Evan followed Mr. Weasley through the gates to a smaller hall beyond, and he just heard Eric’s last words.
After testing, the core of his wand was actually an unidentified substance?!
Evan frowned slightly. This was really strange, how could his wand’s core be an unknown substance, shouldn’t it be the Thestral Tail Hair?!
He rembered walking into Ollivander’s Wand Shop with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny two years ago, and everything was vivid in his mind.
When he held the wand in his hand, a milky white halo, like ripples in the water, spread out in circles.
He thought it was just a simple magic reaction, just like when other young wizards were first selected by their own wands, the end of the wand would emit simple magic like fireworks and beams, which was a very normal phenonon.
But his magical gushing scene at the ti was too shocking. The magic appeared so powerful, and it was not like that of a young wizard who had just co into contact with magic.
Evan also secretly rejoiced that it was a manifestation of his talent.
But now, thinking about it, it was actually very strange and weird.
Through these two years of research, he always felt sothing was wrong.
After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not reproduce the powerful fluctuation of magic that occurred when those halos first appeared.
As he was introduced to Soul involving magic, he found that descriptions of this magic seed to be particularly familiar. Indeed, it was similar to what happened when he first got his one.
Drawing this conclusion, Evan was really shocked.
He imdiately rejected the idea, thinking he had made a mistake.
The mysterious soul magic had always been considered a branch extension of evil black magic. It was very esoteric, complex, and unpredictable, and thus difficult to master.
He was just a young wizard who knew nothing at that ti. Even if he had the talent, he couldn’t use soul magic when first grasping his wand.
He did not tell anyone about it, and he had almost forgotten about it.
But today he heard the words Eric said, and that aroused Evan’s mind once again.
Maybe it was not caused by him, but by the core of this wand.!
Ollivander once told him that the core of this wand was the Thestral Tail Hair, the sa as that of the elder wand in Dumbledore’s hand.
In fact, as the incarnation of the misfortune, the Thestral Tail Hair was a very strange substance.
Legend had it that only wizards who could truly master death could control it.
The power of this magical substance was very strong, but it was not uncommon. What happened as he grasped the wand shouldn’t have occurred, and the core should have been identified!
A little doubt arose in Evan’s heart, perhaps because he did not know enough about magic wands and the Thestral Tail Hair.
Or maybe the core of his wand was not the Thestral Tail Hair at all.
After all, this wand was not made by Ollivander himself. It was handed down to him by his ancestors.
It was not impossible that he had accidentally rembered sothing wrong or, for so unknown reason, he didn’t want to tell him the truth.
Although he had little contact with him, Evan could clearly feel that Ollivander had too many secrets. The peeling gold letters over the door of his shop read, “Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.“
At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this sentence, but thinking about it carefully; he could see how horrible it was.
“Since 382 B.C.”, in other words, more than 2000 years ago.
At that ti, Hogwarts had not yet been established, and it was hard to say whether there was a British Wizarding World or wizards.
It was a ti when magic was just erging and ancient warlocks were rampant.
A series of recent encounters had made Evan very impressed by those crazy Dark Ages. After all, he encountered unimaginable magic and two indescribable evil spirits, which were the products of the wizards’ crazy magic research in that era.
Evan shivered, linking the Ollivanders to the evil spirits.
Perhaps, the core of his wand was sothing brought by so evil god, so it was unknown under detection.
This was really ridiculous, he shook his head. It seed necessary for him to find ti to talk to Mr. Ollivander about this wand, or to have other wand-making Masters take a look and confirm what was inside.
Although there was so discomfort in his heart, it was undeniable that he used this wand very smoothly. The magic transmission was very good, as if it was tailored for him.
“Evan, is this your first visit to the Ministry of Magic?!” Mr. Weasley said with a smile. From Evan’s wandering expression, he thought that he was shocked by what he had seen in there.
In front of them, at least 20 lifts stood behind wrought golden grilles.
Evan responded vaguely and looked at the lifts absently.
It took about five minutes for Sirius to co panting.
“Arthur, thank you for taking care of Evan!” Sirius gasped and said, a little impatient, “Those guys are so enthusiastic. They rushed up all of a sudden…”
After Dumbledore confird that Evan had been found by Mr. Weasley, he directly Apparated to Fudge’s office.
Sirius was left alone to face the fanatical crowd, and it took him a lot of effort to get out from them.
“They seldom see a famous wizard like you. If you want to write an autobiography, it would be very popular.” Mr. Weasley said with a laugh.
“Don’t mock ! Anyway, Dumbledore went to Fudge.” Sirius walked over to Evan, looking at the surrounding wizards with a headache and pointing at them. “Arthur, can you invite us to sit down with you, and while we’re at it, let Evan write a letter to his parents.”
“No problem, but you must tell what is going on here.” Mr. Weasley said, while pushing Evan to a lift just opened, “This way, Evan!”
They squeezed into the elevator, where stood a big, bearded wizard and a pale young wizard.
Together, they carried a large iron box, which was emitting harsh screams and frictions.
“What is it?” Evan asked curiously, and took a closer look.
“Be careful, kid!” The big wizard stopped Evan and said seriously. “No one knows what it is. We thought it was just an ordinary cat. It might be a little grumpy, but it suddenly grew wings. Its claws and fangs were sharper than the fiercest cheetah’s. It bit people when it saw them!”
“This is terrible!” said Mr. Weasley.
“Looks like a serious breach of the Ban on Experintal Breeding to .” Sirius added, and he glanced inside the gap in the tin box. “Look at its tail. It’s forked in the back. This guy seems to be a mix of a common cat and a Crup…”
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