Chapter 240 Sirius' Wand

? Successfully found the house deed, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, and everyone did not touch those obviously dangerous black magic items and other bizarre collectibles. ≯ Net

Under the leadership of Griphook, they returned the same way.

After another half an hour, the car finally returned to the ground after running wildly.

Breathing in the fresh air, looking at the familiar buildings on Diagon Alley and Professor Lupin who greeted him with a smile, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione all had a feeling of being reborn and returning to the world. Although I did not see the wealth of the Black family as expected, the location of the vault and the countless secrets deep under Gringotts are exciting enough.

The three of them and Lupin discussed what they had seen and heard in the depths of the ground, the fire dragon chained by the iron chain, the island in the rolling lava, the vault of the pure blood wizard family thousands of years ago, and so on.

I am most interested in the vault with the number one and the Slater family emblem.

He was sure there was absolutely no connection between the decoration on the vault door and the odd decoration on the Slytherin locket in his arms.

One more point, about the secret treasure key left by the Big Four.

Ai Wen once speculated on the few hints about the location of the key.

From the literal meaning, since Gryffindor's treasure key is kept in the centaur tribe, then Slytherin's key is likely to be hidden in Gringotts by the goblins, in the mysterious vault that I just saw. in.

Now the question is how to determine this and get the key out? !

It's impossible to ask the goblin, and it's even more deadly to break into Gringotts directly.

Ivan thought for a while, if Slytherin's treasure key is really in Gringotts, he still has to start with the vampire girl named Elaine and his family.

Even vampires are descended from the Slytherin family.

Like Voldemort, they were both legitimate heirs to that vault by blood.

When Ivan was thinking about this, Lupin told Harry and Hermione about the magic that the goblin arranged in Gringotts, and the weakness of the fire dragon that everyone just saw.

Sirius followed, not participating in the conversation.

He didn't look too happy, whether it was because of the wildly bumpy cart or the empty vault.

He stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry and Hermione quickly noticed the situation, and they exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with concern, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Hermione nudged Ai Wen lightly, motioning him to look back at Sirius.

Ai Wen turned his head back in surprise, he could completely understand how Sirius looked like now.

Although he didn't care about those treasures and gold, after all, it was the wealth accumulated by the Black family over the centuries, passed down from generation to generation, and now all of them became the property of other families.

Whoever encounters this kind of thing will be unhappy.

Especially since it was Sirius' mother who distributed these properties, she would rather trust his two cousins ​​than leave something for her own son.

If Ai Wen encounters this kind of thing himself, he must die of sadness.

"Sirius..." Harry exclaimed worriedly.

"I'm fine, just remembering some unpleasant past!" Sirius took a deep breath of cold air, regained his strength, and participated in their conversation, "Remus was right, the fire dragon's weakness is in the eyes, it can be Hit that spot with an eye spell or other spell to make them retreat with pain. In addition, each fire dragon has a particularly fragile scale, if you want to slay the dragon..."

As they walked, Sirius seemed to be fully recovered.

Before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, everyone decided to check out 36 Diagon Alley.

They left the main road and turned into a narrow, backlit street with snow that had not been cleared for a long time and was deep enough to reach the knees.

The streets were very desolate, and all the shops were closed.

Only a small and broken shop was open, and an old wizard with two big light-colored eyes was sweeping the snow in front of the shop. The gold sign above his head had peeled off, and it read: Olifane Germany, has been making fine wands since 382 BC.

Ai Wen was very surprised to see Mr. Ollivander.

He was the same as the last time he saw it, without the slightest change.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander!" Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"Good afternoon, everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Ollivander raised his head, his pale pupils swept across the faces of the five people, staying on Ai Wen and Harry for the longest time, and finally fell to the little one. On Sirius, "Sirius Black, I'm so glad to see you again. It's been more than 20 years since the last time I met, I thought I didn't have this chance..."

"Oh, yes, I thought I had no chance to go back to Diagon Alley." Sirius said happily, "You have seen the recent reports, with the help of these three children, I have been proved innocent."

"Of course, of course!" Ollivander said happily. "Tokyoki, twelve inches long, is good at using shape-shifting magic, right?"

"Yes, but that wand was broken when I was caught by the Ministry of Magic twelve years ago." Sirius pulled the wand out, regretfully saying, "It was a good wand, I Now this one is not as easy to use as the previous one."

"Of course not, it's resisting your power!" Ollivander came over and said softly, "This wand doesn't belong to you, I don't know where you got it. It's mine. Grandpa's work, very old craftsmanship, elm wood and dragon nerves, a bit tough, materials on dragons were very rare in those days, only the wealthiest pure blood wizarding families could afford to buy..."

Ollivander took the wand from Sirius and observed it carefully, telling the quality and history of the wand, as if appreciating a work of art.

"Mr. Ollivander?!"

"Oh, yes!" Ollivander returned the wand in his hand to Sirius, "this wand is great, but it's not for you! If you can, I suggest you come to my shop and choose another wand ."

"I don't think this is necessary. I'm no longer a little wizard who has just grown up. I can master any wand." Sirius said conceitedly.

"That's a shame!" Ollivander continued. "You know, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, and using someone else's wand will affect your own power."

"Mr. Ollivander is right, you really should change a wand." Ivan persuaded, he knew the importance of wands to wizards.

For wizards, using other people's wands will be extremely uncomfortable, affecting the power of the spell and the transmission of magic power. A powerful wand can even resist the user's will.

In the original book, Voldemort was for this reason, the Elder Wand in his hand resisted the use of the Killing Curse on its real owner, Harry, and finally died inexplicably.

Because of this, Sirius has been running away in the original book, and it is impossible to choose a wand of his own. He must be using this wand belonging to one of his ancestors as he is now.

When he duel with Bellatrix, because of the wand, he couldn't use his true strength, and he was defeated and lost his life.

Yes, in order to deal with the dangers that will be faced in the future, it is very necessary to change a magic wand.

"Sirius, since both Mr. Ollivander and Evan said so, you're going to change a wand..." Harry said with concern.

"No need, I can control this wand!" Sirius replied stubbornly.

"It's only temporary, and it will affect you more and more over time." Ollivander said softly, "The core of this wand is the nerve of the dragon, you know, the dragon is a force Strong creatures, they don't obey at will..."

Hearing Ollivander's words, Harry hurriedly shouted, "Sirius!"

"Okay, okay, I can come back later when I have time!" Sirius put his arms around Harry's shoulders and said in a soft tone, "Don't you guys remember? We're going to the store now, I have to go to the hospital to see the Weasley boy in a while, so I can't waste time here."

"It won't take long, we can wait for you in the shop." Ivan pointed to a very dilapidated house not far from the wand shop and said, "I saw the number, it's No. 36 Diagon Alley!" (To be continued.) 8