Chapter 1115: Of course you can take care of that child

On the side of the wand-making table, the black tape measure with silver lettering flicked at Grigovic's fingertips, the tape stretched out automatically, flying around Dumbledore, and Grigovic wrote down the corresponding data on the parchment.

"Dumbledore, since the last time you helped me repel that man's Death Eaters, Germany seems to be quite peaceful... Do you think they will come to me again?" After a rustle, he temporarily put away the quill. The magic wand maker asked, "These thugs seem to have robbed the wealth of several pure-blood families abroad... Are the mysterious people forced to be in a hurry? I don’t think they will find much in the ancestral homes of those families. Things... they should go to Gringotts."

Dumbledore opened his arms and asked the tape measure to measure his arm length. "Tom was very anxious. He found that he had an opponent that he could not beat at all, but he was unwilling to admit it and was not reconciled. So in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit troops, he The more important thing is to try to strengthen one's own abilities, so you will not be safe here until the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the old wand."

"Speaking of the whereabouts of the old magic wand... this is the most ignorant, calm and cruel wand... He keeps tempting his master to fight, but he is not always loyal to a certain person. It has no permanent master, and Will continue to cause fighting..." Grigovich leaned closer to Dumbledore. "Now it will also lose its trace from your hands, which confirms this statement... Dumbledore, please forgive me, I am really curious... Dumbledore, who in the world can take the old wand from your hand?" Grigovich quietly looked at Dumbledore's expression, "Is it Alan Harris?"

"Oh? Why do you think it is him?" Dumbledore looked surprised. "Grigovich, why do you think it is him?"

"The mysterious person wants to find me to learn about the old magic wand, so he naturally doesn't know that the old magic wand was in your hands... and you have lost it... Then there is only Alan Harris. It's possible." Grigovich pulled out a new piece of parchment with some rough, slender fingers. "And you have lost it now... Then the three most powerful wizards in the world are the three of you..." Rigovich looked at Dumbledore’s expression, "However, it doesn’t seem to be him from your expression? Could it be...was stolen? It’s a pity that the old wand must be defeated to change hands. If he If you don't know this, it seems that you will have to wait for decades to see Merlin before you can exert its power."

Dumbledore sighed: "The old magic wand was taken away by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters when I happened to be...poisoned and unable to resist, but the other party put the wand in my hand and I used a weapon that would kill you...so unfortunately, the other party seems to fully understand the secrets."

"It's probably a pureblood with a little background... at least it should be a hybrid... Muggles don't understand this." Grigovich nodded, "Then Dumbledore, you think it will be Alan Harris ?"

"To be honest, I have doubted... Since those two are posing as Death Eaters, they didn't take the opportunity to kill me all... If the whole thing is a trap, it is indeed Allen's style and his treatment of me. Attitude...but Grigovich, I think you should have noticed on TV that he has completely got rid of his dependence on the wand..." Dumbledore shook his head, "You seem to be extra interested in him today?"

"The umbrella company just gave me an invitation letter, inviting me to live in the floating city and open a shop." Grigovich pointed to the letter he had received before, "I want to learn more about him from your mouth. That's it."

"Oh? I also invited you..." Dumbledore frowned and pondered for a moment. "If you are willing to go to Hogwarts, your safety is certainly not a problem, but what do you think now?"

"I didn't think much about safety...but Dumbledore, I'm older..." Grigovich made a bitter smile. "It's a bit hard to make a wand for a lifetime. I just noticed that Nuclear accessibility...seems to help me continue my career."

"If you look at it this way, it is indeed a good thing... The Durmstrang students can't go to the floating city during the holidays to find you to buy a magic wand... Ollivander will also be very happy to have a colleague communicate with him up close. Competitive." Dumbledore blessed after hearing the words and knowing what the other person was thinking. "Speaking of which, he recently learned a hand from Allen and started using metal to make wands."

"That's why I want to see in the past..." Grigovich replied excitedly, discovering that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to have a keen interest in the wands of a row of cabinets, knowing that the other party did not want to say more. Grigovich turned around and opened a cabinet door. The wand maker pulled out a large box with various kinds of wood labeled with labels. He picked out three pieces of wood and pulled it out.

"Ollivander is obsessed with'the magic wand chooses the wizard', but I am not like that... Most of the mediocre or newly enrolled young wizards choose those in my box, which is irrelevant... For a talented wizard like you, I think tailor-made is better Use your potential...I remember that you have a phoenix. Use the tail feathers of the magical animal that is closely related to you in the core of the rod." Grigovich commanded a basin with a wand to float over, and he pointed to the side of the basin. Soap, "But before testing these three pieces of wood, Dumbledore, you have to wash your hands, you just ate too many pastries with your hands while watching TV..."

Back at the Monte family mansion, Voldemort's heavy leather boots stepped on the scarlet viscous liquid on the ground, and the splashed blood slipped from his leather boots.

In the room, the flowing blood slowly solidified and began to turn black, only the tangy smell of blood continued to spread, and the cold hiss sounded. Behind Voldemort, Nagini's wavy body, bypassing those The corpse in all directions left a winding, wide trail of blood dragging on the floor. Judging from the human figure in its belly, it has already had a full meal.

The heir of the Monte family, Grigor Monte, is not like his elders and distant relatives who died in this conference room. He is still alive intact and curled up in the corner, tremblingly staring at the Dark Lord in front of him. Coming closer.

Voldemort's pale face, as terribly as a snake, with a ghastly twisted smile, his pupils were like a thin slit with scarlet eyes to the boy who was lying on the ground like mud, and his slender palm held a soft cushion. After finishing, the withered human eyes were covered by a glass cover engraved with intricate magic texts.

"Very well, dear Grigor, you didn't lie... I saw the truth looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the eye of Vicner I was looking for." Voldemort possessed The head with a side face that didn't seem to be ups and downs approached the boy on the ground, "You know the truth of current affairs better than your stupid relatives..."

"The most...most noble Dark Lord, please spare my life...I...I still have use. Most of the Mont family's wealth is in Gringotts. As the only heir, I can take them out." Rigor was frightened, with a hint of hope in his heart. Now that the Dark Lord has found what he wants, he may be able to let him go-he can't wait to return to Durmstrang and his father's protection. under.

Voldemort's chilled eyes rolled a few times on Grigor's face: "Lucius?"

"Master, the wealth we grabbed recently is not enough for the time being... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose another better target..." Lucius lowered his head and walked forward quickly, his cold gray-blue eyes feelinglessly Looking down at Grigor, whose eyes were paralyzed on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "The fairies of Gringotts are very smart. Although the kid in front of you is indeed qualified to inherit the wealth of their family, he is proving him It is true that the elders of "won't get any gold before they die...Master, we don't need to delay this..."

Grigor was so frightened that he couldn't even shout out begging for mercy, but after Lucius finished speaking, there was no movement. He raised his head slightly and looked sideways at Voldemort, wanting to see his attitude from his master's expression, but But when he saw that his cold mouth stopped moving, he pressed his slender fingers on his arm and checked the message carefully. It seemed that he hadn't noticed that he had a cautious reply-the hostility between the Monte family and the Harris family. He was completely aware of the friendly relationship, and seeing the opportunity at this time, Lucius took the opportunity to push the Monte family towards destruction.

The low hissing sound made the Death Eaters present couldn't help but shiver. The giant snake under Voldemort's feet leaned out and stood upright. Its body was as thick as a human thigh, and its eyes did not blink. , The pupils are vertical.

"Nagini? Well, since Bella has just finished... of course you can take care of that child..." Voldemort looked down at the giant snake that was climbing higher and higher, and the giant snake put his body on Voldemort's shoulders. Voldemort caressed the giant snake carelessly with his slender fingers, his eyes turned to Grigor, who was trembling aside, "Grigor Monte, since you know who I am, you want to live again , Then, let's make a game."

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