Capítulo 375: Chapter 375: Revelations from the core of the wand
Ivan followed Mr. Weasley through the doors into a smaller room and heard only Eric's last words.
After tests, the core of his wand was actually an unidentified substance.
Ivan frowned slightly. This was really strange, how could the core of his wand be an unknown substance, shouldn't it be the tail hair of a Thestral?
He remembered walking into Ollivander's two years ago with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, and it was all vivid in his mind.
When he held the wand in his hand, a milky white halo, like ripples on water, spread out in circles.
He thought it was a simple magical reaction, just like when other young wizards were first selected by their own wands, the end of the wand emitted simple magic like fireworks and lightning, which was a very normal phenomenon.
But its magical and effusive scene at that time was too shocking. The magic seemed so powerful, and it was not like that of a young wizard who had just come into contact with magic.
Ivan also secretly rejoiced that it was a manifestation of his talent.
But now, thinking about it, it was really very strange and weird.
Throughout these two years of research, he always felt that something was wrong.
After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not reproduce the powerful fluctuation of magic that occurred when those halos first appeared.
As his soul understood the magic, he found that the descriptions of this magic seemed to be particularly familiar. In fact, it was similar to what happened when he first received his own.
Coming to this conclusion, Ivan was truly shocked.
He immediately rejected the idea, thinking that he had made a mistake.
Mysterious soul magic had always been considered an extension of evil black magic. It was very esoteric, complex and unpredictable, and therefore difficult to master.
He was just a young magician who didn't know anything at the time. Even if he had the talent, he couldn't use soul magic when he first grabbed his wand.
He didn't tell anyone, and he had almost forgotten about it.
But today he heard Eric's words, and it awakened Ivan's mind once again.
Maybe it wasn't caused by him, but by the core of this wand!
Ollivander had once told him that the core of this wand was the Tail Hair of a Thestral, the same as that of the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand.
In fact, as an embodiment of misfortune, the Tail Hair of a Thestral was a very strange substance.
Legend had it that only wizards who could master death could control it.
The power of this magical substance was very strong, but it was not rare. What happened when he grabbed the wand should not have happened, and the core should have been identified.
A small doubt arose in Ivan's mind, perhaps because he didn't know enough about wands and Thestral hair.
Or perhaps the core of his wand was not the Tail Hair of a Thestral at all.
After all, this wand was not made by Ollivander himself. It was passed down to him by his ancestors.
It was not impossible that he had accidentally remembered something wrong or that, for some unknown reason, he did not want to tell her the truth.
Although he had little contact with him, Ivan could clearly sense that Ollivander had too many secrets. The golden letters above the door of his store read, "Ollivander: Makers of fine rods since 382 BC."
At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this sentence, but on second thought, he could see how horrible it was.
"Since 382 BC," in other words, over 2000 years ago.
At that time, Hogwarts had not yet been established, and it was hard to tell if there was a British Wizarding World or wizards.
It was a time when magic was emerging and ancient wizards were rampant.
A series of recent encounters had left Ivan very impressed by those crazy Dark Ages. After all, he had encountered unimaginable magic and two indescribable evil spirits, which were a product of the mad magical research of wizards in that era.
Ivan trembled, linking the Ollivanders to the evil gods.
Perhaps, the core of his wand was something brought by some evil god, so it was unknown upon detection.
This was really ridiculous, he shook his head. He felt it necessary to find time to talk to Mr. Ollivander about this wand, or to have other Master wandmakers take a look and confirm what was inside.
Although there was some discomfort in his heart, it was undeniable that he used this wand very smoothly. The magical transmission was very good, as if it was tailor-made for him.
"Ivan, is this your first visit to the Ministry of Magic?" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. From Ivan's wandering expression, he thought he was shocked by what he had seen in there.
Ahead of them, at least 20 elevators stood behind forged golden grilles.
Ivan responded vaguely and looked absently at the elevators.
It took Sirius about five minutes to approach, panting.
"Arthur, thanks for looking after Ivan!" Sirius gasped and said, a little impatiently, "Those guys are so enthusiastic. They rushed in all of a sudden..."
After Dumbledore confirmed that Ivan had been found by Mr. Weasley, he went directly before Fudge's office.
Sirius was left alone to face the fanatical crowd, and it took a lot of effort for him to extricate himself from them.
"They rarely see a famous wizard like you. If you want to write an autobiography, it would be very popular." Mr. Weasley said with a laugh.
"Don't make fun of me! Anyway, Dumbledore went with Fudge." Sirius walked over to Ivan, looking at the wizards around him with a headache and pointing at them. "Arthur, can you invite us to sit with you? and while we're at it, let Ivan write a letter to his parents."
"No problem, but you have to tell me what's going on here." Mr. Weasley said, as he pushed Ivan into an elevator that had just opened, "This way, Ivan!"
They stepped into the elevator, where there was a large bearded wizard and a pale young wizard.
Together, they carried a large iron box, which emitted loud screams and frictions.
"What is it?" asked Ivan curiously, and looked closer.
"Be careful, boy!" The great wizard stopped Ivan and said seriously. "No one knows what it is. We thought it was an ordinary cat. He might be a bit grumpy, but he suddenly grew wings. His claws and fangs were sharper than those of the fiercest cheetahs. He bit people when he saw them!"
"This is terrible!" said Mr. Weasley.
"It sounds like a serious breach of the experimental breeding ban to me." Sirius added, and looked into the hollow of the tin box. "Look at his tail. It's forked at the back. This guy appears to be a mix of a common cat and a Croup..."
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