The surprise instantly enveloped Lun. He immediately looked at the crazy girl lying on the sofa burping on her back. When he noticed Lun's gaze, Luna turned her silver-gray eyes on Lun.

The two looked at each other for a moment until Hermione gave a reminder: "Luna...I think Lunn wants to see the old wand with his own eyes..."

"I know... I just don't want to touch it with my hands..." Luna said reluctantly. She took out a package wrapped in blue cloth from her waist bag, and then carefully opened the package to reveal the true appearance of the wand. She pinched the root of the wand with her fingernails, and seemed to have no intention of making her hands touch the wand more, and then she twisted it in front of Lun.

Lun looked at Luna's cautious posture, his back couldn't help but straighten, and his raised hands couldn't help but shrink back: "Luna, you are so cautious... it's very dangerous? How should I get it?"

Without an immediate answer, Luna let go of her hand and landed it in Lun's hand that was still panicked because she saw the wand falling.

"No danger, just take it like this... I just think it has an almond smell." Luna seemed to be afraid that the almond smell she said would spread to her mouth. Her mouth opened very little and her voice was a little vague.

Others have long been accustomed to crazy words that are often puzzling and will not be strange. Lun gave up the idea of ​​exploring the ultimate and looked at the six sections of the elderberry wand with concentration.

Penelo looked a little unhappy, looked at the old wand and muttered in a low voice: "If you give it, cherish it and don't worry about breaking it..."

"The old wand is the most ignorant and most calm and cruel wand. It only considers ability... Other wands will maintain a certain loyalty to a wizard, so even if you are used to "destroy your weapon", they will continue to hold that wand. Even if you fail in the war, but still hold that wand, the wand will serve you... They will not give up the master of the wand so easily... Of course, if a wand chooses a capable person, they will prefer the master they choose...

"Allen, also a master of staff, explained the characteristics of the wand, "But this old wand is different. It is only loyal to abilities, so it is completely emotional...it goes with the power. If you win, then you win the wand, so it is wrong to have it. You just need to defeat him, so I set up a trap to get it from Dumbledore, avoiding further conflict with the White Wizard..."

"And the old wand may make our spell more powerful than our Mirsilan wand, but other functions are not more suitable for us than Mirsilan wand." Hermione, as the witch who put the laxative into the crystal basin, knew what the trap Alan was talking about. From Luna's attitude of grasping the wand, she wisely noticed the secret, and her face became a little pale. "So this old wand is still shameful. We cannot use him openly, otherwise Allen's efforts to avoid causing conflict will be in vain..."

Luna, who was usually a little sloppy, was using her hands to clean up. She said in a daze: "I don't need to use it to cast spells, I just study and explore the secret of the power of death through it."

"What a pity..." Lun seemed to be obsessed with the old wand. As he said, he suddenly put the old wand in front of him and sniffed it, because Luna's previous words made Lun hypnotize himself, and smelled the non-existent smell. "Luna, don't you like the smell of almonds? I think the smell of almonds is quite nice..."

"Vomit..." At this time, Alan, who was sitting aside, suddenly leaned forward and couldn't help but retching to the ground.

Lun was startled by his brother's sudden and intense reaction. He dropped his wand and quickly patted Allen's back, and asked repeatedly with concern: "What's wrong, what's wrong with you Allen?"

"What? It really has the flavor of macaroni sweet cake?" Luna raised her eyes and then leaned forward, unable to control her retching to the ground - then she turned into real vomiting, and the oysters were spit out.

"Macaroni Cookies? Dumbledore was very happy for a while last semester... Uh?" Hermione got stuck. She finally figured out the connection between the smell of almonds and the old wand and the laxatives she placed by herself. So Hermione leaned forward and couldn't help but retching to the ground.

"No! Someone poisoned the oysters!!!" Penelo saw that the three of them were vomiting. She kicked the table in front of her and started to bounce it up. She quickly took out the general antidote equipped by Auror with her right hand, and opened Allen's mouth and poured it in. This kind of potion that was extremely bitter but could boost the poisoned wizard's spirit slid into Allen's stomach along Allen's mouth.

Anka thought Penelo was attacking Allen madly, and flapped his wings and wanted to come and help, but was imprisoned by the anxious witch without any reservation.

"Penello, stop... this is not... well!" After a long time of brewing, Allen finally successfully spoke, but Penelo thought he was going to refuse and wanted to leave the potion to others, so Penelo poured the potion in his hand in the moment he opened his mouth and Alan's words were held back again.

Because of the bitter potion and the oysters in the belly, Alan was shaking from head to toe like Dumbledore being filled with medicine by Harry in that cave...

Later, after Hermione who had recovered from the rest of the body, Alan who had recovered from the body roughly explained, Lun and Penelo also joined the chorus of dry retching - especially Lun, who began to produce a lot of old human flavor on the old wand at close range.

After more than ten minutes, everyone in the private reception room changed the flavor again, and the mobile phone robot had been busy cleaning the room for a long time.

Penelo, who had been locked up with a stomach full of antidotes for Allen out of thin air, looked shy, but she still maintained her face and forced herself to maintain her dignity: "I told you! Don't eat so many oysters next time, you'll have to eat them badly..."

After saying that, Penelo squeezed out a smile at Anka who was asking for comfort on Allen's thigh without showing a jealous expression, which made Hermione sarcastically sarcastically-for Penelo, it could almost be considered as an apology for Penelo.

Lun leaned all his strength on the sofa and gasped, and he gave himself a sip of tea: "Luna, what are you saying next time... Please explain it clearly."

The surging feeling in his stomach relieved a little Alan put down his hand rubbing against his nose, looked up at Lun, who had no intention of leaving at all, and looked a little suspicious. Judging from Lun's past style of behavior, he would leave very quickly and neatly to avoid ridicule and embarrassment after losing the person. But now he had recovered but had stayed in the room for so long and had not left.

So Allen, who decided to resolve the current atmosphere, took the initiative to ask: "Lunn, then what's going on?"

"It's okay... Uh, I mean it's not serious..." Lunn coughed lightly and seemed much more squeamish than usual, "Allen, the weather is so good today, should we fight Quidditch?"

"After we vomiting? I don't know you're so obsessed with this sport..." Allen raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother, and the girls in the room also stared at the Director Harris.
Chapter completed!