"A soul that has not yet died? What are you talking about?..."

Nicklemay asked with a frown.

Dumbledore said without hiding it from him.

"Voldemort--The soul of Tom Riddle."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the living room became quiet.

Nicklemay looked at Dumbledore deeply.

"Are you sure you're not making a wrong decision?"

“I hope it wasn’t a bad decision.”

Nicklemay waved his hand: "Then do what you want to do. As long as you decide correctly, things will not be too bad. This box of Philosopher's Stone is given to you for your custody. I originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but I couldn't let it be buried with me."

Dumbledore was not polite to him, and took the box of pieces and put them in his pocket.

"There's another thing you want to take a look at, and I think you should be interested in it."

Dumbledore looked at Lynn, and Nicklemay also looked at the boy in his eyes.

Lynn stretched out his left arm in front of them, and a black diamond mark could be clearly seen on his wrist. The mark spread to Lynn's palm under the eyes of the three, and finally, in which unknown how it emerged from his skin into his hands.

It was a pitch-black metal rod.

Nicklemay stared at the scene with wide eyes, which made his already protruding eyes seem to be about to pop out.

His hands trembled slightly and stretched towards the [scepter] on Linn's hand. Linn did not stop him and allowed him to hold the [scepter] in his hand.

“This is…This is…”

Dumbledore took his words.

"This is Hogwarts' treasure, the perfect alchemy creation [Scepter] that gathers the wisdom of the four wizards."

"Yes, this is indeed a treasure!"

Nicklemay gently stroked the surface of [Scepter], and the cold and smooth texture seemed to make him feel extremely mysterious.

"Before creating the Philosopher's Stone, I heard that there was such a thing. Gryffindor invited the fairy craftsman with the best craftsman in Europe at that time, and Hufflepuff found the most precious material in the world. Ravenclaw engraved the magic text representing wisdom... Ah! It seems that it has completed the last craft and bathed in the glorious blood of Slytherin! What a wonderful idea!"

Just listening to this can tell that the old man Nicklemay is indeed something. At least Lynn doesn't know where he saw that this stick had been stained with the blood of the snake monster.

He looked at [Scepter] excitedly, with only praise and no greed in his eyes. After all, he has lived for so long and can even face death without changing his expression. How could he have such emotions towards a junior?

Nicklemay returns [Scepter] to Lynn.

"Do you want to know about the purpose of this [Scepter]?"

Lynn nodded.

After killing the snake monster and [Scepter] was completely activated, he only used this thing to turn into a dagger and cut off the snake monster's armor.

It seemed that it could turn into various cold weapons according to its own wishes, but Lynn always felt that its function was far more than that, so he consulted Dumbledore. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore took this opportunity to bring him to Nicklemay.

"Yes, after it is activated, it can be used as a magic wand, and it can also become a variety of weapons as I think."

Nicklemay shook his head.

"It's good to have a wand, but this feature is only an additional feature, and as for how it can be turned into various weapons, you'll say it's simple."

He suddenly asked Lynn a question.

"How are your transformation class grades?"

Lynn said honestly: "It's not my strength, but it's not my weakness. It's probably the level of an adult wizard who just graduated from Hogwarts."

"It's amazing to have such a level at your age." Nicklemay praised Lynn sincerely, and then said, "You can try to turn this scepter into a creature other than a weapon, or an animal."

Lynn's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, isn’t the biggest wonder of Transformation lies in the fact that it can turn dead objects into living objects?

He had never tried this before, and his thinking was limited to the circle of [Scepter] being a weapon, it could only become a weapon.

Lin Neng held the [scepter] in his palm, driving it to deform in his mind.

The black metal rod quickly turned into a pool of black liquid, and then transformed and reshaped in the middle of Lynn's palm, turning into a black crow in just three seconds.

The crow jumped in Lynn's palm like a real living creature, then spread its wings, flew around the living room of Lemay's house, and finally fell back on Lynn's shoulder.

Not only that, Lynn was also surprised to find that he could share his senses with the crow turned into by the [scepter], and be able to see the vision it sees and hear the sound it can hear.

"This [Scepter] contains a powerful magical text of transformation, and the material is very plastic. As long as you can think of it, there is nothing that it cannot be transformed. The most important thing is that it does not require the user's magical level to be strong, nor does it require you to chant spells or wave the magical wand. As long as you think of it in your mind, it will make changes according to your will.

And you can use magic through it even when it is transformed, after all, the essence has not been changed."

The crow standing on Lynn's shoulder turned black liquid again and flowed into his palm, and finally turned into a pitch-black dagger.

As Nicklemay said, he tried to point the dagger at the black tea on the tea table that had been half drunk, and gently tapped the edge of the teacup with the tip of the sword, using a full spell.

The spell took effect without any obstacles. The black tea that I had drunk half a cup was then filled with a full cup, which was consistent with Nicklemay's statement. Even during the deformation process, this [scepter] still has the characteristics of casting spells.

Lynn keenly discovered the importance of this function.

Now it is difficult for him to let go of the Nicklemay family to try it out. If he used not to use the full curse to swing his sword just now, but to use a magical sword. Isn’t this equivalent to disguised sword energy?

"Of course these functions are all included with it. The biggest purpose of the Four Wizards making such a thing is to obtain a name for it. [Scepter], and the person who owns it is the Lord of Hogwarts who is orthodoxly recognized by the Four Wizards."

Nicklemay chuckled as he looked at Dumbledore and Lynn.

"With this thing, your position in Hogwarts should be much more orthodox than Albus."
Chapter completed!