Chapter 293
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 293
"Hey hey hey——" Xie Lin's laughter sounded out of time, and anyone could hear it. The laughter was full of ridicule, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to him.
"I really can't believe it—" Xie Lin opened his mouth to make a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, but he didn't try to hide the contempt and disdain in the corners of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, what have I witnessed?"
"Are you meeting like-minded partners and planning to form a big alliance of villains?" Xie Lin laughed and said, "Could this be the legendary combination of 'beauty and basilisk'? Oh, sorry - I forgot about the Pirate King for a while. Maybe it's more appropriate for you to be called 'the trio of demons and monsters'?"
"Even Lord Voldemort, who has shaken Great Britain for more than ten years, knows how to let go of his dignity, protect himself wisely, and judge the situation. In comparison, you are still so young, and you still have a long-term future—" Morgan said with a sweet smile: "Don't you stop thinking about it, join us, and seek the way of common prosperity with us?"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid your method won't work for me. To be inferior is to be inferior, and there is no need to use fancy words of 'seeking common prosperity' to cover it up. I am not as naive and cute as Lord Voldemort—" Sherin said to himself, ignoring Voldemort's livid face, "Speaking of which, do you know that your overly enthusiastic solicitation has already exposed your true intentions."
"There may be something about valuing talents and cherishing talents, but I don't believe that is your real purpose behind it. You have said so much, you are nothing more than—" Xie Lin put away his hippie smile and put on a serious expression, a shrewd look flashed in his eyes, "You just want to get me to appease the soul of Meredith in you."
The corners of Morgan's originally raised lips were instantly smoothed away. She couldn't laugh anymore when she heard Xie Lin's words. She began to look at Xie Lin seriously, and said softly: "It seems that you have done a lot of homework. You seem to know a lot about the situation between me and your little girlfriend!"
"Don't underestimate the background of the pure-blood family. If you look back carefully, the history of the Malfoy family is even earlier than the Avalon school you created—" Xie Lin said coldly: "The method you used on Mei is not just the fusion of blood. Relying on the fusion of blood as an opportunity, try to assimilate magic, spirit, soul, and body together, and finally replace the host as an ancient black magic that becomes the core of the body."
"Well, you actually know about blood fusion. It seems that your intelligence ability has been greatly underestimated... But, even if you know this, so what?"
"Actually, what I know is probably far beyond your imagination—" The corner of Xie Lin's mouth twitched slightly: "Did you know that during the conversation you just had, I guessed another thing..."
"Oh, really? Tell me, what is it?" Morgan stared at Schelling intently, his fiery eyes sparkling.
"As you said before, my wand has evolved, and the ancestor of the Thestrals is the night corpse dragon—"
"Yes, and then?" Morgan nodded seriously, asking seriously.
"Are you still insisting on continuing to pretend?" Xie Lin smiled softly, raised the wand in his hand, and said, "My wand has indeed undergone miraculous changes, but ah—"
"I have already used alchemy to re-plate a layer of vine wood on the outer layer of the wand—" Schelling squeezed the wand lightly, and a few cracks suddenly appeared on the wand body, and then layers of wooden skin thinner than a piece of paper slowly fell off. The wand changed from charcoal black like a fire stick to a slender wand covered in bright silver. The dark golden lines on the wand slowly lit up and dimmed slowly, just like this.
The wand came to life—it was breathing—and at the same time—
Around the end of the wand, the air seemed to vibrate rapidly, as if invisible magic power was about to erupt.
Suddenly, Voldemort and Barbarossa said "ah" at the same time.The two looked at each other, their expressions were shocked at first, and then slowly turned into seriousness.
Just at the moment just now, the wands of the two of them suddenly shook very unusually, making their hands holding the wands feel like an electric shock, and there was a numb and itchy feeling, but this was just a trivial matter——
They suddenly felt inexplicably-the mysterious link between themselves and the wand was suddenly broken.
They no longer feel the handy and natural feeling when holding their own wand in the past - now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast spells, and now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast spells, and when they inject magic power into the wand, they are full of jerky, indescribably uncomfortable.
A terrifying possibility occurred to both of them.
For some reason they don't understand, their wand has lost its core spirituality, and has become a standard spellcasting weapon, rather than a destined partner who can communicate with the caster and resonate with magic power.
In this state, although they can still cast spells, both the speed and fluency of casting spells, as well as the magic power and destructive power attached to the spell will be greatly reduced.
If the opponent they are about to face is just an ordinary adult wizard, or even a middle-level Auror, then it doesn't matter. After all, there is a difference in strength, and it cannot be controlled by a magic wand.However, a few minutes ago, Voldemort was still in an inextricable fight with Schelling, and it could even be said that Voldemort was still faintly suppressed and at a disadvantage.
If you add the gap caused by the magic wand factor...
Now Voldemort's heart is nothing but annoyance—Merlin's beard, tonight is the day of my resurrection, I just want to resurrect peacefully, at most I can kill a Potter, what did I do wrong, why the plot I expected collapsed like this...
Without mentioning Voldemort's collapsed heart, let us continue to turn the picture back to Schelling.
"You can perceive its true state, but there are only a few possibilities—" Schelling paused, looked at Morgan again, and then slowly said: "No matter which possibility it is, it is inseparable from the ancestor of the Thestrals, the Night Corpse Dragon. That is, something in your hand resonated with my wand. This kind of resonance is deeper than the soul, and it can be said to be the deepest resonance - it can only be something in the same period and at the same level as the Night Corpse Dragon..."
"It stands to reason that the greatest possibility is that you are holding the Elder Wand of the Peverell family in your hand—or the Death Wand. Through the resonance of the core of the Thestral tail feathers, you can guess the abnormal shape of my wand..."
"However, fortunately, I happen to know the whereabouts of this wand, and it is not in your hands, so I can rule out this possibility with certainty—" Xie Lin smiled lightly, but his eyes showed strong confidence, "I was still trying to figure out how you could see the changes in my wand, but the sense of blood power you just mentioned reminded me—"
"The blood that flows through your body—is it one of the five ancient dragons, the blood of the Hell Dragon Emperor? More accurately, the Avalon school of inheritance you heard is actually the first batch of wizards who practiced the 'power of the dragon' in ancient times, right?"
"Awesome!" Morgan showed an appreciative look, and she applauded lightly, "You guessed it right. The power in my blood is indeed inherited from the Dragon King of Hell—"
"I really can't imagine that you can deduce so much information from me alone with such a simple sentence. I have to admit that you are indeed the most outstanding genius of our time—"
"I'm really glad now. If it wasn't for my deliberate arrangements, I tried every means to transport you here alone, and let Voldemort fight with you, forcing out your hole card stunt in advance. Otherwise, even though we have a large number of people here, today's confrontation with you may have to add a lot of variables..."
(End of this chapter)
"Hey hey hey——" Xie Lin's laughter sounded out of time, and anyone could hear it. The laughter was full of ridicule, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to him.
"I really can't believe it—" Xie Lin opened his mouth to make a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, but he didn't try to hide the contempt and disdain in the corners of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, what have I witnessed?"
"Are you meeting like-minded partners and planning to form a big alliance of villains?" Xie Lin laughed and said, "Could this be the legendary combination of 'beauty and basilisk'? Oh, sorry - I forgot about the Pirate King for a while. Maybe it's more appropriate for you to be called 'the trio of demons and monsters'?"
"Even Lord Voldemort, who has shaken Great Britain for more than ten years, knows how to let go of his dignity, protect himself wisely, and judge the situation. In comparison, you are still so young, and you still have a long-term future—" Morgan said with a sweet smile: "Don't you stop thinking about it, join us, and seek the way of common prosperity with us?"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid your method won't work for me. To be inferior is to be inferior, and there is no need to use fancy words of 'seeking common prosperity' to cover it up. I am not as naive and cute as Lord Voldemort—" Sherin said to himself, ignoring Voldemort's livid face, "Speaking of which, do you know that your overly enthusiastic solicitation has already exposed your true intentions."
"There may be something about valuing talents and cherishing talents, but I don't believe that is your real purpose behind it. You have said so much, you are nothing more than—" Xie Lin put away his hippie smile and put on a serious expression, a shrewd look flashed in his eyes, "You just want to get me to appease the soul of Meredith in you."
The corners of Morgan's originally raised lips were instantly smoothed away. She couldn't laugh anymore when she heard Xie Lin's words. She began to look at Xie Lin seriously, and said softly: "It seems that you have done a lot of homework. You seem to know a lot about the situation between me and your little girlfriend!"
"Don't underestimate the background of the pure-blood family. If you look back carefully, the history of the Malfoy family is even earlier than the Avalon school you created—" Xie Lin said coldly: "The method you used on Mei is not just the fusion of blood. Relying on the fusion of blood as an opportunity, try to assimilate magic, spirit, soul, and body together, and finally replace the host as an ancient black magic that becomes the core of the body."
"Well, you actually know about blood fusion. It seems that your intelligence ability has been greatly underestimated... But, even if you know this, so what?"
"Actually, what I know is probably far beyond your imagination—" The corner of Xie Lin's mouth twitched slightly: "Did you know that during the conversation you just had, I guessed another thing..."
"Oh, really? Tell me, what is it?" Morgan stared at Schelling intently, his fiery eyes sparkling.
"As you said before, my wand has evolved, and the ancestor of the Thestrals is the night corpse dragon—"
"Yes, and then?" Morgan nodded seriously, asking seriously.
"Are you still insisting on continuing to pretend?" Xie Lin smiled softly, raised the wand in his hand, and said, "My wand has indeed undergone miraculous changes, but ah—"
"I have already used alchemy to re-plate a layer of vine wood on the outer layer of the wand—" Schelling squeezed the wand lightly, and a few cracks suddenly appeared on the wand body, and then layers of wooden skin thinner than a piece of paper slowly fell off. The wand changed from charcoal black like a fire stick to a slender wand covered in bright silver. The dark golden lines on the wand slowly lit up and dimmed slowly, just like this.
The wand came to life—it was breathing—and at the same time—
Around the end of the wand, the air seemed to vibrate rapidly, as if invisible magic power was about to erupt.
Suddenly, Voldemort and Barbarossa said "ah" at the same time.The two looked at each other, their expressions were shocked at first, and then slowly turned into seriousness.
Just at the moment just now, the wands of the two of them suddenly shook very unusually, making their hands holding the wands feel like an electric shock, and there was a numb and itchy feeling, but this was just a trivial matter——
They suddenly felt inexplicably-the mysterious link between themselves and the wand was suddenly broken.
They no longer feel the handy and natural feeling when holding their own wand in the past - now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast spells, and now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast spells, and when they inject magic power into the wand, they are full of jerky, indescribably uncomfortable.
A terrifying possibility occurred to both of them.
For some reason they don't understand, their wand has lost its core spirituality, and has become a standard spellcasting weapon, rather than a destined partner who can communicate with the caster and resonate with magic power.
In this state, although they can still cast spells, both the speed and fluency of casting spells, as well as the magic power and destructive power attached to the spell will be greatly reduced.
If the opponent they are about to face is just an ordinary adult wizard, or even a middle-level Auror, then it doesn't matter. After all, there is a difference in strength, and it cannot be controlled by a magic wand.However, a few minutes ago, Voldemort was still in an inextricable fight with Schelling, and it could even be said that Voldemort was still faintly suppressed and at a disadvantage.
If you add the gap caused by the magic wand factor...
Now Voldemort's heart is nothing but annoyance—Merlin's beard, tonight is the day of my resurrection, I just want to resurrect peacefully, at most I can kill a Potter, what did I do wrong, why the plot I expected collapsed like this...
Without mentioning Voldemort's collapsed heart, let us continue to turn the picture back to Schelling.
"You can perceive its true state, but there are only a few possibilities—" Schelling paused, looked at Morgan again, and then slowly said: "No matter which possibility it is, it is inseparable from the ancestor of the Thestrals, the Night Corpse Dragon. That is, something in your hand resonated with my wand. This kind of resonance is deeper than the soul, and it can be said to be the deepest resonance - it can only be something in the same period and at the same level as the Night Corpse Dragon..."
"It stands to reason that the greatest possibility is that you are holding the Elder Wand of the Peverell family in your hand—or the Death Wand. Through the resonance of the core of the Thestral tail feathers, you can guess the abnormal shape of my wand..."
"However, fortunately, I happen to know the whereabouts of this wand, and it is not in your hands, so I can rule out this possibility with certainty—" Xie Lin smiled lightly, but his eyes showed strong confidence, "I was still trying to figure out how you could see the changes in my wand, but the sense of blood power you just mentioned reminded me—"
"The blood that flows through your body—is it one of the five ancient dragons, the blood of the Hell Dragon Emperor? More accurately, the Avalon school of inheritance you heard is actually the first batch of wizards who practiced the 'power of the dragon' in ancient times, right?"
"Awesome!" Morgan showed an appreciative look, and she applauded lightly, "You guessed it right. The power in my blood is indeed inherited from the Dragon King of Hell—"
"I really can't imagine that you can deduce so much information from me alone with such a simple sentence. I have to admit that you are indeed the most outstanding genius of our time—"
"I'm really glad now. If it wasn't for my deliberate arrangements, I tried every means to transport you here alone, and let Voldemort fight with you, forcing out your hole card stunt in advance. Otherwise, even though we have a large number of people here, today's confrontation with you may have to add a lot of variables..."
(End of this chapter)
