Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

Like a little devil, flapping its bat-like wings and stirring up the wind, a bloody heart was stuck in the small steel fork in its hand.

Sarco was looking forward to Snape's performance. Although he hadn't paid much attention to Snape or attended his classes recently, he had caught glimpses of Snape's increasingly haggard and hysterical face in the Great Hall.

This guy searched the castle like a madman, but the so-called clues have yet to appear.

He couldn't find the things he had lost, nor could he find any clues about Lily's photo and letter.

This nightmarish scene kept him tossing and turning every night, and he couldn't even fall asleep without the help of potions.

Despair tinged with a glimmer of hope is more painful than utter despair.

What interesting things would happen if Harry suddenly asked him that soul-searching question?

Harboring this wicked sense of humor, Sako looked forward to the story continuing, wondering if he would turn to the dark side after suffering such a series of blows. If he did, that would certainly be very interesting.

Before long, Ollivander and the headmasters of the three schools arrived in the classroom. Dumbledore gave a brief introduction to Ollivander, and then the wand testing process began.

"Nine and a half inches long...very flexible...made of maple...contains...oh my god..."

Ollivander examined Fleur's wand and exclaimed in surprise.

"It contains a Veela hair," Fleur said wearily. "My grandmother's."

“That’s right.” Ollivander nodded. “Of course, I’ve never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made from Veela hair are too sensitive and capricious.”

"Yes." Hibiscus raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at Sakho. "My sensitivity and willfulness have caused me some trouble."

"But it suits you quite well..." Ollivander didn't catch the hidden meaning and simply continued with the test: "The orchid is in full bloom."

After confirming that it was working properly, Ollivander returned the wand to Fleur.

Next up is Krum, whose wand was made by Gregorovich. The wand itself is fine, but Ollivander seems to have some issues with the wandmaker; Ollivander doesn't like his wand-making style.

Next up was Sarko.

"It's so good to see you're safe and sound."

After receiving Saco's wand, Ollivander said something that was hard to understand.

"What does this mean?" Sakho looked at Ollivander with some curiosity.

"Black smoke coming from a wand is not a good sign, child."

Ollivander shook his head slightly: "This wand is in your hands..." He hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "It's been quite mistreated in your hands."

"Huh?" Sakho looked at Ollivander, puzzled. "I didn't use it as a fire poker..."

"Your magic is too powerful. This wand has only been in your hands for less than three months, but its core is already starting to wear out."

"It won't affect its use, but I hope you can come to me at the end of this school year so I can replace the cane core for you. It would be best to replace it every year thereafter."

Ollivander looked up at Sarkos: "I know this wasn't intentional, but to be honest, it seems difficult for an ordinary wand to properly withstand the magic within you."

"So, after killing off my parents, relatives, and neighbors, I've started cursing magic wands now?"

Sakho grinned: "Looks like my ability to cause death wherever I go hasn't diminished at all."

These words gave one the creeps, but looking at Sarko's handsome smiling face, it seemed like he was joking.

"Too much magic?" Dumbledore asked softly, looking at Ollivander.

"It means exactly what it says," Ollivander replied calmly. "Just like a mountain torrent and a stream are both flowing water, but they can't be compared. However, the problem isn't just because of wizards; it also has a lot to do with the wand's material. Generally speaking, the stronger the wand core material, the more magic it can withstand. Thestral tail hair isn't a mainstream wand core, and hair-based cores are generally weaker."

Ollivander handed the wand back, then looked up at Dumbledore: "The wand chooses the wizard, but a powerful wizard also chooses the wand. Being together doesn't mean they can always be by each other's side, unless one can always keep up with the other's pace. It's like love. In my eyes, the wand and the wizard are like lovers. If they can stay together forever, that would be the best, but who can say for sure?"

"Well, I'm pretty bad then."

Sarko smiled knowingly.

"Now, it's Mr. Potter's turn."

Ollivander turned his gaze to Harry and took the wand from his hand.

The testing phase ended quickly, and next came the group photo session for the Warriors. Rita Skeeter stood to the side with a dark expression, while the photographer was very enthusiastic. He wanted to take more solo photos of Fleur, but after seeing that bastard Sakho had his arm around Fleur's waist, he, having been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), also darkened his face like Rita Skeeter.

Although they tried to make Sarko look ugly, the handsome guy, who was good-looking from every angle, didn't give him a chance at all.

After the group photo session, Furong, who was supposed to be preparing for the first competition, took off running as soon as she finished. After receiving guidance from teacher Rachel, Furong's running speed was astonishing. In the time it took for Sakho to turn around, she had already run far away.

"Damn, I got Mrs. Maxim sorted out for you, and now she's run off on her own..."

Sako glanced at Hibiscus's retreating figure and curled his lip in boredom: "Sure enough, the prettier the woman, the more likely she is to lie. Not a word of truth comes out of her mouth."

After thinking it over and over and realizing that he didn't seem to have much to do, Saco wandered around the castle somewhat bored. He estimated that it would take him several more months to empty Professor Flitwick's spells. He also needed to learn Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, Animation Transfiguration, and Animagus Transfiguration. Although he hadn't attended Potions class, he had flipped through most of the potion books in the library. Currently, he could easily concoct at least eighty to a hundred different potions by simply mixing them together.

"Maybe... I should consider stirring things up?"

Now that he has the basic ability to protect himself, Sakho's heart is itching a little. To be honest, in Sakho's mind, this world is like a huge, highly realistic game. After all, what normal person transmigrates with mods all over their body and has a Wind Spirit Moon Shadow on their body?

Even if it's a system, Sakho would accept it, however... he felt that the system was probably not as useful as the cheat he had on him.

This world felt too unreal to him.

With that thought in mind, Sako turned and headed towards the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

He suddenly remembered that there was a good gadget waiting for him to tinker with in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

Tom, he's such a sweet and caring friend.