Harry Potter Reborn

Harry's face was cold, with a cold smile on his lips, and he released his pressure unceremoniously.

The old man stared at Harry, his mind in turmoil. This strange young man appeared, and his magic power and soul strength were far beyond his peak state.

Harry said: "My target is the rumored Elder Wand."

The old man's eyes narrowed.

Harry smiled lightly and said: "I want to pursue more powerful power. After checking for a long time, I found out that you are the previous owner of the Elder Wand."

"So, can you tell me the whereabouts of the Elder Wand?" Harry looked at the old man with a half-smile.

The old man was not afraid and said slowly: "I expected that someone would come and follow the path we took back then, but one day, you will realize that this is meaningless... I have never owned the Elder Wand...

"

"I don't believe what you said." Harry shook his head slowly.

The scrawny old man grinned toothlessly at Harry, as if he was laughing at him.

"You will never be able to find the Elder Wand. Its whereabouts will only become an eternal secret with my death." The old man smiled faintly, very scary: "If you are willing to die with me, maybe I will in the world of the dead.

Tell you."

"Oh, that's it." Harry said in a long voice, full of ridicule and disdain. This tone was copied by Harry from Snape, and he really deserved a beating.

Harry slowly drew out his wand...

The old man thought he had guessed what Harry wanted to do, and he looked calm and said, "If you think Crucio, the Soul-Impering Curse, or the threat of death are useful, you can give it a try."

"Actually... I'm not here to find out the whereabouts of the Elder Wand..." Harry smiled and fully displayed the wand in his hand in the air.

"Are you familiar?" Harry fiddled with the slender wand, whose segments looked like human bones.

The old man's eyes were immediately focused on Harry's wand.

Familiar, so familiar, how could he not be familiar with it.

He stole it from the wand maker Grigovitch and used its powerful power to revolutionize the magic world. He used it for decades, but...

"The Elder Wand is in my hands, but what I'm after is not just the Elder Wand, but... the legendary God of Death and the Three Holy Artifacts. Others think the story of the Three Holy Artifacts is just a story, but I believe you don't think so. I

I don’t think so, isn’t the banner you are flying the symbol of the Deathly Hallows? I just want to know how much you know about the Deathly Hallows?” Harry smiled.

The old man's eyes were turbulent and his mind was frightened.

What frightened him was not that he was about to die, not that he saw the Elder Wand again, or that Harry knew his deepest secret that he had never told anyone.

Rather, why did the Elder Wand fall into his hands.

Harry thought the old man's expression at this time was very interesting, including anger, murderous intent, panic, sadness, and... nostalgia?

The old man ignored Harry's question, but stared at Harry like a mad dog and said viciously: "Where did you get the wand?"

Harry managed his expression very well. He looked "astonished" and then smiled "of course": "You should know."

The old man's body trembled, and his palms like chicken claws were clenched tightly.

Because Harry broke all the spells, the small amount of magic power that began to slowly recover in his body slowly gathered, even though he knew that he could not hurt the person in front of him at all.

Harry didn't seem to notice anything strange about the old man, and walked to the window on his own: "That's right, I suspect that after you got the Elder Wand, you also learned that Dumbledore fought with you fifty years ago, and you always thought that Dumbledore had fought with you.

Lido must be destroyed, which represents an unknown fate

The Elder Wand, but who would have thought that he actually held it in his hand. Everyone knew what his wand looked like, but no one thought that it was the Elder Wand that could make people invincible. But fortunately, I am as careful as silk.

, it’s impossible to hide it from me.”

When the old man heard Dumbledore's name, his eyes lit up, and then filled with sadness.

He still couldn't believe the result. How could it be possible? He was so powerful and he had the Elder Wand in his hand. Who could defeat him?

Perhaps Dumbledore had discarded the Elder Wand long ago, and then it was picked up by someone else, and then it was obtained by the person in front of him.

He was half frightened and half urgent: "Who did you get the Elder Wand from?"

Harry said meaningfully: "Are you really not clear? If you want to get the recognition of the Elder Wand, you must naturally take it from its previous owner. Isn't it the Dumbledore who defeated you?"

"Impossible! Impossible! You can't defeat him." The old man shook his head crazily.

Harry said with a hint of "satisfaction": "Who said you have to use magic for a head-on duel? Don't you know there are other means, such as...poison?"

"Maybe you still don't believe it, but the fact that I can get the Elder Wand is the best evidence." Harry's words struck the old man's heart like lightning.

The old man's body shook and he was about to collapse. He could no longer deceive himself.

He never expected that he would be the first to receive the news of Dumbledore's death.

His waist stooped, as if he had been crushed by a mountain.

Suddenly, a faint spell of magic struck Harry, but Harry blocked it easily.

The old man seemed to have been drained of energy, his eyes were empty and colorless, and he could no longer resist.

After playing and having fun, Harry saw that it was almost done and was about to tell the truth: "Ahem..."

"Kill me!" the old man said.

"Uh, what?"

The old man had no hope of survival in his eyes, and knew that he could not avenge Dumbledore, so he just repeated indifferently: "Kill me!"

Harry's mouth twitched, as if he was making a big fuss.

"This, actually..."

The old man said indifferently: "No need to say more, I will never tell you any news about the Deathly Hallows! You should give up this idea!"

"Hey." Harry felt a rare feeling of trouble. You should know that even when he faced Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria, he could decisively choose them all.

Finally, Harry decided to tell the truth: "Well, actually... Dumbledore is not dead, he is still alive and well. I came here simply to let you go."

What Dumbledore said about him immediately irritated the old man, and he shouted crazily: "You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Harry said helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you."

"Then how did you get the Elder Wand? Tell me." I don't know where the old man got the strength from, he roared, almost as loud as the roaring hat made by Luna.

Harry said: "Actually, there are other ways, and it doesn't have to kill the previous owner."

"I swear on Merlin, Dumbledore is still alive. If you don't believe it, you can leave here and just ask any wizard. I will never stop him."

The old man's eyes regained some sparkle.

In all wizarding concepts, if you swear by Merlin, it will naturally be true.

But under what circumstances can another person get the Elder Wand?

Countless situations appeared in the old man's mind in an instant.

He stared at Harry's face, which was only a few million points less handsome than Dumbledore, and suddenly came up with an answer that he couldn't accept anyway, but it was the most likely answer.

He said desperately: "I understand, yes, apart from being blood related to him, how can I easily obtain the Elder Wand and be able to use it?"

He shook his head and said dejectedly: "Looking at your age, you might be... Albus's... grandson."

Harry tilted his head: "???"

…

In the end, Harry spent a long time trying to convince the old man that Dumbledore was still a great wizard... no, he was a great wizard, and he had nothing to do with Dumbledore or Nat.

The old man seemed... secretly happy?

It's impossible, it's impossible, I must have read it wrong.

"Outside, times have changed." Harry warned: "Dumbledore has become the British Minister of Magic. You need to see more of what he has done."

The old man didn't seem to hear what Harry was saying at all, he just raised his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Harry was about to leave when he suddenly came up with a very curious question. He turned around, looked at the old man, and said, "I would like to ask, who are you and Dumbledore..."

Harry didn't ask the question in the end.

Because he really couldn't ask. If Dumbledore and the two were eighteen-year-old handsome boys, Harry might have asked. But now, looking at his goose-skinned and white-haired look, Harry couldn't help but shudder.

Merlin once said: It's not scary, it's just that it's not beautiful.

…

Harry flew away from the window, and the dark clouds covering tens of thousands of miles in the sky were about to disperse. Soon, this island would probably be discovered by Muggles, but it had nothing to do with him.

Shortly after Harry left, a thin figure came out of the castle, transformed into a small boat on the beach, and left in the boat.

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