Vol 2 Chapter 1115: Of course you can take care of that child

On the side of the wand-making table, the black tape measure with silver lettering flicked at Grigovic's fingertips, the tape stretched out automatically, flying around Dumbledore, and Grigovic wrote down the corresponding data on the parchment.
"Dumbledore, since the last time you helped me repel that man's Death Eater, Germany seems to be quite peaceful... Do you think they will come to me again?" After a rustle, he temporarily put away the quill. The magic wand maker asked, "These thugs seem to have robbed the wealth of several pure-blood families abroad... Are the mysterious people forced to be in a hurry? I don’t think they will find much in the ancestral homes of those families. Things... they should go to Gringotts."
Dumbledore opened his arms and asked the tape measure to measure his arm length. "Tom was very anxious. He found that he had an opponent he couldn't beat at all, but he didn't want to admit it and was not reconciled. So in addition to seeking wealth and trying to recruit troops, he The more important thing is to try to strengthen one's own abilities, so you will not be safe here until the mysterious man determines the whereabouts of the old wand."
"Speaking of the whereabouts of the old magic wand... this is the most ignorant, calm and cruel wand... He keeps tempting his master to fight, but he is not always loyal to a certain person. It has no permanent master, and It will continue to cause fighting..." Grigovich approached Dumbledore. "Now it will also lose its track from your hands, which confirms this statement... Dumbledore, please forgive me, I am really curious... Dumbledore, who in the world can take the old wand from you?" Grigovich quietly looked at Dumbledore's expression, "Is it Alan Harris?"
　　 "Oh? Why do you think it is him?" Dumbledore looked surprised, "Grigovich, why do you think it is him?"
"The mysterious man wants to find me to learn about the old magic wand, so he naturally doesn't know that the old magic wand was in your hands... and you have lost it... Then there is only Alan Harris. It's possible." Grigovich took out a brand new piece of parchment with some rough slender fingers, "and you have lost it now...then the three most powerful wizards in the world are the three of you..." Grid Rigovich looked at Dumbledore’s expression, "However, it doesn’t seem to be him from your expression? Could it be... was stolen? It’s a pity that the old wand must be defeated to change hands. If he If you don’t know this, it seems that you will have to wait for decades to see Merlin before you can exert its power."
Dumbledore sighed: "The old magic wand was taken away by two wizards disguised as Death Eaters when I happened to be... I used a weapon to kill you...so unfortunately, the other party seems to fully understand the secrets."
"I guess it's a pureblood with a little background... at least it should be a hybrid... Muggles don't understand this." Grigovich nodded, "Then Dumbledore, you think it will be Alan Harris. ?"
"To be honest, I have suspected... Since those two are posing as Death Eaters, they didn't take the opportunity to kill me all... If the whole thing is a trap, it is indeed Allen's style and his treatment of me. Attitude...but Grigovich, I think you should have noticed on TV that he has completely got rid of his dependence on the wand..." Dumbledore shook his head, "You seem to be extra interested in him today?"
"The umbrella company just gave me an invitation letter, inviting me to live in the floating city and open a shop." Grigovich pointed to the letter he had received before, "I want to learn more about him from your mouth. That's it."
　　 "Oh? I also invited you..." Dumbledore frowned and pondered for a moment, "If you are willing to go to Hogwarts, your safety is certainly not a problem, but what do you think now?"
"I didn't think much about safety...but Dumbledore, I'm older..." Grigovich squeezed a bitter smile. "It's a bit hard to make a wand for a lifetime. I just noticed that Nuclear accessibility...seems to help me continue my career."
"If you look at it this way, it is indeed a good thing... The Durmstrang students can't go to the floating city to find you to buy a magic wand during the holidays... Ollivander would also be very happy to have a colleague interact with him up close. Competitive." Dumbledore blessed after hearing the words and knowing what the other party was thinking. "Speaking of which, he recently learned a hand from Alan and started using metal to make wands."
"That's why I want to see in the past..." Grigovich replied excitedly, discovering that Dumbledore was turning his head and seemed to have a keen interest in the wands of a row of cabinets, knowing that the other party did not want to say more. Grigovich turned around and opened a cabinet door. The wand maker pulled out a large box with various kinds of wood labeled with labels. He picked out three pieces of wood and pulled it out.
"Ollivander is obsessed with'the magic wand chooses the wizard', but I am not like that... Most of the mediocre or newly enrolled young wizards choose the ones in my box that are irrelevant... For a wizard like you, I think tailoring is better Use your potential...I remember that you have a phoenix. Use the tail feathers of a magical animal that is closely related to you in the core of the rod." Grigovich commanded a basin with a wand to float over, and he pointed to the side of the basin. Soap, "But before testing these three pieces of wood, Dumbledore, you have to wash your hands, you just ate too many pastries with your hands while watching TV..."
　　 Back to the Monte family mansion, Voldemort's heavy leather boots stepped on the scarlet viscous liquid on the ground, and the splashed blood slipped from his leather boots.
In the room, the flowing blood slowly solidified and began to turn black, only the tangy smell of blood continued to spread, and the cold hiss sounded. Behind Voldemort, Nagini's wavy body, bypassing those The corpse in all directions left a winding, wide trail of blood dragging on the floor. Judging from the human figure in its belly, it has already had a full meal.
The heir of the Monte family, Grigor Monte, is not like his elder relatives who died in this conference room. He is still alive intact and curled up in a corner, tremblingly staring at the Dark Lord in front of him. Coming closer.
Voldemort's pale face, as terribly as a snake, with a ghastly twisted smile, his pupils were like a thin slit with scarlet eyes to the boy who was lying on the ground like mud, and his slender palm was supported by a soft cushion. After finishing, the withered human eyes were covered by a glass cover engraved with intricate magic texts.
"Very well, dear Grigor, you are not lying... I see the truth is looking at me from your worthless head... This is indeed the Eye of Vicner I was looking for." Voldemort possessed The head with a side face that seemed to have no ups and downs approached the boy on the ground, "You know the truth of current affairs better than your stupid relatives..."
"The most...most noble Dark Lord, please spare my life...I...I still have use. Most of the Mont family's wealth is placed in Gringotts. As the only heir, I need me to take them out." Rigor was frightened, with a hint of hope in his heart. Now that the Dark Lord has found what he wants, he may be able to let him go-he can't wait to return to Durmstrang and his father's protection. under.
　　 Voldemort's chilly eyes rolled a few times on Grigor's face: "Lucius?"
"Master~EbookFREE.me~ The wealth we robbed recently is not enough for the time being... If we want to rebuild our power, I think we can choose another better target..." Lucius bowed his head and walked forward quickly, cold gray Blue eyes looked down at Grigor, whose eyes were paralyzed on the ground. "The fairies in Gringotts are very smart. Although the kid in front of you is indeed qualified to inherit the wealth of their family, he is proving his The elders really won’t get any gold before they die...Master, we don’t need to delay this..."
Grigor was so scared that he couldn't even yell for mercy, but after Lucius finished speaking, there was no movement. He raised his head slightly and looked sideways at Voldemort, wanting to see his attitude from his master's expression, but But seeing that his cold mouth has stopped moving, his slender fingers pressed on his arm, and he checked the message carefully. It seems that he did not notice his thoughtful reply-the hostility between the Monte family and the Harris family, no He was completely aware of the friendly relationship, and seeing the opportunity at this time, Lucius took the opportunity to push the Monte family toward the direction of destruction.
The low hissing sound made the Death Eaters present couldn't help but shiver. The giant snake under Voldemort's feet leaned out and stood upright. Its body was as thick as a human thigh, and its eyes did not blink. , The pupil is vertical.
"Nagini? Well, since Bella has just finished... of course you can take care of that child..." Voldemort looked down at the giant snake that was climbing higher and higher, and the giant snake put his body on Voldemort's shoulders. Voldemort caressed the giant snake carelessly with his slender fingers, his eyes turned to Grigor, who was trembling aside, "Grigor Monte, since you know who I am, you want to live." , Then, let's make a game."