"Hehehehehe——" Xie Lin's laughter sounded untimely, and everyone could hear it. The laughter was full of ridicule, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to him.
"I really can't believe it -" Xie Lin opened his mouth and made a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, but did not try to hide the contempt and disdain in the corner of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, what on earth have I witnessed? ?”
"Are you meeting like-minded partners and planning to form a big alliance of villains?" Xie Lin laughed and said: "Is this the legendary combination of 'beauty and basilisk'? Oh, I'm sorry - I thought of pirates for a moment Wang, you forgot, maybe it would be more appropriate to call you 'The Demonic Trio'?"
"Even Lord Voldemort, who has been powerful in Great Britain for more than ten years, knows how to put down his dignity, protect himself wisely, and assess the situation. In comparison, you are still so young and you still have a longer future-" Morgan smiled sweetly: "Will you stop thinking about it, join us, and seek a way to achieve common prosperity with us?"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid your approach won't work on me. Being inferior to others means being inferior to others. There is no need to use fancy words of 'seeking common prosperity' to cover it up. I am not as innocent and cute as Lord Voldemort -" Xie Lin Regardless of Voldemort's livid expression, he said to himself: "Speaking of which, do you know that your overly enthusiastic solicitation rhetoric has exposed your true intentions?"
"There may be something about valuing talent and cherishing talent, but I don't believe that is your real purpose behind it. You said so much, you are nothing more than -" Xie Lin put away his playful smile and put on a serious expression, his eyes flashing. With a shrewd look, he said, "You just want me to appease Meredith's soul in you."
The corners of Morgan's originally raised lips instantly smoothed away. When she heard Xie Lin's words, she couldn't laugh anymore. She began to look at Xie Lin seriously and said softly: "It seems that you have done a lot of homework. You seem to know a lot about the situation between me and your little girlfriend!"
"Don't underestimate the heritage of the pure-blood family. Looking back carefully, the history of the Malfoy family is even earlier than the Avalon school you created -" Xie Lin said coldly: "What you did on Mei The method is not just bloodline fusion - it is an ancient black magic that relies on bloodline fusion as an opportunity to assimilate magic, spirit, soul, and body, and ultimately replaces the host as the core of the body."
"Well, you actually know about blood fusion. It seems that your intelligence ability has been greatly underestimated... But even if you know this, so what?"
"In fact, I'm afraid what I know is far beyond your imagination -" Xie Lin's lips curled up slightly: "Do you know that during your conversation just now, I guessed something else... "
"Oh, really? Tell me, what is it?" Morgan stared at Xie Lin with all his attention, his fiery eyes shining.
"As you said before, my wand has evolved, and the ancestor of the Thestral is the Night Corpse Dragon——"
"Yes, and what next?" Morgan nodded seriously and asked seriously.
"Do you still insist on continuing to pretend?" Xie Lin chuckled softly, raised the wand in his hand, and said: "My wand has indeed undergone magical changes, but ah-"
"I have already used alchemy to coat the outer layer of the wand with a layer of grape vine wood -" Xie Lin gently pinched the wand, and a trace of cracks suddenly appeared on the wand, and then layers of paper were compared. The thin wooden skin slowly fell off, and the wand changed from a charcoal black color similar to a fire stick to a slender wand covered in bright silver. The dark golden lines on the wand slowly lit up and dimmed. , maintaining the state of sometimes dark and sometimes bright, as if——
The wand is alive - it's breathing - and at the same time -
The air around the end of the wand seemed to be vibrating rapidly, as if invisible magic was about to erupt.
Suddenly, Voldemort and Barbarossa said "Ah" in unison. The two looked at each other, their expressions first showing shock, then slowly turning into seriousness.
Just at that moment, their wands suddenly vibrated very unusually, making their hands holding the wands feel as if they were electrocuted, and they felt numb and itchy, but this was just a small thing——
They suddenly and inexplicably felt that the mysterious link between themselves and the wand was suddenly broken.
They can no longer feel the comfortable and smooth feeling that they used to have when holding their own wands - now it feels more like they are borrowing someone else's wand to cast a spell, now it feels more like they are themselves I was borrowing someone else's wand to cast a spell. When I injected the magic power into the wand, it was full of jerkiness and indescribable awkwardness.
They all thought of a terrible possibility.
For some reason that they do not understand, their wands have lost their innermost spirituality and have become a standard spell-casting weapon, rather than a destined partner who can communicate with the caster and resonate with the magic power.
In this state, although they can still cast spells, the speed and fluency of spell casting, as well as the magic power and destructive power attached to the spell, will be greatly reduced.
If the opponent they are about to face is just an ordinary adult wizard, or even a mid-level Auror, then it doesn't matter. After all, the gap in strength is there and cannot be controlled by a magic wand. However, a few minutes ago, Voldemort was in an inseparable fight with Schelling. It could even be said that Voldemort was still faintly suppressed and at a disadvantage.
If the gap caused by the magic wand factor is added...
Now Voldemort's heart is filled with nothing but annoyance - Merlin's beard, tonight is the great day for my resurrection and return. I just want to be resurrected quietly, and the most I can do is kill a Potter. What did I do wrong? , why did the plot I expected collapse like this...
Not to mention Voldemort's broken heart, let us continue to turn the picture back to Schelling.
"The only way you can perceive its true state is those possibilities -" Schelling paused, looked at Morgan again, and then said slowly: "No matter which possibility it is, , are inseparable from the ancestor of the Yeqi, the Night Corpse Dragon, that is, something in your hand resonates with my wand. This kind of resonance is deeper than the soul, and can be said to be the deepest level - It can only be a thing from the same period and the same level as the Night Corpse Dragon..."
"It stands to reason that the most likely possibility is that you are holding the Elder Wand of the Peverell family - or the Death Wand. Through the resonance of the core of the Thestral's tail feather, you can guess the abnormality of my wand... …”
"But, fortunately, I happen to know the whereabouts of this wand. It is not in your hand, so I can rule out this possibility with great certainty-" Xie Lin smiled faintly, but there was a look in his eyes. Showing strong self-confidence, "I was still trying to figure out how you could see the changes in my wand, but the sense of blood power you just mentioned reminded me -"
"The blood flowing in your body - is the blood of one of the five ancient dragons, the Dragon King of Hell, right? A more accurate statement should be that the inheritance of the Avalon School you have heard about is actually inherited from the first batch of cultivators in ancient times. A wizard who practices the power of the dragon, right?"
"Awesome!" Morgan showed an appreciative look, and she clapped her hands gently, "You guessed it right. The power in my bloodline is indeed inherited from the Dragon King of Hell——"
"I really can't believe that you can infer so much information from just such a simple sentence. I have to admit that you are indeed the most outstanding genius of our time -"
"I'm really glad now. If it weren't for my deliberate arrangements, I tried every means to teleport you here alone, and let Voldemort fight you in the first place, forcing you to use your trump card skills in advance. Otherwise, Even though we have a large number of people here, I am afraid that many variables will have to be added to our confrontation with you today..."
(End of chapter)
