The village of Ottery San Catchipol,

Not far from William's house, a small wooden house was built separately as a temporary wand making room.

William stood in a room full of discarded magic materials and took three magic wands from a short and chunky old man.

Before going to Egypt, he asked Grigovic to copy some old wands.

The work had been completed at this time, and he began to carefully check these fakes.

It is worthy of being produced by Grigovic, a man who once held an old magic wand and studied it for more than ten years. It must be a fine product.

At least, William used these three magic wands, which were much more powerful than ordinary magic wands.

Correspondingly, the feel is not that smooth.

This is the difference between Ollivand and Grigovic.

The former pursues the unity of the wizard and the wand; the latter pursues the ultimate power.

But for Voldemort, he is now pursuing ultimate power.

Therefore, he, who has never been exposed to the old wand, will definitely take it as the authentic product when he gets a wand that is obviously more powerful than the purple-shirted wood wand.

You may even feel unprecedented excitement and excitement as before as the first time.

Unfortunately, fake is fake and cannot replace the real one.

William held a magic wand and released several Avadas in succession to gnaw on the big melons, and the inside of the magic wand began to collapse.

This feeling... It's like an ultra-thin 001 that is claimed to be unwrapped. Just as I was carrying a gun and got on my horse, I sprinted twice and then threw off my armor...

Breaked.

At this time, you just want to scold:

rnm,

Refund money!

But William was very satisfied with this effect. He wanted Voldemort to get what he wanted most, but in the next second he found that... had been jumped by the immortal.

He looked at Grigovic again and whispered:

"I also need you to make a magic wand, I provide the materials, and I have to make them according to my steps."

He took out the elder vine and hippo ivory wand.

Then, he handed over the steps of refining the old magic wand.

Grigovic didn't care much about elderberry, it looked ordinary and no difference from ordinary elderberry.

The old man's eyes were attracted by the hippo horn wand.

The wand was filled with light, emitting a sharp breath of death. With his years of eyesight, you can tell at a glance that it is quite good.

He checked it carefully for a while and said in shock:

"This wand is an ancient Egyptian craft. I once dug... ahem, I have collected several antiques, but none of them are comparable to it.

The wand also contains the name of Ramses II...

Oh, William, you are not going to Egypt to rob tombs during this period, right?”

He still remembers reporting in the news that many wizards died in the alchemy conference held in Egypt.

Many fairies were also missing in the Gringotts in Egypt.

This is the right one!

Sure enough...William goes wherever he goes, something happens.

You said you were a little Egypt and asked William to go...why did you mess with him?!

Grigovic started to complain in his heart.

"It's not a tomb robber, it was found unintentionally in Egypt." William smiled.

This wand was the wand of Ramses II, which was finally stolen by Moses. When he left Egypt, he used magic to separate the Red Sea.

Morgan didn't know how he got it, so he deliberately gave it to the goblin and lured William into the Holy Lake.

Now this wand is naturally William's.

Its power is beyond doubt.

William was preparing to use it as the core of the staff, and the elderberry of the Death God is made of wood... to make a new magic wand.

It is still following the steps of the Deathly Hallows, but it is not made by the Death God.

Don’t worry, it’s a copycat, or an imitation... at least the autonomy is in your own hands, not in the hands of the god of death.

After hearing William's request, Grigovic looked like a waste of resources.

"This is a work of art, it is history, you just ruined it?"

"This is important to me, Mr. Grigovic," William said seriously.

"Okay..." Grigovic sighed.

He was saved by William and owed the other party a life and could not refuse.

After a few more words, William left the wooden house and walked towards the yard.

Walking to the river, he saw Hermione and Anne fighting.

Hermione called it: Teach Anne's fighting skills.

Annie claimed that she was experiencing domestic violence, which was the oppression of the minor by adults and wanted her brother to help her.

Well, in fact, my sister-in-law doesn’t like her sister-in-law, and she also wants to be a person in this family... She doesn’t agree with each other, so she starts a fight.

The two little girls fight, even the movements are as beautiful as picturesque... This is different from the old lady fights.

It would be even better if Anne could be replaced with Furong.

William was very excited, applauding and fanning the flames, and he looked like he was not interested in watching the fun.

Then, they made the two of them join forces and attack him together.

Fortunately, William escaped quickly and avoided the two men's vicious hands.

He could only sigh that this family could not stay and anyone could bully him.

Especially Hermione, she will only be stubborn!

When crossing the wooden bridge of the river, William saw Luna.

She was riding a young unicorn, wandering under the big oak tree.

She had her white feet, two carrot-like earrings, and a ridiculous sunflower with a string of shell wind chimes hanging on it.

"Good afternoon, William." Luna greeted in a daze.

"Hello, Luna, long time no see."

"Welcome home, I heard Annie say, you saved Harry from the Underworld, how about it?"

"Everything goes well, Harry is now at Hogwarts," William said.

Luna wanted to speak but stopped, looking at William with her strangely slim eyes:

"Is the underworld interesting? I mean, can you see the dead?"

"They are all under the Styx," William looked at her and said, "Why, do you have someone you want to meet?"

"Yeah!" Luna whispered: "My mother, she likes experimenting very much.

One day, one of her spells went wrong and... died.

I was nine years old that year.”

William was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, I..."

"Oh, no apology," Luna said slowly, "I still feel sad about this sometimes.

But no matter what, that doesn't mean I will never see my mom again, doesn't it?"

She said in a chanting tone:

“What we lose will eventually return in some way, even if that is not the way you expect.”

William stared at Luna, staring at this young girl who was a little strange in behavior but was actually very attractive.

"I'm very interested in the underworld. Can you tell me about your adventure with Hermione?" Luna's eyes were gentle, and she whispered: "I can write a story for you."

"You can still write books?" William couldn't help laughing.

"Of course, every time my father gets drunk and doesn't have time to get a manuscript, I will help him write it." Luna raised her head.

"Every time the readers responded enthusiastically, especially the patients at St. Mungo Magic Hospital."

“…”

Those who like emotions are all wizards with mental problems.
To be continued...