Chapter 412 The Elder Wand? Poke it!

"God of Death..." Rogge murmured this familiar yet unfamiliar name softly, his brain trying to retrieve past memories.

In the dark underground city of skeletons in Paris, he once met the God of Death. However, he erased that memory with a forgetfulness, leaving only a text warning in the lining to remind himself to stay vigilant.

Wizards don't have much specialness in the eyes of Death. The God of Death may not be able to just swing his scythe and grant death to people. But through all kinds of incredible coincidences, lives can be taken away easily.

Rogge decisively let go of the Elder Wand in his hand, clenched it into a fist, and suppressed the almost addictive tremor in his soul.

Dumbledore was holding the unfamiliar Elder Wand, with shock written all over his face. He stared at Rogge in disbelief and said doubtfully: "This is the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the magic world."

Rogge shook his head gently and replied firmly: "The most powerful one is always the wizard himself, not the wand. If its existence denies its meaning to me, then it is worthless to me. "

"Of course I know that this is the work of the God of Death." Rogge turned his head and no longer looked at the old wand. "So, I maintain awe and distance."

His eyes turned to Laihe, the figure with snarling teeth and claws, and a surge of uncontrollable rage surged in his heart.

"Roger, it can resist the Unforgivable Curse." Dumbledore shouted without giving up, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "This is one of the few items in the wizarding world that can resist the Death Curse. Moreover, this wand, it I chose you."

There was an unquestionable certainty in his words, and at the same time, he spread his palms. The Elder Wand seemed to feel the call, and actually levitated on its own, slowly drifting towards Rogge. It dances in the air, exuding deep and mysterious magic, like a piece of self-aware brown candy, eager to stick to its new owner.

The Elder Wand seemed unable to understand why any wizard could resist its charm. Even Dumbledore once took it as his own, and even found excuses to hide it tightly to avoid other wizards in the wizarding world knowing its whereabouts.

It swayed slightly in the air, and the texture on its surface was constantly changing, like a winding snake, trying to lock Rogge's heart firmly.

"So..." Rogge sighed helplessly, and every cell in his body was beating, as if responding to the call of the Elder Wand, "So, Principal, can I dispose of it as I please now?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly subconsciously, his heart filled with endless curiosity. He was eager to know how Rogge would make a choice when faced with the Elder Wand being sent again.

In his long and rich life journey, Dumbledore met all kinds of wizards. Some are violent, some are greedy, some are hypocritical... No matter what mask they wear, they will eventually reveal their true selves under the temptation of the Elder Wand.

Dumbledore never denied that Rogge was a humble and polite student. He attended class on time every day and always maintained patience and respect for those mundane classes. Even when faced with Hagrid, whom he didn't like, he would try his best to cooperate with the teaching assistant's request in the Care of Magical Creatures class.

However, it was this extraordinaryness in the ordinary that made Dumbledore increasingly unable to understand Rogge. Especially through Grindelwald and the Elder Wand, he has deeply felt the powerful magic contained in this young wizard. Those self-created magic spells, the wonderful fireball technique...each of them silently tells his extraordinaryness.

More importantly, Rogge is much younger than him. Dumbledore couldn't help but worry about where the wizarding world would go once he passed away, under the leadership of a new generation of wizards.

Rogge did not notice that in this brief moment, such complicated waves arose in Dumbledore's heart. He held the Elder Wand, and the smooth and comfortable touch was hard to let go of. He thought to himself: "If I had known that this thing was so sticky, I shouldn't have touched it in the first place."

"It has recognized you and is now at your disposal." Dumbledore turned his eyes to the three-headed dragon Lech and suggested softly: "With your magical ability and the power of the Elder Wand, you can completely cast a stun. Use the fainting spell to knock it down easily."

Rogge shook his head and raised the sword in his hand: "Principal, use this faster."

Immediately afterwards, he held the Elder Wand tightly with both hands and continued to exert force. The staff body made of elderwood began to deform, and there was a heart-breaking cracking sound. Dumbledore stared at this scene in disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes.

As the most powerful wand in the wizarding world, the Elder Wand is every wizard's dream treasure. Even Grindelwald, including Dumbledore himself, could not escape the law of the Elder Wand: it always follows power.

Rogge slowly gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that a wand could be so tough. However, Death also did not expect that there would be a wizard with such powerful power and try to break it.

Click!

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, making the other two dragons tremble. Laihe looked at the sky in confusion, let out an angry roar, and scolded the two younger brothers. It has never seen such a timid dragon, it is really embarrassing to dragons.

At this moment, the body of the Elder Wand underwent strange changes. Its once smooth surface began to show cracks, as if ancient bark had cracked in a drought. The wand's magic began to lose control, and the air around him twisted with its pain.

Dumbledore witnessed everything in astonishment, and his heart was filled with incredible shock. He blinked hard, trying to prove that he was wrong. However, the fifteen-inch Elder Wand was indeed broken, and even the inner Thestral tail feathers were exposed.

Perhaps Mr. Ollivander could fix it. However, Rogge proved with indisputable power that even the Elder Wand is not indestructible.

Rogge suppressed the strong reluctance in his heart and quickly dispelled the faint feeling of guilt in his heart. He whispered to himself, comforting himself: "Everything others give is fake."

The sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and a dark and cold atmosphere came from all directions. The originally arrogant Laihe suddenly felt something and instantly withered. Its three heads looked around in horror, as if some indescribable existence was quietly approaching.

Dumbledore also felt this strange aura, and his wise eyes shone with surprise. As the most powerful white wizard in the magical world, he masters many unknown magical secrets. In his eyes, some fairy tales often contain real history.

"A broken wooden stick, what about it?" Rogge whispered, glancing at his own panel, where the Dark God's Choice in his talent was shining brightly.

With him as the center, a strong dark aura surged from all directions. His originally clear and bright eyes were covered with a deep purple-black color. His eyes shone with a chilling light, as if he could see into the darkest corners of the human heart.

Rogge's skin also became silver-white, and his facial lines became sharper, revealing an inviolable majesty. At the same time, the pair of silver wings were also shrouded in a purple-black halo. Each feather shone with a faint purple light, a change that was hard, cold, and depressing.

Dumbledore stared at Rogge with disbelief, as if he had seen the peerless Dark Lord. He swore that even Grindelwald back then did not have such a terrifying dark aura.

At the moment when Rogge broke the Elder Wand, Dumbledore originally believed that Rogge was a good wizard who was upright and wary of power. However, the scene before him made him begin to wonder whether he had drawn a conclusion prematurely.

The power of darkness gathered around Rogge. This darkness was pure and flawless, without any emotional pollution. It seemed as if night had fallen in advance, wrapping Rogge's figure in haze, making it difficult for people to see his true appearance.

Rogge looked up at the strange whirlpool in the sky, feeling as if there were a pair of cold, dead eyes hidden in it. Those eyes stared at Rogge for a long time, then turned towards the direction of Little Hangleton Village. There, the Resurrection Stone is hidden. Leng Yan searched for a long time, but still found no trace of the invisibility cloak.

As the Dark God's Chosen, Rogge was not worried about the God of Death causing trouble for him because of a broken wand. After all, the Elder Wand itself was made randomly. If Death wishes, he can turn a broken branch on the side of the road into another Elder Wand.

Then, countless wizards from the magical world flocked to the place. They will turn into wild dogs fighting for the hot shit, rushing to bite their own kind. In the fight, sacrifice the souls of the living for the true master of the Elder Wand.

Rogge despised the dropped Elder Wand and felt sick. If the Three Deathly Hallows really had any merit, it might only be the invisibility cloak that made him take a high look.

A helpless sigh came from the void, and then, the cold and silent atmosphere around him instantly dissipated, as if everything had never happened.

"Leaving?" Wright's three dragon heads looked at each other, their eyes showing the joy of surviving the disaster, "It almost scared me to death."

Just when it was feeling extremely lucky, there was a crashing sound not far away. Like a bolt of lightning, Rogge rushed in front of the Brachynosaurus and punched its mouth full of foul breath.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!" He waved his wand, and two sharp red lights streaked through the air, leaving a bright trail. Immediately afterwards, two deep wounds with bone visible appeared on the short-nosed dragon's giant wings, and blood gushed out like spring water.

The Brachysaurus screamed in agony, staggered and tried to escape, but crashed into the hillside in panic, breaking countless tree trunks. Rogge did not expect that the dragon skin's magic resistance was so high. He did not stop, but turned into a gust of wind and quickly blocked the short-nosed dragon.

He held the Sword of Gryffindor high, with a very calm expression on his face and a determined light in his eyes. The short-nosed dragon howled in terror, continuously spitting out blazing fire from its mouth.

However, when it saw the dragon skin robe on Rogge that resisted the dragon flames, a trace of despair rose in its huge vertical pupils. It looked up blankly, and was greeted by a perfect sword light. The dragon's head was cut off instantly, and the Brachynosaurus even blinked, not understanding what happened.

The Chinese Fireball Dragon looked at the tragic death of its kind in shock. It hurriedly twisted its body and tried to escape from this dangerous place. However, it soon discovered that Rogge's flying speed was much faster than it imagined.

"Go down!" Rogge's figure followed him like a shadow and appeared above its head instantly. Immediately afterwards, the fist hit its broad forehead hard.

The heartbreaking sound of bone cracking echoed in the silent air, and the Fireball Dragon let out a scream and fell into the gravel-filled arena. It lay on the ground, its body trembling, for fear of offending the wizard in the sky.

Laihe looked at the wizard in front of him in confusion, and his roar was full of doubts: "You..."

"It's me." Rogge held the Kirin wand and stared at it with a sword in one hand. "It was me who made Baba Yaga achieve self-dissolution. Now, what are you going to do?"

provocative! An unabashed provocation! Laihe never thought that there would be a wizard who was more arrogant and arrogant than himself!

"Damn wizard!" It roared and raised its three heads, as if it was accumulating the power to destroy everything. However, just when Rogge was about to cast the Iron Armor Curse, Laich suddenly flapped his wings, turned around and ran away, giving up his revenge.

"I'll go!" Rogge didn't expect this dragon to be so shameless. The majesty it had just disappeared instantly. "Where's the revenge you promised?"

Laihe, who was running away in panic, would not think so much. In its eyes, Rogge was completely a murderer. Especially the sword in his hand was shining with blazing fire, and flowing with poisonous green light that killed souls. It can sense that the dragon skin that it is proud of is as fragile as tissue paper in front of this sharp blade.

The tragic death of Brachysaurus has proved to itself that it is sharp. Moreover, this wizard can also cast extremely powerful spells. Laihe didn't dare to bet on whether he could withstand the opponent's attack. At this critical moment of life and death, escape became its only option.

"Damn, why is there such a terrifying thing!" It howled and hurriedly avoided, and Rogge chased after it.

"I...did I read it correctly?" The students who returned to school looked up and saw that the arrogant three-headed dragon was being beaten by Rogge until it ran away.

"It's amazing!" Colin was holding the camera and was so surprised that he forgot to take pictures.

Krum on the ship couldn't believe that such a powerful student existed in Hogwarts. What made him even more frustrated was that the other party did not sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

"I think the restrictions of the Triwizard Tournament are indeed very sensible." Mrs. Maxim swallowed.

When she saw Rogge knocking the dragon to the ground with one punch, she was surprised by the terrifying power even as a descendant of a giant. She didn't understand how the other party's small body contained such powerful power. Could it be that he was transformed into a dragon?

At this time, Dumbledore stupidly picked up the broken Elder Wand. He thought about countless possibilities, but he didn't expect this ending. In a sense, the problem of the Elder Wand was solved once and for all, in a way he had never expected.

Fudge, who was hiding in the shadows, stared at Rogge. He licked his lips and a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "No wonder Buck is so confident."

Laihe hit the top of the mountain heavily. It looked at the little devil approaching with a smile and quickly begged for mercy: "I surrender, I surrender!"

"Admit defeat? Surrender?" Rogge curled his lips and slapped Laihe hard on the face.

"Aren't you going to avenge Baba Yaga? Don't you like to hide behind your back and make trouble?" Every time he said a word, Wright received a slap. Its young heart is being seriously hurt by Rogge.

"Sir, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..." Laihe's three dragon heads showed clear eyes, praying for Rogge to show his noble hand.

"It is indeed rare to see a talking dragon, especially one with three heads." Rogge stared at it and rubbed the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.

The dragon skin with high attributes against magic, the dragon mouth that can spit fire and poison, excellent mobility... It seems that keeping it is more useful than killing it.

Just as Rogge was hesitating whether to chop off Laihe's three heads and take them home as trophies and stick them on the plaque, a strange glare suddenly flashed in the eyes of the dragon head in the middle.

It not only relies on its extraordinary wisdom to lead the other two heads, but also because it has a unique ability to control other people's brains.

The moment Rogge looked at it, a strong mental shock suddenly hit him.