Chapter 490 Snakewood Staff

After Umbridge became a laughing stock, her prestige at Hogwarts collapsed rapidly.

Walking on the campus, she could always see some pink frog dolls jumping around, or hear muffled laughter coming from not far away. Sometimes, the whispers were even mixed with imitations of frog calls.

She hated the guy who turned her into a toad, but she couldn't find any evidence no matter what, even if she locked her suspicions on Harry and his companions.

Umbridge began to frantically issue new educational orders, such as banning toad dolls from appearing in schools, banning students from imitating toad croaks, and banning the possession of magical images and photos of her transforming into a toad.

However, she discovered sadly that her titles of professor, senior investigator and deputy minister of magic had all lost their deterrent effect. No one took her seriously and those educational orders were meaningless.

Even the students on the review panel distanced themselves from her, and Umbridge was once again isolated and helpless. The feeling of being alone made her even more angry.

In order to turn the situation around, she tried to seek support from Fudge and wanted him to send some Aurors to support her, but the magic phone always kept ringing with a busy tone.

It was not until this moment that she realized that she was finished and that she had been abandoned by Fudge.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Umbridge worked even harder to issue orders and create noise in an attempt to restore her prestige.

But her efforts fell on deaf ears - the classrooms were empty, the detentions were ignored, the students ignored her, and even the professors treated her as invisible.

In this noisy atmosphere, the Christmas holiday arrived quietly, students left the campus in groups, and Hogwarts became quiet again.

Ilvermorny in the United States also fell into the same silence. Except for the principal, Gilbert, and a few professors who stayed on campus, there was almost no one on campus.

However, this silence was broken on December 23rd.

A special guest visited Ilvermorny. He was thin, dressed in a black robe, and his scarlet eyes flashed with fanaticism, as if filled with some kind of excited expectation.

"Oh, this is a school modeled after Hogwarts. Now it seems nothing special."

Looking at the door in front of him, Voldemort curled the corners of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile.

He did not enter the campus, but walked around the main gate and along the wall with a leisurely pace, as if he was the real owner of the place.

Voldemort came here today not to cause trouble for Ilvermorny, but for a legendary wand.

Ever since he saw the powerful dragon bone wand, he has focused his main energy on finding a powerful wand.

However, the process was not smooth. The legend of the Elder Wand was illusory, and the information collected by the Death Eaters was a mixture of true and false, and could not provide any useful information at all.

After eliminating all useless information, he set his sights on Ilvermorny in the United States. He had a feeling that he would have a good harvest today.

Voldemort walked forward and finally stopped in front of the Snakewood Tree, a famous attraction outside Ilvermorny.

The tree is covered with thick snow, but its branches and leaves exude an unusual vitality, and the winter cold cannot affect it at all.

As if sensing Voldemort's arrival, the huge snake tree began to sway gently, and snowflakes fell between the swaying branches, as if welcoming the arrival of its new owner.

Voldemort looked up at the extraordinary tree, and the smile on his face deepened. He sensed a deep connection, a resonance of blood and will.

Found you, snakewood staff!

Ignoring the dense protective magic surrounding the snake tree, he slowly raised his hand and spoke in a low and mysterious Parseltongue.

"In the name of the blood of Salazar Slytherin, wake up, snakewood staff!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge snake tree trembled violently. The emerald green of its branches and leaves faded in an instant, turning into a dull and withered yellow. The whole tree seemed to be eroded by the long river of time, and its vitality was lost at an alarming rate.

The bright leaves turned dull, gray and dilapidated, and the trunks began to crumble and wither, as if hundreds of years had passed in just a few seconds.

Affected by this, the complex protective magic surrounding the snake tree also collapsed one after another, as if it had lost the foundation for nourishment, and turned into wisps of powerless light that dissipated into the air.

"Crack!"

The trunk split in the middle, and a bright light flashed through it. When the light faded, a smooth wand as smooth as a new one slowly emerged.

Voldemort gently hooked his fingers, and the wand slowly floated in front of him as he called, and then fell into his pale palm.

He slowly lowered his head and stared at the wand in his hand, his eyes filled with extreme satisfaction.

This is no ordinary wand - it is the legacy of the greatest of the Big Four, a supreme artifact created by Salazar Slytherin himself.

What made him even happier was that this wand had no resistance to him at all, as if it belonged to him naturally.

Voldemort could clearly feel that the wand was leaping for joy, sending him a silent message - just use it, just unleash your ambitions, it will open up an unprecedented path for you.

Feeling the delicate texture of the wand, an intoxicating feeling came over him, and he tightened his fingers slightly and swung it suddenly towards the sky.

In an instant, a dazzling spell shot straight into the sky, creating a huge hole in the dark clouds in the sky.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and admired silently in his heart.

As expected of Slytherin's wand, it is very powerful and can be used as my Christmas present.

Perhaps, I can take this opportunity to bring those most loyal servants out of Azkaban and spend a happy Christmas together.

Thinking of this, Voldemort smiled knowingly and prepared to leave immediately.

However, before he could act, a sharp shout came from behind him.

"Stop! Put down what you have in your hand, little thief!"