Chapter 155 Sirius' Chapter Letter
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
Harry seemed less calm than the previous three. He stroked his wand, which he almost never cleaned, and wiped it on the hem of his clothes vaguely.
When Harry handed Ollivander his wand, the old man's pale eyes almost popped out, "Yes, yes..."
Ollivander looked at Harry for a while, and stroked and looked at the wand in his hand very preciously for a while.
"I still remember it very clearly. Three years ago, ah, before Hogwarts started school, you came to me and took this wand away. You are a very unique guest..."
Ollivander's eyes seem to pass through time. No one knows his age, but the thick memories make people feel like flipping through a heavy book.
"It's the wand that chooses the wizard... At that time, there were quite a few wands that passed your hand, but they all seemed quite determined... You were not their master. Until he appeared, holly, phoenix tail feather, eleven inches, he was more I resolutely chose you..."
"It's just like yesterday," Harry added, causing Ollivander to look up at him with pale eyes.
"That's right, it's really like yesterday."
After a bit of fiddling, Ollivander finally made Harry's wand spout a puff of wine, complimented him on being in good shape, and Harry finally stepped back in relief.
"The next one is...Mr. Hall..." When Ollivander pronounced Eli's surname, he seemed quite hesitant.
Eli went up, pulled out the slender pale wand from the wand case, and handed it to Ollivander.
Ollivander stared at the wand quickly, and then moved away as if he had been scalded.
Ollivander's complexion was not very good, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious. He didn't even take the wand immediately like before.
"Sir?" Eli called out, a little worried that the old man would not be able to recover for a while.
Everyone in the room looked over. They all looked at Ollivander strangely or worriedly, but they didn't notice that it was because of the wand in Eli's hand.
Only Dumbledore stared motionlessly at the wand in Eli's hand, his face full of thought.
"It's really rude..." Ollivander looked at the wand again, and took it slowly.
He held his wand away, "yew... thestral tail feathers... thirteen and a half inches...", his eyes fluttering.
"How could there be such a weird wand?" Fleur muttered in a very low voice.
"The last wizard with such a conspicuous wand...", Ollivander's words stopped abruptly, he was worried that this sentence would cause panic among the professors and officials present.
Gently waving the wand, a stream of water gushed out of the wand, which looked no different from ordinary wands.
"The condition is very good", after saying a word, Ollivander returned the wand to Eli, as if he couldn't wait.
This wand has almost all the ominous connotations.Yew, a wandwood with a uniquely dark reputation in the field of dark arts and curses.
Thestral tail feathers, thestrals are very special animals, only those who have seen death can see them.
Thirteen and one-half inch. Thirteen is a very unlucky number in the UK. It is said that in the UK, many theaters will deliberately avoid the number [-], such as "thirteen rows" and "thirteen columns".
In the painting "The Last Supper", among the thirteen people, the first person to stand up will die first, and thirteen symbolizes death.
Thirteen and one-half, how could it not mean beyond death?
Eli took the wand, without showing any special expression, and returned to the team of warriors.
After using it for so long, he didn't feel that anything strange happened. To say something special, that is, when absorbing the soul, the wand would automatically purify the soul.
Besides, it was the most handy wand he had ever used.
"Since the task has been completed, you might as well go directly to the auditorium for dinner, anyway, get out of class is about to end," Dumbledore said in greeting.
A group of people were about to leave, and Harry and Eli didn't even think about going back to class.
"Take a picture, everyone!" Ludo suddenly called out loudly, and then a man holding a camera was eagerly standing beside him.
"Let's take a group photo," Ludo said with a smile.
Everyone stopped again.
"I can get some more singles later." Rita's eyes lingered on the five warriors.
There was a small problem during the group photo, that is, Mrs. Maxim is too tall. Even if the cameraman retreated outside the house, it would be difficult to take pictures of everyone while ensuring that Mrs. Maxim was in the mirror normally. clear.
Finally, Madame Maxime had to sit down.
Several warriors stood in the most conspicuous place. Unexpectedly, Krum seemed to be a little resistant to these, and he kept shrinking back.
According to the cameraman's suggestion, they made Furong stand in the middle, the most conspicuous, and easy to see at a glance.
After tossing for a while, when Eli and Harry were about to go to the auditorium, they seemed to have already finished their classes.
Towards evening, Eli and Harry received a letter from Sirius at the same time.
They came to an empty classroom together. The library was still open, but because of Mrs. Pince's presence, they were afraid to go.
"He told us to wait by the fire in Gryffindor Tower at one o'clock in the morning? We really have to figure out how to let you into Gryffindor Tower at that time, and make sure no one can see it"
Although Harry was a bit embarrassed by Sirius' request, being able to talk face-to-face with Sirius was the only expectation during this time.
"Actually, it's not that troublesome. Didn't he say that, as long as any one of us is present, if I can't come, you have to remember his words well"
Naturally, Sirius couldn't give two people in Gryffindor and Slytherin two houses to use magic to talk at the same time.
Not to mention the difficulty of magic, Sirius is not necessarily clear about the structure of Slytherin.
Slytherin pays great attention to private space, maybe there is some weird guardian magic.
"I really wish you had been sorted into Gryffindor," Harry sighed.
I don't know what happened during this time, Ron saw that he was always dodging, and there was a lot less talking between the two of them.
It's like... like a stranger.
"I wish the Sorting Hat got it wrong"
"Sometimes, you can't expect too much, can you?" Eli looked at Harry, and then at the lonely night sky outside, "It's really hard to do whatever you want."
When Harry handed Ollivander his wand, the old man's pale eyes almost popped out, "Yes, yes..."
Ollivander looked at Harry for a while, and stroked and looked at the wand in his hand very preciously for a while.
"I still remember it very clearly. Three years ago, ah, before Hogwarts started school, you came to me and took this wand away. You are a very unique guest..."
Ollivander's eyes seem to pass through time. No one knows his age, but the thick memories make people feel like flipping through a heavy book.
"It's the wand that chooses the wizard... At that time, there were quite a few wands that passed your hand, but they all seemed quite determined... You were not their master. Until he appeared, holly, phoenix tail feather, eleven inches, he was more I resolutely chose you..."
"It's just like yesterday," Harry added, causing Ollivander to look up at him with pale eyes.
"That's right, it's really like yesterday."
After a bit of fiddling, Ollivander finally made Harry's wand spout a puff of wine, complimented him on being in good shape, and Harry finally stepped back in relief.
"The next one is...Mr. Hall..." When Ollivander pronounced Eli's surname, he seemed quite hesitant.
Eli went up, pulled out the slender pale wand from the wand case, and handed it to Ollivander.
Ollivander stared at the wand quickly, and then moved away as if he had been scalded.
Ollivander's complexion was not very good, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious. He didn't even take the wand immediately like before.
"Sir?" Eli called out, a little worried that the old man would not be able to recover for a while.
Everyone in the room looked over. They all looked at Ollivander strangely or worriedly, but they didn't notice that it was because of the wand in Eli's hand.
Only Dumbledore stared motionlessly at the wand in Eli's hand, his face full of thought.
"It's really rude..." Ollivander looked at the wand again, and took it slowly.
He held his wand away, "yew... thestral tail feathers... thirteen and a half inches...", his eyes fluttering.
"How could there be such a weird wand?" Fleur muttered in a very low voice.
"The last wizard with such a conspicuous wand...", Ollivander's words stopped abruptly, he was worried that this sentence would cause panic among the professors and officials present.
Gently waving the wand, a stream of water gushed out of the wand, which looked no different from ordinary wands.
"The condition is very good", after saying a word, Ollivander returned the wand to Eli, as if he couldn't wait.
This wand has almost all the ominous connotations.Yew, a wandwood with a uniquely dark reputation in the field of dark arts and curses.
Thestral tail feathers, thestrals are very special animals, only those who have seen death can see them.
Thirteen and one-half inch. Thirteen is a very unlucky number in the UK. It is said that in the UK, many theaters will deliberately avoid the number [-], such as "thirteen rows" and "thirteen columns".
In the painting "The Last Supper", among the thirteen people, the first person to stand up will die first, and thirteen symbolizes death.
Thirteen and one-half, how could it not mean beyond death?
Eli took the wand, without showing any special expression, and returned to the team of warriors.
After using it for so long, he didn't feel that anything strange happened. To say something special, that is, when absorbing the soul, the wand would automatically purify the soul.
Besides, it was the most handy wand he had ever used.
"Since the task has been completed, you might as well go directly to the auditorium for dinner, anyway, get out of class is about to end," Dumbledore said in greeting.
A group of people were about to leave, and Harry and Eli didn't even think about going back to class.
"Take a picture, everyone!" Ludo suddenly called out loudly, and then a man holding a camera was eagerly standing beside him.
"Let's take a group photo," Ludo said with a smile.
Everyone stopped again.
"I can get some more singles later." Rita's eyes lingered on the five warriors.
There was a small problem during the group photo, that is, Mrs. Maxim is too tall. Even if the cameraman retreated outside the house, it would be difficult to take pictures of everyone while ensuring that Mrs. Maxim was in the mirror normally. clear.
Finally, Madame Maxime had to sit down.
Several warriors stood in the most conspicuous place. Unexpectedly, Krum seemed to be a little resistant to these, and he kept shrinking back.
According to the cameraman's suggestion, they made Furong stand in the middle, the most conspicuous, and easy to see at a glance.
After tossing for a while, when Eli and Harry were about to go to the auditorium, they seemed to have already finished their classes.
Towards evening, Eli and Harry received a letter from Sirius at the same time.
They came to an empty classroom together. The library was still open, but because of Mrs. Pince's presence, they were afraid to go.
"He told us to wait by the fire in Gryffindor Tower at one o'clock in the morning? We really have to figure out how to let you into Gryffindor Tower at that time, and make sure no one can see it"
Although Harry was a bit embarrassed by Sirius' request, being able to talk face-to-face with Sirius was the only expectation during this time.
"Actually, it's not that troublesome. Didn't he say that, as long as any one of us is present, if I can't come, you have to remember his words well"
Naturally, Sirius couldn't give two people in Gryffindor and Slytherin two houses to use magic to talk at the same time.
Not to mention the difficulty of magic, Sirius is not necessarily clear about the structure of Slytherin.
Slytherin pays great attention to private space, maybe there is some weird guardian magic.
"I really wish you had been sorted into Gryffindor," Harry sighed.
I don't know what happened during this time, Ron saw that he was always dodging, and there was a lot less talking between the two of them.
It's like... like a stranger.
"I wish the Sorting Hat got it wrong"
"Sometimes, you can't expect too much, can you?" Eli looked at Harry, and then at the lonely night sky outside, "It's really hard to do whatever you want."
