v2 Chapter 375： Conjecture about the stick core

Ai Wen followed Mr. Weasley through the gate and went to a smaller hall. He just heard Eric’s last words.

After testing, the core of his wand is actually unknown? !

Ai Wen slightly frowns, this is really strange, how can his wand core be unknown, shouldn't it be the tail feather of the nightingale? !

He still remembers the scene when he walked into the Olifande wand shop with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny two years ago, and everything was vivid.

When he held the wand in his hand, a milky white glow, like the ripples in the water, spread out in a circle.

He thought that this was just a simple magical spurt. It was a very normal phenomenon when other wizards were selected by their own wand for the first time. The magic wand would emit simple magic such as fireworks and beams.

But his magical gushing scene was so shocking that the magic appeared was very powerful, not like a little wizard who had just touched magic.

Ai Wen also secretly said that this is a manifestation of his talent.

But now, thinking about this, it is actually very strange and strange.

Through these two years of research, he always feels that something is not quite right.

After that, no matter how hard you try, you can no longer turn your magic into the powerful magical fluctuations of those halos.

With the deepening of the soul magic, he found that the rhythm of the magic seems to be particularly familiar. At that time, the magical spewing, the milky white halo that spread out of the stock seemed to be the expression of some powerful soul magic to be released.

Drawing this conclusion, Ai Wen was really scared.

He immediately vetoed it and always thought he was mistaken.

The mysterious soul magic has always been considered a branch extension of the evil black magic, very esoteric, complex, and unpredictable, difficult to master.

He was just a little wizard who didn't understand anything. Even if he had the talent, he couldn't use his magic wand for the first time.

He did not tell anyone about this matter, and he was already about to be forgotten by him.

But today, when I heard the words Eric said, I once again evoked the thoughts of Ai Wen.

Maybe it was not for my own reasons, but because of the wand of this wand.

Olivier once told him that the wand of the wand was the tail feather of the nightingale, the same as the rod of the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand.

As we all know, as the incarnation of the indecent, the tail feathers of the nightingale is a very strange material.

Legend has it that only wizards who can truly control death can control it.

The power of this magical substance is very strong, but it is not uncommon. These strange anomalies should not occur, and it is impossible for it to be detected by the machine.

Ai Wen’s heart raised a little doubt, perhaps because he didn’t know enough about the material of the wand and the tail feathers of the nightingale.

Or, the wand of his wand is not the tail feather of the nightingale.

After all, this wand was not made by Olifande himself, and it was passed down by his ancestors.

If he accidentally remembers it wrong or because he does not know why, he does not want to tell himself the truth, nor is it impossible.

Although there is not much contact, Ai Wen can clearly feel that the old guy of Olifande has too many secrets. The hot stamp on his store door reads: Olifande, since 380 BC A good wand is made for twelve years.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this sentence, but if you think about it carefully, you will find how terrible it is.

In 382 BC, in other words, more than two thousand years ago.

At that time, Hogwarts had not yet been established, and it was hard to say whether there were any British magicians and wizards.

It is completely the era when the magic world has just risen and the ancient warlocks are arrogant.

A series of recent encounters have made Ai Wen very impressed by the crazy dark age. The most typical representative is the magic that ordinary people can't imagine and the two indescribable evil spirits. They are the products of the wizards' crazy magic research.

Ai Wen took a nap and linked the Olifan family to the evil spirits.

Perhaps, the core of his wand is an object of a certain evil spirit, so it is unknown under the detection.

This is really ridiculous, he shook his head. It seems that it is necessary for me to find time to talk to Mr. Ollivander about this wand, or to find other wand masters to take a look and see what is inside.

Although there is some discomfort in the heart, it is undeniable that this wand is very easy to use, and the magic is very good, just like it was made for him.

"Ivan, are you coming to the Ministry of Magic for the first time?!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, thinking of Ai Wen's thoughts as a shock to the foreground.

In front of them, there are at least 20 elevators, which are blocked by refined golden fence doors.

Evan responded vaguely and looked at the elevator absently.

About five minutes later, Sirius was only panting.

"Arthur, thank you for taking care of Avon!" Sirius gasped and said, some impatient, "The guys are so enthusiastic, they all come up at once"

After Dumbledore reconfirmed that Avon was found by Mr. Weasley, he immediately moved to the office of Fudge.

Sirius was left alone to face the fanatical crowd, and he spent a lot of effort to squeeze from the crowd.

"Everyone rarely sees a wizard who is famous like you. If you want to write an autobiography, it must be very popular." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"Don't make fun of me, Dumbledore went to Fudge." Sirius walked over to Ai Wen, looking at the surrounding wizards and pointing at them. "Arthur, can you invite us to sit down with you?" By the way, let Avon write a letter to his parents."

"No problem, but you must tell me what this is all about." Mr. Weasley said, while pushing Ai Wen to a lift that had just been opened, "Go here, Ivan!"

They squeezed into the elevator, standing inside a big-handed wizard with a beard and a pale young wizard.

They joined forces to carry a large iron box with a harsh rubbing and screaming sound.

"What is this?" Ai Wen asked curiously, and took a look.

"Be careful, child!" The big wizard stopped Ai Wen and said with no anger. "No one knows what it is. We thought it was just an ordinary cat. It might be a bit violent, but it suddenly grows wings. Come, paws and fangs are sharper than the fiercest cheetahs, and when you see someone, you bite!"

"This is really bad!" said Mr. Weasley.

“Unauthorized species cultivation trials.” Sirius added, and he glanced inside the gap in the tin box. “Look at its tail and fork it at the back. This guy seems to be a normal cat and swallowtail. Mixed breed of dogs" (to be continued.)