I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 15 is the most evil! That's right, it's me. (Keep reading!)

quiet--

Dead silence—

Ollivander slumped his chin and stared at him speechlessly.

Hagrid looked down in shock. If it was just a child's 'ignorant' chatter in his hunting lodge, then...

So now, he is blatantly threatening others.

This practice is almost identical to that of a dark wizard.

"Be smart, Mr. Ollivander. I'm just here to buy a wand, you understand?"

Irving continued to chuckle, like a venomous snake wearing a mask.

"If you can, could you take out the box on the far right of the third row of the fourth shelf so I can try it?"

Ollivander's face turned ashen, a strange fear flashing in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that he would be frightened by a little wizard.

But just as the child looked at him with the magic wand, a series of terrifying images suddenly flashed through his mind.

One of the scenes depicts his tragic death under the curse of death.

Could this be Legilimency?

Ollivander's pupils constricted. Rumor had it that the Legilimency Master could freely view other people's memories, even implanting completely fabricated memories into their minds, turning others into his puppets.

In his experience, there are very few masters of Legilimency in the wizarding world who can use this magic to such an extent.

Dumbledore is one of them.

—Grindelwald—He also seems to be a master of Legilimency.

The famous botanist Liu Huaqiang once said: When you doubt whether a melon is ripe or not, you already doubt its ripeness in your mind, so whether you cut it open or not is meaningless.

Once suspicion arises, the charge is already established.

In an instant, Ollivander no longer had any doubts about Owen's identity.

Holding that person's wand, he possessed terrifyingly high magical talent and an evil mind; at such a young age, he had already mastered such a terrifying spell.

All signs indicate that the child is indeed that person's descendant!

Even if not, they could be that person's successor.

Mr. Ollivander, feeling increasingly threatened, stiffly turned his head to look in the direction Owen had indicated.

Yes—it's that magic wand.

Sweat beaded on his temples.

How could it be that magic wand?

—Mr. Ollivander felt a bitter taste in his mouth; today was truly his unlucky day.

About seventy years ago, when he was still young.

When Mr. Ollivander first heard about the Elder Wand from his father, he was deeply attracted by that extraordinary wand.

That night, Grindelwald's intrusion, witnessing his father being tortured before his eyes, and hearing that the man had stolen the Deathly Hallows, only intensified his obsession, driving him to madness.

Those who use magic wands are probably not quite right in the head.

Perhaps it was resentment, perhaps it was anger, perhaps it was a challenge to the greater Old Man's Wand.

Mr. Ollivander began a frantic research into how to create a powerful wand.

The magic wand placed at the bottom of the shelf is a product of that era.

After the madness—the ramblings left behind.

Elegy – [Elderberry, Phoenix Tail Feather Cane Heart, 14 inches.]

Compared to the legendary Elder Wand, [elder, Thestral tail feather, fifteen inches].

They originated from the same source.

It can be said that this wand, which he named "Elegy," is the most powerful wand that a wizard can create.

Mr. Ollivander, who had never actually handled the Elder Wand, could not distinguish the difference between the two wands.

but--

This is absolutely his best work in his life!

"No!" Ollivander shouted in protest.

"You don't understand, you'll go mad! It will torment the mind of every wizard who comes into contact with it!"

Elderberry, phoenix tail feathers.

How could a phoenix tainted by death submit to others?

If it no longer fears death, what else could it fear?

Since its creation, no wizard has ever been able to wield it, not even its creator.

"Unless—it's the most evil dark wizard!"

Ollivander said with a deep gaze.

Perhaps that person will come and wield this magic wand.

But Irving—he's still just a kid.

Even with the highest magical talent, it is still just talent.

"Evil?" Owen looked up abruptly upon hearing this.

Wow! That's a familiar way to address someone!

It's been a long time since anyone called him that since the second playthrough started!

"The most evil one! That's right, it's me."

Irving Sanchez.

Anyone who has ever met him in his first playthrough would never associate words like gentle and kind with him.

A man Voldemort tattooed on his back.

A man so cruel that even Death Eaters fear him.

A man who truly embodies the Sanchez lineage.

A man who gets kicked by every dog ​​he passes on his way to school.

So he completely ignored Ollivander.

With a flick of his wand, a subtle summoning spell instantly connected with the box in the corner, delivering it to Owen's hands.

"This—" Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid both stared wide-eyed.

The Huaqiang Law has been triggered again!

Mr. Ollivander felt that if the images that had just appeared in his head could still be explained as mere imagination.

This scene now almost confirms that the little wizard in front of us is anything but simple.

Hagrid was also awestruck by Owen's exquisite magic.

He didn't have much talent for spells, and he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year. For the past few years, he has devoted his energy to caring for magical creatures.

It's hard to say that, aside from his size, Hagrid's actual strength is probably not even as good as that of a fifth or sixth-grade wizard.

That's why he was so shocked by Irving.

This child reminded him of someone.

A person who can't even say their name.

"It's quite beautiful." Upon opening the box, a crimson magic wand lay quietly inside.

This wand was the first impression Owen had.

Like—very much like.

It looks a lot like the Elder Wand.

Only the area where the hands grip is engraved with extremely intricate markings, like tiny feathers, allowing them to be distinguished.

Then, Owen glanced at Mr. Ollivander with a sweet smile on his face.

The three great families of rod makers in Europe have a long and distinguished history, even predating some ancient pure-blood families.

They know so many magical secrets.

Even so, he couldn't resist his strong obsession with replicating the Elder Wand.

He could understand; after all, no wandmaker could resist the temptation of the Elder Wand, the pinnacle of wandmaking.

But—if the Elder Wand were so easy to concoct, what would be the point of calling it a Deathly Hallows?

Owen immediately grabbed the wand and held it in his hand.

He wanted to see what power this little thing that was tempting him possessed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Holding it felt like clutching a warm piece of jade; the wand even had a temperature, which was very comforting.

Although I have a draft, it's just a draft and needs to be revised, such as the jokes.

There wasn't much to do in the morning, but people kept walking past my workstation, making it difficult to secretly write a book.

Okay, I'll try my best to slack off from now on!

(End of this chapter)