wizard put the wand in my hand and I used Expelliarmus once...so unfortunately, the other party seems to fully understand the secret behind it."

"It is estimated that he is a pure blood with some background... at least he should be a mixed blood... Muggles don't know this." Gregovich nodded, "So, Dumbledore, do you think it will be Alan Harris? ?"

"To be honest, I had doubts... Since those two people were fake Death Eaters, they didn't take the opportunity to kill me... If the whole thing was a trap, it was indeed Allen's style and his treatment of me. Attitude... But Gregorovitch, I think you should have noticed from the TV that he has completely got rid of his dependence on the wand..." Dumbledore shook his head, "You seem to be extra interested in him today?"

"The Umbrella Company just gave me an invitation letter, inviting me to live and open a store in the floating city." Grigovic pointed to the letter he had received before, "I want to know more about him from you. That’s all.”

"Oh? I invited you too..." Dumbledore frowned and pondered for a moment, "If you are willing to go to Hogwarts, your safety will indeed not be a problem, but what are your thoughts now?"

"I haven't thought much about safety issues... But Dumbledore, I'm old..." Gregorovitch forced a smile bitterly, "I have been making wands for a lifetime and now it's a bit difficult. I just noticed that the wand that can The accessibility of the core... seems to be helping me continue my career.”

"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a good thing... Students from Durmstrang should travel more to the floating city to buy wands from you during the holidays... Ollivander will also be very happy to have a colleague to communicate with him up close. Competitive." Dumbledore heard what the other person was thinking and blessed him, "Speaking of which, he recently learned a skill from Alan and started using metal to make wands."

"That's why I want to go over and see it..." Gregorovitch responded excitedly, and found that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to be very interested in the wands in a row of cabinets, knowing that the other party did not want to say more. Grigovitch turned around and opened a cabinet door. The wand maker pulled out a large box, which contained various types of wood labeled with labels. He selected three pieces of wood and pulled them out.

"Ollivander is obsessed with 'the wand chooses the wizard', but that's not the case for me... It doesn't matter that most mediocre or new wizards choose the ones in my box... For a talented wizard like you, I think tailor-made ones are better. Use your potential... I remember you have a phoenix, so use the tail feathers of this magical animal that is closely related to you as the core of your wand." Gregorovich used his wand to direct a water basin to float over. He pointed at the water basin beside the basin. Soap, "But before you test these three pieces of wood, Dumbledore, please wash your hands. You just ate too many cakes with your hands while watching TV..."

Back at the Monte family mansion, Voldemort's thick leather boots stepped on the scarlet viscous liquid on the ground, and the splashed blood slipped from his leather boots.

In the room, the flowing blood slowly solidified and began to turn black. Only the pungent smell of blood continued to spread, and a cold hiss sounded. Behind Voldemort, Nagini's undulating body circled around those The corpses lay scattered across the floor, leaving a winding, wide trail of blood on the floor. Judging from the human figure in its belly, it had already had a full meal.

Gregor Monte, the heir to the Monte family, was not like his distant relatives who died in this conference room. He was still alive and well, and huddled in the corner, trembling and staring at the Dark Lord in front of him, who was getting closer and closer to him. Coming closer.

There was a sinister and twisted smile on Voldemort's snake-like pale face. His scarlet eyes, with pupils like slits, looked at the boy lying on the ground like mud. On his slender palms, he held a soft-cushioned child. Afterwards, the dry human eyes were covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic words.

"Very well, dear Gregor, you did not lie... I saw the truth looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the Eye of Vecna ​​I am looking for." Voldemort used it to possess him. The head with a flat profile looked close to the young man on the ground, "You know how to understand current affairs better than your stupid relatives..."

"The most... most noble Dark Lord, please spare my life... I... I am still useful. Most of the wealth of the Monte family is placed in Gringotts. As the only heir, I need to take them out." Rigor was frightened and had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Now that the Dark Lord had found what he wanted, he might be able to let him go. Now he couldn't wait to return to Durmstrang and his father's protection. Down.

Voldemort's cold eyes turned on Gregor's face several times: "Lucius?"

"Master, the wealth we have stolen recently is enough for the time being... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose a better target..." Lucius lowered his head and walked forward quickly, his cold gray-blue eyes expressionless. Looking down at Gregor who was paralyzed on the ground, UU Readingｗwｗ.ｕｕｕｕｕ It is true that our elders cannot get any gold before they die...Master, there is no need for us to delay for this..."

Gregor was so frightened that he could not even cry out for mercy, but Lucius made no movement after he finished speaking. He raised his head slightly and looked sideways at Voldemort, trying to read his master's attitude from his expression, but But he saw that his cold mouth had stopped moving, and his slender fingers were pressed on his arm. He checked the message carefully, seemingly not paying attention to his thoughtful reply - the hostility and discord between the Monte family and the Harris family. He was fully aware of the friendly relationship. Seeing the opportunity at this time, Lucius took advantage of the situation and pushed the Monte family towards destruction.

A low hiss sounded, making all the Death Eaters present shiver. The giant snake at Voldemort's feet leaned out and raised its body vertically. Its body was as thick as a human thigh, and its eyes were unblinking. , the pupils are vertical.

"Nagini? Well, since Bella has just finished... Of course you can take care of that child..." Voldemort looked down at the giant snake that was getting higher and higher. The snake put its body on Voldemort's shoulders. , Voldemort caressed the giant snake carelessly with his slender fingers, and looked at the trembling Gregor beside him, "Gregor Monte, since you know who I am, you want to live. , then, let’s play a game.”

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