novelslam Chapter 1095 We Are Friends
Chapter 1095 We Are Friends
Chapter 1095 We Are Friends
Ottery St. Catchpole Village,
Not far from William's house, a separate log cabin was built as a temporary wand-making room.
Standing in a room full of discarded magic materials, William took three wands from a chunky old man.
Before leaving for Egypt, he asked Gregorovich to copy some Elder Wands.
At this time, the work was completed, and he began to carefully examine the fakes.
As expected of a man who once held the Elder Wand and studied it for more than ten years—Grigorovich's product must be a boutique.
At least, William used these three wands, which were much more powerful than ordinary wands.
Correspondingly, the feel is not so silky.
This is the difference between Ollivander and Grigovich, two master wandmakers.
The former pursues the unity of the wizard and the wand; the latter pursues the ultimate power.
But for Voldemort, he is now in pursuit of ultimate power.
Therefore, if he has never touched the Elder Wand, when he gets a wand that is obviously more powerful than the yew wand... he will definitely treat it as the real thing.
Even like the first time, you will feel unprecedented stimulation and excitement.
It is a pity that a fake is a fake and cannot replace the real.
William held a wand and released several Avadas to eat big melons in succession, and the inside of the wand began to crack.
Broke.
At this time, you just want to say:
rnm,
Get your money back!
But William was very satisfied with this effect. He just wanted Voldemort to get what he wanted most, but found out at the last second that it turned out...to be jumped by a fairy.
He looked at Gregorovich again, and whispered:
"I also need you to make a magic wand. I provide the materials and you must follow my steps to make it."
He pulled out the elderberry vine and the hippopotamus ivory wand.
Then, he handed over the steps of refining the Elder Wand.
Grigovich didn't pay much attention to the elderberry, which looked ordinary and no different from ordinary elderberries.
The old man's eyes were all attracted by the magic wand of hippo horns.
This wand was full of light and exuded a sharp breath of death. With his years of eyesight, he knew it was good at a glance.
He checked it carefully for a while, and said in shock:
"This wand is an ancient Egyptian craft. I have dug... ahem, and collected several antiques, but none of them can compare to it.
The name of Ramses II is also written on the wand...
Hey, William, are you going to Egypt to rob tombs during this time? ! "
He still remembered the news reports that many wizards died at the alchemy conference held in Egypt.
There are also many goblins missing from Gringotts in Egypt.
That's right!
Sure enough... wherever William went, accidents happened.
You said that you are a little Egypt, and you let William go...why did you mess with him? !
Gregorovich slandered wildly in his heart.
"It's not a tomb robbery, it was accidentally found in Egypt." William smiled.
This wand is the wand of Ramses II, which was finally stolen by Moses. When he left Egypt, he used magic to separate the Red Sea.
Morgan did not know how to get it, and deliberately gave it to the goblin to lure William into the holy lake.
Now this wand, of course, belonged to William.
Its power is beyond doubt.
William was going to use it as the core, and the dead elder as the wood...to make a new wand.
Still follow the steps of the Deathly Hallows, but not made by Grim Reaper.
Don't care if it's a cover, a copycat, or an imitation... At least the autonomy is in your own hands, not in the hands of death.
After hearing William's request, Grigovich had a reckless expression on his face.
"This is a work of art, it is history, and you just destroy it?"
"This is very important to me, Mr. Grigovich." William said seriously.
"Okay..." Grigorovich sighed.
He was saved by William, and he owed his life to the other party, and it was impossible to refuse.
After explaining a few more words, William left the cabin and walked towards the yard.
Walking to the river, he saw Hermione and Anne fighting.
Hermione euphemistically said: Tune in to teach Annie's fighting skills.
Annie claimed: She is experiencing domestic violence, which is the oppression of minors by adults, and she wants her brother to help her.
Well, in fact, the sister-in-law didn't like the sister-in-law, and the sister-in-law also wanted to be the talker of the family... Disagreeing with each other, they started fighting.
Two little girls fight, even the movements are picturesque... This is different from the big mother fighting.
It would be even better if Anne could be replaced with Fleur.
William watched enthusiastically, and applauded from the side, and fanned the flames again, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.
Then, it provoked the two to join forces and attack him together.
Fortunately, William slipped away quickly, only to escape the poisonous hands of the two.
He can only feel that this family can't stay anymore, anyone can bully him.
Especially Hermione, she will only be in the bed!
As they crossed the wooden bridge over the river, William saw Luna.
She was riding a juvenile unicorn under a big oak tree.
She has bare white feet, wears two carrot-like earrings, and carries a ridiculous sunflower with a string of shell wind chimes hanging on it.
"William, good afternoon." Luna greeted confusedly.
"Hello, Luna, long time no see."
"Welcome home, I heard from Annie that you saved Harry from the underworld, how is it?"
"Everything went well, Harry is now at Hogwarts," William said.
Luna hesitated to speak, and looked at William with her strangely blurred eyes:
"Is the underworld interesting? I mean, can you see the dead?"
"They are all under the River Styx." William looked at her and said, "Why, do you have someone you want to meet?"
"Yeah!" Luna said softly, "My mother, she likes to do experiments quite a lot.
One day, one of her spells went horribly wrong and... died.
I was nine years old that year. "
William was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, I..."
"Oh, no apology," Luna said slowly, "I still get sad about it sometimes.
But anyway, that doesn't mean I'll never see Mom again, does it? "
She said in a singing tone:
"Things we lose will come back in some way, even if it's not the way you expected."
William stared at Luna, staring at this young girl who behaved a bit strangely, but was actually quite attractive.
"I'm very interested in the underworld. Can you tell me about your adventure with Hermione?" Luna said softly, "I can write a story for you."
"You can still write books?" William couldn't help laughing.
"Of course, every time Dad gets drunk and doesn't have time to finish the manuscript, I will write for him." Luna raised her head.
"Every time the response from readers, especially the patients at St. Mungo's Hospital."
"..."
The ones I like emotionally are all wizards with mental problems.
William didn't agree or refuse, just smiled:
"Wait until this war is over."
"Okay, we've made an agreement." Luna continued to lie on the unicorn's back, bending over to pick up something.
"What are you doing?" William asked curiously.
"Pick up acorns, I plan to plant them under my window." Luna opened her pocket, and saw a bag full of acorns.
"One day it will grow so I can sit in an armchair under a tree and read stories about you."
William moved on.
Luna looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, wrapped the string of shell wind chimes he gave back then around her head, and tied a wreath for herself.
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William left his house and came to the place where the Death Eaters were "reformed through labor".
Surrounded by mazes, there are countless magical creatures and traps.
It's all for Death Eaters.
Unfortunately, after the Battle of Christmas last year, Voldemort lost too many servants and dared not attack again.
William couldn't catch any fish either.
But enough Death Eaters were caught, enough for him to set up a wizarding version of the "forest of merit".
These Death Eaters are good at doing bad things, and they are unambiguous in their work.
In order to reduce his sentence, he tried his best to perform, and tried his best to infiltrate.
Breeding magical animals, raising magical plants, reporting each other's crimes, exposing those hidden Death Eaters... there is nothing they can't do.
At this moment, Draco Malfoy left the room and walked towards the hillside.
He came over in a daze and stood beside William.
William sat at the stone table, waved his wand, conjured up two wine glasses, raised one and took a sip, then looked at the majestic mountains.
"Draco, as a promise, I let you meet your father.
So, what's your answer? "
Last year, Draco succeeded Malfoy as a Death Eater, and then received orders from Voldemort to kill William and Dumbledore.
William took the opportunity to win over Draco, let him betray Voldemort, fall to the Order of the Phoenix, and become a new spy.
But Draco had been hesitant, hesitant.
William got up and patted him on the shoulder.
"We can hide your mother, in absolute safety, more secure than you can imagine.
Your father is in no danger here... stand on the right path, Draco... you were never a murderer..."
Malfoy looked at William dumbly, trembling all over.
He didn't know how to decide.
He didn't like the Dark Lord.
In that evening, I witnessed what the Dark Lord did to his mother;
I saw my mother let go of all her pride, knelt on the ground, humbled to the core, and begged the Dark Lord to let her go.
Malfoy hated the Dark Lord ever since.
But if he was to be betrayed, he would be loyal to William. Although he didn't resist in his heart, he was also extremely afraid.
In particular, William still has a mission for him to deceive the Dark Lord and lead him into a trap...
But Draco knew that he was now the Malfoy family, the only man who could make decisions.
He must kill the cowardly and spoiled boy in his heart and take on the responsibility of a man.
"But that's the Dark Lord." Draco lowered his head, his eyes blurred with tears, his lips trembled, and he choked softly, sobbing hard.
"He can't be killed..."
"There's no one who can't be killed," William said.
"Power exists in the heart. It is like a floating shadow floating on a wall. Even a weak person can cast a huge shadow under certain circumstances and defeat a terrible enemy."
William took his hawthorn wand from Draco's pocket.
"Made of hawthorn wood and unicorn hair, ten inches, fair elasticity." William twirled the wand with five fingers in his left hand.
Draco looked at William in confusion, how could he know the material and size of his wand.
William explained softly:
"Back then, I went to buy a wand from Mr. Ollivander, and he let me try this wand."
"The hawthorn wand is a wand of contradictions, like the tree itself that gave birth to this paradoxical quality, its leaves and flowers can be healing, and the smell of its branches can be deadly..."
"Ollivander also told me that this wand would be favored by wizards going through their own period of confusion."
"So, I hope you can find your true self, not next year, not tomorrow, but now."
William stared at Draco:
"Continue to be Voldemort's servant, and the Malfoy family will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memories of you will disappear."
"Come to me, you will be reunited with your family, and you will continue to live a good life.
Draco, you want to kill Voldemort too, go back to school, go back to Slytherin after this summer is over, right? "
Draco cried for a long time, and finally knelt at William's feet as if kneeling to Voldemort, wanting to kiss his shoes.
"I... my Malfoy family, I am willing to be loyal to you!"
William stretched out his hand to support Draco's shoulder, let him sit on the chair, then picked up the wine glass and said with a smile:
"What allegiance, we're friends, Draco, aren't we?
It was already that summer when we first met. "
"friend……"
Draco repeated this somewhat warm word, he half cried, half smiled, raised his head and raised his glass, mumbled and poured it all into his stomach.
"Yeah, we're friends!"
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(End of this chapter)