Chapter 290 Death Wand
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 290 Death Wand
Morgan glanced at Schelling with some strange eyes, and then continued: "Although the Thestral wand was also very rare in our era, it is not like it is today. Basically, not many people can recognize it."
As if worrying that Schelling and Voldemort would not understand what she meant, Morgan explained further: "In that era, Hogwarts had just been established, and the traditional master-apprentice system was the mainstream of the wizarding world. In that era, there was no such mess as you who classified magic into charms, transfiguration, and herbalism. Magic is magic. At most, there are only genres, and there are no so-called disciplines."
Schelling actually understood what she said about the genre. He already knew this information from the historical documents collected by the major families and Ravenclaw.
The so-called schools of magic do not refer to specialization or intensive research in different fields of magic, or a classification method that uses different spellcasting systems.This classification method is actually more similar to the religious beliefs of Muggles. For example, the Druids believe in the power of "nature". All the magic they study, whether it is spells, spells, creation (that is, alchemy), or divination, tends to the direction of natural power.
As for whether Voldemort knew this in advance, Schelling preferred that he did not know.
A half-blood wizard who was born in a Muggle orphanage, said to be 68 years old, but in fact spent 13 years in a state of remnant soul that was still alive and dead, and his life before that was not busy forming party members, or pursuing black magic. It is no wonder that he would have time to slowly savor the history of wizards.
This is the difference between the nouveau riche and the traditional aristocrats, after all, the inheritance of the latter lies there.
Voldemort was able to get to this point, it has to be said that he is indeed an amazing talent.
"Among the many schools, there are only a few schools that can be called the first echelon, and the Thestral wand comes from one of these schools—the death school. The death school is keen on pursuing the power of 'death'. They study the end of life and pursue the power to bring the dead back to life. Thestrals, a species that represents death, are their representative totem..."
"In the thirteenth century, the inheritance of the Grim Reaper genre officially flowed into the hands of the Peverell family, and Antioch, a clever little guy, actually succeeded in making the legendary Grim Reaper's Wand out of his ancestors. Although the wand in your hand does not match the Grim Reaper's Wand in my memory, no matter in appearance or length, it gave me a very familiar feeling..."
"Because of some reasons in the past, I have had some intersections with the Peverell family, so I am very confident about this, and my feeling will never be wrong-I can be sure that the wand in your hand, even if it is not the real death wand, it is inseparable from it."
"The Death Wand you're talking about..." Schelling keenly grasped the key word, and he pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Is it the Elder Wand?"
"Hahaha..." Morgan laughed, "The Elder Wand is just a name given to it by the wand makers who didn't know the so-called "elder" on the body of the wand. In fact, the power of the Wand of Death is far from the simple combination of the body of the elder wood and the core of the Thestral tail feather.
"What I want to say is actually..." Morgan's eyes flickered slightly, with a trace of greed flickering in between, "The wand in your hand has evolved—"
"The talent in my blood can be clearly sensed," Morgan said softly, "The core of your wand—the tail feather of the Thestral has successfully evolved into its ancient ancestor—the Night Corpse Dragon, one of the five ancient dragons..."
"You probably don't understand what this means?" Morgan said with a playful smile, "This shows that the owner of this wand must have used extremely powerful and profound black magic, and an unshakable killing intent has already appeared in his heart—you made up your mind at that time to kill someone yourself, right?"
"If I'm not wrong, that person is my poor subordinate - Barty Crouch Jr. as a double agent. He has died in your hands, you say, am I right?"
Xie Lin pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
Morgan didn't take it seriously either, and continued: "If you don't tell me, I will take it as acquiescence. Seriously——"
"If you kill that person, you can kill him. I don't care—" Morgan said indifferently: "When he swore to serve me with his life, he should have expected such a day."
"It doesn't matter whether you guessed right or not," Xie Lin said with a sneer, "Just because I have killed people cruelly, and because my wand has achieved what you call evolution, you conclude that I will be with you all, and I will be a dark wizard—can I say that, you are a little overconfident?"
"You don't understand," Morgan said, shaking his head lightly, "It is not a simple matter to evolve a wand. Even the most powerful magister in the world holds a wand to cast spells day and night, but there is no guarantee that the wand will evolve. Otherwise, if you think about it, you are not the only one who has been amazing and brilliant wizards for more than 1000 years, but how can no one do it, so that the evolution theory of the wand can only be reduced to legend?"
"You can do this," Morgan said, staring straight at Schelling. "It only shows that you are very compatible with this wand, and even have an unexplainable bond between you and the wand——and then, under the urging of your black magic, it broke through that threshold in one fell swoop and successfully evolved..."
"Thestrals represent death, darkness, and even misfortune," Morgan said slowly, her face was extremely serious and serious at the moment, "You can match the Thestral wand, just for this alone, you are doomed to be the fate of a dark lord who stirs up the wind and clouds and shocks the world—fate chose you, and you—no, no, choose, choose!"
"Tsk tsk," the corners of Xie Lin's mouth curled up slightly. He seemed to have intercepted a very important piece of information from the conversation just now, "Whether I am destined to be the Dark Lord, I don't know, but what I do know is——I rejected your proposal."
"I am who I am, and what kind of person I will become is up to me—" Xie Lin said in an extremely firm tone: "I will not join you."
"My ambitions and ideals have never been on the same path as you—" Xie Lin's eyes gradually became sharper, "My future must be created by myself!"
"If you got Meredith's memory, you should have known my answer!"
(End of this chapter)
Morgan glanced at Schelling with some strange eyes, and then continued: "Although the Thestral wand was also very rare in our era, it is not like it is today. Basically, not many people can recognize it."
As if worrying that Schelling and Voldemort would not understand what she meant, Morgan explained further: "In that era, Hogwarts had just been established, and the traditional master-apprentice system was the mainstream of the wizarding world. In that era, there was no such mess as you who classified magic into charms, transfiguration, and herbalism. Magic is magic. At most, there are only genres, and there are no so-called disciplines."
Schelling actually understood what she said about the genre. He already knew this information from the historical documents collected by the major families and Ravenclaw.
The so-called schools of magic do not refer to specialization or intensive research in different fields of magic, or a classification method that uses different spellcasting systems.This classification method is actually more similar to the religious beliefs of Muggles. For example, the Druids believe in the power of "nature". All the magic they study, whether it is spells, spells, creation (that is, alchemy), or divination, tends to the direction of natural power.
As for whether Voldemort knew this in advance, Schelling preferred that he did not know.
A half-blood wizard who was born in a Muggle orphanage, said to be 68 years old, but in fact spent 13 years in a state of remnant soul that was still alive and dead, and his life before that was not busy forming party members, or pursuing black magic. It is no wonder that he would have time to slowly savor the history of wizards.
This is the difference between the nouveau riche and the traditional aristocrats, after all, the inheritance of the latter lies there.
Voldemort was able to get to this point, it has to be said that he is indeed an amazing talent.
"Among the many schools, there are only a few schools that can be called the first echelon, and the Thestral wand comes from one of these schools—the death school. The death school is keen on pursuing the power of 'death'. They study the end of life and pursue the power to bring the dead back to life. Thestrals, a species that represents death, are their representative totem..."
"In the thirteenth century, the inheritance of the Grim Reaper genre officially flowed into the hands of the Peverell family, and Antioch, a clever little guy, actually succeeded in making the legendary Grim Reaper's Wand out of his ancestors. Although the wand in your hand does not match the Grim Reaper's Wand in my memory, no matter in appearance or length, it gave me a very familiar feeling..."
"Because of some reasons in the past, I have had some intersections with the Peverell family, so I am very confident about this, and my feeling will never be wrong-I can be sure that the wand in your hand, even if it is not the real death wand, it is inseparable from it."
"The Death Wand you're talking about..." Schelling keenly grasped the key word, and he pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Is it the Elder Wand?"
"Hahaha..." Morgan laughed, "The Elder Wand is just a name given to it by the wand makers who didn't know the so-called "elder" on the body of the wand. In fact, the power of the Wand of Death is far from the simple combination of the body of the elder wood and the core of the Thestral tail feather.
"What I want to say is actually..." Morgan's eyes flickered slightly, with a trace of greed flickering in between, "The wand in your hand has evolved—"
"The talent in my blood can be clearly sensed," Morgan said softly, "The core of your wand—the tail feather of the Thestral has successfully evolved into its ancient ancestor—the Night Corpse Dragon, one of the five ancient dragons..."
"You probably don't understand what this means?" Morgan said with a playful smile, "This shows that the owner of this wand must have used extremely powerful and profound black magic, and an unshakable killing intent has already appeared in his heart—you made up your mind at that time to kill someone yourself, right?"
"If I'm not wrong, that person is my poor subordinate - Barty Crouch Jr. as a double agent. He has died in your hands, you say, am I right?"
Xie Lin pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
Morgan didn't take it seriously either, and continued: "If you don't tell me, I will take it as acquiescence. Seriously——"
"If you kill that person, you can kill him. I don't care—" Morgan said indifferently: "When he swore to serve me with his life, he should have expected such a day."
"It doesn't matter whether you guessed right or not," Xie Lin said with a sneer, "Just because I have killed people cruelly, and because my wand has achieved what you call evolution, you conclude that I will be with you all, and I will be a dark wizard—can I say that, you are a little overconfident?"
"You don't understand," Morgan said, shaking his head lightly, "It is not a simple matter to evolve a wand. Even the most powerful magister in the world holds a wand to cast spells day and night, but there is no guarantee that the wand will evolve. Otherwise, if you think about it, you are not the only one who has been amazing and brilliant wizards for more than 1000 years, but how can no one do it, so that the evolution theory of the wand can only be reduced to legend?"
"You can do this," Morgan said, staring straight at Schelling. "It only shows that you are very compatible with this wand, and even have an unexplainable bond between you and the wand——and then, under the urging of your black magic, it broke through that threshold in one fell swoop and successfully evolved..."
"Thestrals represent death, darkness, and even misfortune," Morgan said slowly, her face was extremely serious and serious at the moment, "You can match the Thestral wand, just for this alone, you are doomed to be the fate of a dark lord who stirs up the wind and clouds and shocks the world—fate chose you, and you—no, no, choose, choose!"
"Tsk tsk," the corners of Xie Lin's mouth curled up slightly. He seemed to have intercepted a very important piece of information from the conversation just now, "Whether I am destined to be the Dark Lord, I don't know, but what I do know is——I rejected your proposal."
"I am who I am, and what kind of person I will become is up to me—" Xie Lin said in an extremely firm tone: "I will not join you."
"My ambitions and ideals have never been on the same path as you—" Xie Lin's eyes gradually became sharper, "My future must be created by myself!"
"If you got Meredith's memory, you should have known my answer!"
(End of this chapter)
