Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

"Actually, we use these spell-casting materials because our own magic power is not enough for us to support the casting of some powerful black magic. When you can do it... use pure magic to cause weather abnormalities, then you can You have reached the beginning of practicing black magic without materials... But it is generally better to prepare some materials at all times, after all, you cannot replenish materials at any time during battle." Voldemort spoke loudly.

His voice suddenly dropped, as if he was telling a little secret: "Although maybe one of us can already reach such a foundation, Ron... I think you should have absorbed me by the end of the last class. Memories... Come on, let us see your efforts..."

Ron raised his head, looked at Voldemort calmly, and then raised a smile: "Yes... of course..." Then he waved his wand and recited the spell directly without taking out the liquor.

Then, a huge breath came out.

The smoke filled the air and transformed into the shape of a translucent lion, sitting in the void with its head raised, seemingly looking into the distance.

Just as Voldemort applauded, Ron suddenly waved his wand.

An incantation seemed to follow "Incendio"

A huge explosion sounded, and terrifying flames burned.

Transformed into a flaming lion, raising its head and roaring.

The flame lion, which was burning crazily, erupted with an extremely pungent smell.

The little wizards in the whole classroom felt very painful.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Voldemort smiled and waved his wand suddenly.

Ron's flaming lion was flattened and rounded, and then elongated into a lifelike flaming python.

The giant python opened its mouth, and the snake message came out.

Ron smiled and waved his wand again.

The flame python deformed and turned into a dexterous flame cat, aiming at Voldemort and showing its hair exploding.

"It's very cute..." Voldemort smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the flame cat.

Surprisingly, his hand touched the flame cat directly, as if he didn't feel any warmth.

"Excellent... For this, your punishment is reduced by half..." Voldemort smiled, waved his wand, and the thorn of despair that had been inserted in Ron's left hand was pulled out.

"Congratulations, you have completed your punishment." Voldemort opened his hands.

Ron's frown slowly relaxed and his voice was calm: "Thank you for your kindness..."

Then he sat down slowly.

Voldemort said calmly: "By the way, the reward for the last mission to attract firepower is already on the way. It is in a shining gem box. There is no need to worry about the revenge of the Bok family."

Ron nodded.

As if he suddenly felt something, Voldemort's expression showed an extremely mysterious smile.

He stopped talking, closed his eyes, and was silent for a while.

"And..." Voldemort suddenly smiled and stared at Ron: "It's time to change your wand..." He turned his head and came to the podium: "Welcome our new member, the master wand maker... Ollie Mr. Fander! This may be the first time he meets you, and he will also be responsible for wand manufacturing, research and maintenance at Hogwarts. Ron, let him choose the one for you...the one that suits you best. A magic wand..."

He waved his right hand.

An old man slowly appeared.

He seemed to always be so nervous. He looked at the people in the audience and smiled and showed off their wands one by one.

Everyone was extremely surprised, and they all looked at Ollivander excitedly.

After all, this is a true master of the staff.

Ron gently stroked his Elder Wand, which was made of ash wood and unicorn tail hair.

It's Charlie's wand that I've been using for a long time.

According to Bill, it was Minerva McGonagall of the Order of the Phoenix who gave them such a wand and led them away from the chaotic wizarding world.

Sighed.

He also felt that the problem with his wand was getting bigger and bigger.

Especially in the crack at the bottom of the wand, the unicorn tail hair has been exposed.

Ron came to Ollivander.

He looked up at the old man.

Passing the wand in his hand to him: "Mr. Ollivander, can you help me repair this wand? I want to make it a souvenir..."

"Of course, of course, I believe it will be happy to meet a master like you." Ollivander smiled, took the wand, and stroked it gently.

Then he took out the material, waved the wand gently, and a feather brush flew up on its own, dipped in a special kind of gum, and then smeared the entire body of the ash wood.

The damaged areas were repaired.

At the same time, Ollivander's tape measure began to measure Ron's body crazily.

Ron looked on coldly and calmly.

Ollivander kept taking out his wand.

Ron is already able to control his magic.

Therefore he doesn't cause a lot of damage like other little wizards.

The constant release is falling apart.

Ollivander seemed to be able to understand what wand was suitable for Ron. He kept saying, no, no, and then withdrew the wand.

One wand passed through Ron's hand.

Ron felt that the old man in front of him was very nervous.

It was as if there was a tiger staring at him from behind.

In fact, Voldemort didn't care about him at all and continued the class.

Even such a sound made him feel very frightened, his body kept shaking, and he kept speeding up his hands.

"The nerves of the mutated dragon...obsidian and the yew wood that stretches seamlessly inside...Fifteen inches long, two meters of content, the yew wood is connected to a large amount of mutant dragon blood...the most powerful unstable wand..." He murmured a little. said.

Ron looked at the pure black wand in his hand.

The cold touch made him feel a little surprised.

"Wow...this is...a brand new series of wands..." Voldemort stopped his lecture and turned around, his expression seemed very surprised.

Ollivander's expression was enthusiastic and full of expectation: "Ron... you will... fall into the bottomless abyss..." His voice paused, and then continued to explain: "This is a brand new wand. , using the whole body nerves of the dead dragon slaughtered the day before yesterday, it seems to be affected by some special powerful energy. It seems to be...radiation. It becomes very...very strange...and unstable...but I can feel that he is the most suitable You...are really amazing..."

Voldemort did not know the meaning of obsidian.

As he spoke, he released his hand that was tightly holding the obsidian staff.

After Ollivander said these words, his back was soaked.

The moment he let go of his hand, all the pressure seemed to leave him.

(Obsidian has the effect of exorcising evil spirits and avoiding evil spirits)

Ron's brows raised slightly.

Stroking the wand.

Chant mantras.

The terrifying magic power exploded.

The ground in front of him was torn apart into countless dense nets.

It was just a casual blow from Ron...

Ron's body stiffened.

He also didn't know the meaning of obsidian among Muggles.

I can only look at the dark wand and fall into deep thought.

But in fact, Ollivander may indeed be right. Ron who owns this kind of wand... I am afraid that now that Voldemort is powerful, he will indeed fall into an endless abyss, but it has nothing to do with the wand.

Bottomless abyss? …

Yes...I'm already falling into the bottomless abyss...

But this is just the beginning...

There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering.

How to turn back?

There is no turning back! …