Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Chapter 274: Farewell, a disservice

Mr. Ollivander's expression is like watching a beautiful woman who is about to pass away, a porcelain that is about to fall to the ground...Anyway, the saddest words can not be used to describe him too much.

Hearing Mr. Ollivander's words, Scrimgeour hurried over to ask, "What's the matter? Sir, is there any problem?"

"Of course there is a problem!" Mr. Ollivander said distressedly while holding the black wand, "This wand is starting to fall asleep. After falling asleep, it will no longer respond to any spells. There is no difference at all. This should be the effect established when the wand was made, and the wand will obey its user like a servant."

so troublesome? Everyone present frowned when they heard this.

"Since it's 'sleep' rather than 'death', Mr. Ollivander! Do you have a way to wake it up again?" Scrimgeour continued to ask.

Almost all the wands of the people present were bought from Mr. Ollivander, so most of them have heard his theory.

It is the wand that chooses the wizard.

So the wand itself is also animate.

So it is not completely unacceptable for a wand to be a servant.

"Me? Of course I can't!" Mr. Ollivander replied.

Mr. Ollivander checked the wand back and forth, rubbing it back and forth. "It's like setting a fixed switch on the wand. Its owner can make it fall asleep in a certain way."

"I personally don't like this method, because it's too unfair to the wand!" Mr. Ollivander kept pitying, "It's too wasteful!"

"Since it's a switch, there must be a way to undo it! Why are you sure you can't do it yourself, sir?" A middle-aged Auror asked Mr. Ollivander about the question he thought of.

"Because the body material of this wand is snakewood!" Mr. Ollivander sighed. "I might try other materials, but I can't do this material!"

"Since snakewood is used to make the wand, and there is such a secret mechanism, there may only be one switch!" Mr. Ollivander said solemnly.

"What's that?" Dumbledore asked suddenly this time.

Even if Dumbledore didn't ask, Mr. Ollivander would definitely answer, but he himself had guessed the answer.

Mr. Ollivander looked at Dumbledore, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, "That's right, Principal Dumbledore! It's Parseltongue!"

Parseltongue?

The Aurors looked at each other and saw the terror in each other's eyes, even Scrimgeour.

Because when it comes to Parseltongue, everyone thinks of Slytherin, and the true descendant of the last Slytherin of this century...

Voldemort!

"Hehe..." Scrimgeour didn't know what to say for a while, "Maybe there are other ways... Oh, yes! Mr. Ollivander, can you tell who the owner of this wand is? ? And was it made by a master wandmaker?"

Logically speaking, there are only those masters who can continue to make magic wands in the world now, and Mr. Ollivander should naturally know them all, or even know them all.

But Mr. Ollivander shook his head, "It? I've never seen a wand of this style. It's not made by the wand masters in the world today. They don't make wands like this. This wand looks very old-fashioned. , but added some modern flavor, the whole is generous, but the finishing touches of some key points are not well done... So I think the maker of this wand should be a young man, after he got the ancient book on wand science At that time, I relied on my own ingenuity to create works."

Mr. Ollivander suddenly pointed at Browder, "Like Mr. Lestrange."

Can anyone imagine the mood of Browder who was pointed at by him at this time?

Because of the continuous thoughts, streams of blood were pumped to Browder's brain by the heart, and the oxygen consumption of the brain increased many times, but Browder still had to control his heart not to beat like an accelerator pump.

It's not easy.

Moreover, Browder can't show any bad expressions and movements, lest other people feel abnormal and really become suspicious.

Scrimgeour turned to look at Browder, then at Mr. Ollivander.

Is this the identification of the criminal?

Mr. Ollivander continued, "Of course, I'm just helping Mr. Scrimgeour outline the possible range. I don't really mean that Mr. Browder is the maker of this wand."

Browder controlled himself to let out a breath, like a sigh of relief.

"If you really find the maker of this magic wand, please let me know. I want to know such a master!" After Mr. Ollivander finished speaking, he seemed very excited. It's like being tired.

The Aurors agreed!

But is it really possible to find the man who made the wand?

Scrimgeour didn't really hold out much hope.

After all... there are almost no clues!

Is it true that according to what Mr. Ollivander said, first investigate Brod Lestrange?

This is really not working.

Scrimgeour recently had the idea of wanting to be absent from the competition, and the person who was willing to help him was Browder's godfather, Regulus Black.

If he really arrests people without evidence, his minister will not even think about winning the election!

well! What a headache.

...

Mr. Ollivander rubbed the black wand to the end, and he was going to leave before returning it to Scrimgeour... At that time, the wand had completely fallen into a deep sleep.

After hearing this, Scrimgeour tried it boldly, and found that the wand really didn't react to his magic power at all.

Really useless!

In fact, Mr. Ollivander originally wanted to try to take this black wand away, and there were some thoughts on it that he could study carefully.

But before Scrimgeour made a decision, Dumbledore said no.

After all, what happened this time happened in the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest is within the sphere of influence of Hogwarts Castle, so the evidence will be kept by him.

Scrimgeour instinctively wanted to argue with Dumbledore, but Dumbledore said one more thing to him, "When you need Scrimgeour, you can borrow the investigation at any time!"

One sentence made him no longer object!

Really good at talking, old and cunning.

—Browder became wary of Dumbledore's behavior.

This mind is really real.

—In turn, Browder couldn't help complaining about Scrimgeour.

After finishing what he wanted to say in his heart, Browder also bid farewell at this time... It's time for him to go to class! Now that I can't help here, I might as well go there earlier.

Dumbledore agreed with a smile.

"Oh, yes! Browder." Dumbledore said, "You help me take Harry away first, let him go to class first, and tell him that I will send the owl to find him after dinner in the evening."

"Okay, Principal Dumbledore!" Browder nodded, went straight down the second floor, came to the first floor, and strode over to Harry.

At this time, Harry was already bored and began to read the books on the summer vacation next to him... Some books were really not in the library.

"What are you thinking!"

Suddenly there was a sound next to him, and Harry was really taken aback.

So Harry instinctively wanted to wave with one hand, and reached for the wand in his clothes with the other.

Fortunately, Harry stopped when he saw it was Browder, "Ah! Browder, don't scare me! I almost hit you!"

"Cut!" Browder shook his head disdainfully, "Forget it, your little fist and the speed with which you draw out your wand are so slow, you still want to hit me? Are you dreaming?"

Harry was annoyed...but he really didn't want to make gestures with Browder.

"By the way!" Harry also saw Mr. Ollivander and the Auror who went downstairs with Browder, "Is it over for you? Did Principal Dumbledore tell me to go up?"

"No! They should take a long time!" Browder also glanced at a few people on the second floor, "So Principal Dumbledore asked me to tell you, don't wait now, go back to class! He I will use an owl to call you back to the principal's office at night!"

Harry was taken aback, "But I have something very important to tell Dumbledore about..."

Before Harry could say the rest, Browder covered his mouth, "If you want to say something, you can talk to Principal Dumbledore after dinner! Don't tell me!"

Browder was facing Harry directly, with his back to Mr. Ollivander and the Auror. When Browder spoke, he gave Harry the look of someone behind him, and Harry understood immediately.

"So!" Browder let go of Harry's hand, and patted Harry's shoulder again, "Come with me first!"

Now that it was all like this, Harry had no choice but to leave first. Fortunately, there was an appointment after dinner, which made Harry feel better.

Coming out of the headmaster's office, saying goodbye to Mr. Ollivander who was going to a certain classroom office with a fireplace, Harry and Browder walked downstairs together.

"By the way, Browder!" Harry still couldn't hold back, and asked Browder, "Why did you get involved in what happened just now? Could it be related to you?"

"Of course I'm not the prisoner they suspect!" Browder slapped Harry on the back of the head, "Of course it's because I have a wealth of knowledge and experienced hands-on skills, and this time I need to use my professional knowledge to help Solve a difficult problem."

Hearing Browder praise himself so obliquely, Harry came to a realization - it seems that Browder still really didn't want to say, this time Dumbledore asked him to help with something.

Naturally, Harry didn't want to ask specifics, but only asked about the result, "Did you help Principal Dumbledore?"

"Hehe..." Browder stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, there really isn't one! And Harry, I'll tell you the truth, I didn't help you!"

"Oh~~" Harry booed directly.

Browder hit him straight away, "How dare you make fun of me?"

Harry's reaction was quick at this time, and he avoided Browder's knife attack as soon as he turned around, and then ran forward in a hurry.

Browder was speechless... This escape speed is really fast enough!

So Browder went after him.

"Harry Potter, don't run if you have the ability!" Browder shouted.

Hearing that, Harry ran even faster.

I can't bear it, can I?

...

Browder naturally did Dumbledore and the others a disservice.

Because he activated the sleeping effect of the black wand.

And the sleeping spell is exactly what Mr. Ollivander said.