On the wand making platform, the black-bottomed silver-shaped tape measure shook Grigovic's fingertips, and the tape measure automatically stretched out and flew around Dumbledore. Grigovic recorded the corresponding data on the parchment.

"Dumbledore, Germany seems to be quite peaceful since you helped me fight back that man's Death Eater last time... Do you think they will come to me?" After a rustling sound, the wand maker who temporarily put away his quill pen asked, "This group of thugs seems to have snatched the wealth of several pure blood families abroad... Do the mysterious people are forced to be in a hurry? I don't think they will find much in the ancestral homes of those families... What they should go to is Guling."

Dumbledore opened his arm and asked the tape measure to measure his arm length. "Tom was anxious. He found that he had an opponent who was completely invincible, but he was unwilling to admit it and was not willing to accept it. So in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit soldiers, what is more important is to try to strengthen his own abilities. Therefore, before the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the old wand, you are not safe here."

"When it comes to the whereabouts of the old wand... this is the most ignorant and most calm and cruel wand... He constantly lures his master to fight, but he is not a fixed loyalty to a certain person. It has no long-term master and will constantly cause struggles..." Grigovic leaned closer to Dumbledore, "Now it will actually lose traces from your hands, which confirms this statement... Dumbledore, please forgive me for taking the liberty, I am really curious... Dumbledore, who in the world can take the old wand from your hands?" Grigovic quietly looked at Dumbledore's expression, "Is it Alan Harris?"

"Oh? Why do you think it's him?" Dumbledore's expression looked surprised. "Grigovic, why do you think it's him?"

"The mysterious man wanted to find me to learn about the old wand, so he naturally didn't know that the old wand was in your hands... and you have lost it... Then only Alan Harris is possible in the world's powerful wizards." Grigovic pulled out a new piece of parchment with a rough and slender finger, "and you have lost it now... Then there are only three of the most powerful wizards in the world..." Grigovic looked at Dumbledore's expression, "But from your expression, it seems that it was not him? Could it be... it was stolen? Unfortunately, the old wand must be defeated before it can change hands. If he doesn't know this, it seems that he has to wait for you to meet Merlin for decades to exert its power."

Dumbledore sighed: "The old wand was taken away by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters when I happened to be infected... I was unable to resist. But at that time the other party put the wand in my hand and used your weapon again... So unfortunately, the other party seemed to fully understand the secret."

"I guess it's pure blood with some background...at least he should be a mixed-race... Muggles don't know this." Grigovic nodded, "So, Dumbledore, do you think it would be Alan Harris?"

"To be honest, I have doubts... Since the two of them were pretending Death Eaters, they didn't take the opportunity to kill me... If the whole thing was a trap, it was indeed Allen's style and his attitude towards me... But Grigovic, I think you should also notice from TV that he has completely gotten rid of his dependence on the wand..." Dumbledore shook his head, "You seem to be interested in him extra today?"

"The Umbrella Company just gave me an invitation letter, inviting me to live and open a shop in the floating city." Grigovic pointed to the letter he had received before, "I just want to know more about him from you."

"Oh? You are invited too..." Dumbledore frowned and pondered for a moment, "If you are willing to go to Hogwarts, your safety is indeed no problem, but what about your current thoughts?"

"I didn't think much about safety issues... But Dumbledore, I'm old..." Grigovic squeezed out a bitter smile. "It's a bit difficult to make a magic wand that I've had for a lifetime. I just noticed that core-powered auxiliary function... seems to help me continue my career."

"It's a good thing to look at it like this...Dermstrong students can go to the floating city during the holidays and buy a magic wand...Ollivand will be very happy that a colleague will be in close communication and competition with him." Dumbledore heard what the other party thought and blessed him, "Speaking of all, he learned a lesson from Allen recently and started to make a magic wand with metal."

"This is also the reason why I want to go over and see..." Grigovic responded excitedly, and found that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to have a strong interest in the wands in a row of cabinets. Grigovic, who knew that the other party was unwilling to say more, turned around and opened a cabinet door. The wand maker pulled out a big box, which contained all kinds of wood stickers with labels. He picked out three woods and pulled out.

"Ollivand is obsessed with 'choosing a wizard', but I'm not the case... Most mediocre or young wizards who have just entered school choose the ones in my box. I think that tailor-made wizards like you can achieve your potential... I remember you have a phoenix, and the core of the stick is made with this tail feather of the magical animal that is closely related to you." Grigovic used his wand to float over, pointing to the soap beside the basin, "But before testing these three woods, Dumbledore, you have to wash your hands. You just ate too many pastries with your hands when you were watching TV..."

Back at the Monte family mansion, Voldemort's heavy leather boots stepped on the scarlet and viscous liquid on the ground, and the splashed blood slid off his leather boots.

In the room, the blood slowly solidified and began to turn black. Only the smell of blood continued to spread. A cold hissing sound rang out. Behind Voldemort, Nagini's undulating body, bypassing the corpses in a row, leaving winding, wide blood dragging tracks on the floor. Judging from the human figure in its belly, it had a full meal.

Grigor Monte, the heir of the Monte family, was not like the distant relatives of his elders who died in this conference room. He was still alive intact and curled up in the corner, staring tremblingly as the Dark King in front of him.

The terrifying pale face of Voldemort snake had a gloomy twisted smile on its face, and its pupils were like a thin slit to meet the boy lying on the ground like mud. On its slender palm was a dry human eye covered by a glass cover carved with complex magical texts.

"Very good, dear Grigor, you didn't lie... I saw the truth looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the Eye of Vic. "Video I'm looking for." Voldemort possessed his head, which looked like he didn't look very ups and downs, and he approached the boy on the ground with his side face. "You know the truth about the current affairs better than your stupid relatives..."

"The most...the most noble Dark King, please spare my life...I...I still have some use. Most of the wealth of the Monte family is placed in the Gringott. As the only heir, I need to take them out." Grigor was frightened, with a hint of hope in his heart. Now the Dark King has found what he wants, maybe he can let him go - he can't wait to return to Demstrong and return to his father's protection.

Voldemort turned his chilling eyes on Grigor's face a few times: "Lucius?"

"Master, the wealth we have stolen recently is still enough to deal with it... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose a better target..." Lucius lowered his head and walked forward quickly, looking down at Grigor who was slung on the ground without emotion. "The fairies of the Gringott are very smart. Although the boy in front of him is indeed qualified to inherit the wealth of their family, he cannot get any gold before proving that his elders die...Master, we don't need to delay this..."

Grigor was so scared that he could not even shout out words of begging for mercy, but after Lucius finished speaking, he looked up slightly and looked at Voldemort sideways, trying to see his attitude from the master's expression, but he saw that his cold mouth was no longer moving, and his slender fingers pressed on his arm, carefully checking the news, and seemed to have no attention to his careful reply - he was completely clear about the unfriendly relationship between the Monte family and the Harris family. Seeing the opportunity, Lucius pushed the Monte family in the direction of destruction.

The low hissing sound made the Death Eaters present shudder. The giant snake under Voldemort's feet leaned out and raised its body vertically. Its body was as thick as a human thigh, its eyes did not blink, and its pupils were vertical.
Chapter completed!