After taking this green, crooked cedar wood wand into my hand.
In an instant it seemed like the whole world had changed.
The mind becomes brighter.
I am afraid that the previous behavior of using empty classroom desks and chairs to practice and then throwing them back without doing anything will happen again.
The brain is also more organized.
The little details in the corner of my eye also came into my mind.
A stream of information also poured into his mind.
The so-called true damage means that it ignores armor and magic resistance and directly causes damage.
This 50% means that half of the damage from the spells or [basic attacks] released is real damage.
The enemy who is hit will be unable to lie, which means that before the effect of the spell released with this wand is dispelled, it will be as if it has taken Veritaserum and cannot lie.
And his data panel was also updated accordingly.
[No.: 000000001]
[Magic Book Level: 3 (1100/100)]
[Name: Ryan Smith/Bajir Granger]
[Race: Wizard]
[Identity; Hogwarts·Gryffindor (fire spell blessing +1%)·First grader (distributed 20 gems every day)]
【Enrollment Date: 1991/07/27】
[HP: 10+15 (reverberation bonus: 1000 false HP: 142·341)]
[Magic: 7+9]
[Lucky value: 3～7]
[Family traits: Eye of True Sight (constant), Blood of the Red Dragon (to be ignited), Plant Affinity (Awakening), Magic Potion Mastery (Awakening)]
This [Eye of True Seeing] is the embodiment of the ability to penetrate reality.
The eye here does not refer to the eyes, but refers to the overall sensory abilities such as vision, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.
While his perception ability, that is, his insight, has been enhanced by 10%, his ability to identify lies has also been specially enhanced.
He could tell through the telescope whether the words of a man speaking a mile away were true.
He can lick the sweat of the speaker and sniff the fragrance to determine whether he is lying.
He can also judge the sincerity of a person's words simply by touching less than an inch of their skin.
Compared to this, being aware of Voldemort's attention was nothing significant.
However, it is a pity that there is one thing different from what Bagir imagined.
He did have a second one, a 'magic' bar that exuded a sense of reason and was as clear as crystal.
It also overlaps with the original 'magic' filled with majesty and fiery energy.
But they coexist only conceptually.
The 'magic' flowing in his body did not double with the appearance of the second [Wand Appearance] component.
Apart from multiple talents and some special functions, there are no other changes.
The so-called real injury is no more useful than a curse when dealing with ordinary wizards who have weak physical bodies, low physical defense, and no spiritual power to fill the magical magnetic field.
At most, there are more tricks.
Ordinary, unintentional magic spells can also be used as advanced spells such as jinxes.
That is to say, they are magical creatures with high physical and magic resistance, and elite wizards who master the spiritual power to fill the magic magnetic field have miraculous uses.
"The Bermuda Triangle is the most exaggerated area of magical magnetic field disorder on the entire earth. Even the Black Forest of Albania..."
On the other side, at Voldemort's request, Quirrell, who was giving a lecture with his back to the students, stiffened and his words got stuck.
Why did the master ask me to contact this brat?
Quirrell didn't dare to think, so he turned his head and abruptly changed the topic.
"Mr. Granger, come to the office after class. I found the answer to your last question."
Bagir nodded.
Hooked!
The little person inside pumped his fists excitedly.
In the Defense Against Dark Arts office on the third floor, Quirrell turned his back to Bagir.
Quirrell took off his scarf, revealing his surprisingly small, bald head.
There is a face on the back of this bald head.
The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.
Opposite him, Bagir took out a shabby diary with a black cover from his schoolbag.
At the same time, his blue eyes suddenly lost focus.
A voice rang out from the book.
Bajir's mouth opened and closed in unison, and his clear, clean, textured voice seemed particularly strange now.
"Long time no see, Voldemort, my so-called subject, shameful loser."
"Loser?" A hoarse sneer came from that face, "Abandoned remnant, a little kid looking forward to his father's love, a fragment of the humble Riddle. Who gave you the courage to mock the purest and inherit the great Slytherin Bloodline, mine, just one step away from becoming the King of Wizards?”
"King of Wizards?" Two sneers overlapped, "Oh? Who is under the smelly scarf? I thought it was the little Yakuza?"
"Enough!" the face shouted, "Speak out your purpose! You must understand that you are only the most insignificant of the five guarantees (Nagini is not a Horcrux yet, and Voldemort does not know that Harry is a Horcrux )!"
The diary taunted: "Your 'loyal' servant sent me to Hogwarts to kill this boy. To cover up the fact that the so-called Malfoy family is now just a toothless tiger. Tell others Family, even if Malfoy loses his seat on the Hogwarts board of directors and has several shops closed down, he is still not easy to mess with."
The red eyes on that face were narrowed tightly, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad: "Send 'me'? It seems they really don't think I will make a comeback?"
The face began to question itself. The diary also remained silent at the right time.
He also used them to refer to all the Death Eaters, including Malfoy, who, after his defeat, slipped back among his enemies and claimed that they were innocent, unknowing, and under the Imperius Curse.
"Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me proving my potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"
"I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they have pledged their allegiance to someone else now... maybe it is the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus... Dumbledore?"
"But obviously not, they are not afraid of Dumbledore. They just believe that I can't make a comeback!"
Quirrell, who was controlled by that face, and Bagir, who was controlled by the diary, both trembled involuntarily because they were angry.
"Master, put down your anger!" Chiro begged for mercy again and again.
"Shut up!" X3
The face then continued: "So, I think that except for my friends who are suffering in Azkaban, other betrayers who claim to be my servants need to pay a profound price. Death Eaters are It’s a big tree with too many branches and leaves rotting. It needs to be pruned.”
He turned his head and looked at the diary.
It seems to mean something.
"So we also need to add new blood. The boy possessed by you is one of them."
The diary, together with the "controlled" boy, raised his head, "This is also a servant I value. In fact, I came to you. I just hope that you can find a way to send me out. A truly safe channel. Don't be like Lu Xiu As rough as Malfoy's - a unicorn tail-feather binding that held me down and dropped me through an owl into the boy's arms."
"Safe? Hogwarts is the safest place. If you want to be safe, you should stay away from me." The face said this first, and then pointed the alder wand to the other side of the head.
There was a flash of red light and Quirrell lost consciousness.
