This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 216 Master of the Deathly Hallows

When Snape left, Vincent turned back.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the liquid-like invisibility cloak.

It feels amazing, especially after you touch it.

It is lighter than the one that Fred lost his invisibility effect, and the touch is more delicate.

According to the almost exhausted memory, this was what Dumbledore gave back to Harry so that he could safely reach the room on the fourth floor.

If it is indeed the James Potter one, then things become very interesting.

It has not failed for twelve years and has a lighter and more delicate touch.

According to Vincent's current understanding of alchemy, if you want to permanently maintain the effect of the invisible beast's fur, the mana required will be an extremely terrifying number.

The 667-year-old Nico is out of reach, and the 111-year-old Dumbledore is out of reach.

Harry's invisibility cloak may not be man-made.

"Oh, you were here—"

Vincent was not frightened, but looked at Dumbledore behind him with interest.

The feeling of this invisibility cloak was very similar to the elder wand in his hand.

"Professor, if I guess correctly, they are all made by the same manufacturer, right?"

Dumbledore was not surprised at all, "Yes, they are all very special."

He drew out his elder wand as if prepared.

"Would you be interested in hearing a story?"

Vincent's eyelids were twitching wildly, "I'm not interested, Professor.

I’m going back to sleep!”

After plotting against Harry, it turned out that even he couldn't escape.

"I don't need you to do anything." Dumbledore handed him the elder wand, "All decisions are yours to choose."

Vincent picked up the discarded invisibility cloak and said, "Professor, I don't understand.

According to the prophecy, shouldn't Harry be the one to defeat Voldemort?

The role I can play here should be minimal, right?"

Dumbledore walked towards him, "It's not Sibyl's prophecy, but another foreseen picture."

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"Precognition?"

"A kind of speculation based on objects will have a certain prophetic quality."

If prophecy is the third perspective, then foreknowledge is the first and second perspectives.

The former is macroscopic and the latter is subjective.

"Professor, did you predict me?" Vincent's hands and feet instantly became cold.

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at him kindly, "You are about to meet someone.

A person I can never face in my life."

"who is it?"

"Gellert—Gellert Grindelwald."

Vincent, whose head was buzzing, did not notice the deep longing in this sentence.

If it is a real Dark Lord, of course there must be a Dark Lord as a mentor.

He asked tentatively: "Is it Grindelwald from the Wiccan Party?"

"Yes." Dumbledore's tone returned to normal, "Actually, he would rather others call him Holy Lord."

"Master of the saints?"

"No." He once again handed the elder wand to Vincent, "He is the owner of the Deathly Hallows."

Curiosity killed the cat.

Once you know this story, you will step into the trap that has been laid.

Vincent did not hesitate any longer and took the elder wand he had longed for in his hand.

This feeling is very special, like becoming omnipotent.

But feeling is feeling, he knew that he was not the owner of this wand.

"Professor, what are the Deathly Hallows?"

Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "This is a story from a long, long time ago..."

Once upon a time, there were three brothers walking on a secluded trail. It was almost dusk.

As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was also dangerous to swim across it.

Fortunately, the three brothers are all proficient in magic.

With a wave of the magic wand, a bridge appeared over the dangerous and unpredictable water.

When they reached the center of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way.

He calls himself the God of Death and is angry at the loss of three new sacrifices.

So he first pretended to congratulate the three brothers and asked them each to choose something as a reward.

The boss, Antiochus Peverell, was a warlike man.

What he wanted from Death was a wand that was more powerful than any existing wand, a wand that could always help its owner win a duel, a wand that deserved victory over Death.

Death cut off branches from an elder tree on the river bank, made a wand and handed it to the boss.

The first thing that Antioch did after he got it was to find the wizard with whom he had a quarrel.

He won the duel and declared to everyone that he, with the Death Wand, was the most powerful wizard in history.

That night, another wizard quietly came to his room and stole the Elder Wand.

To be on the safe side, the other party cut his throat and ended his life.

Cadmus Peverell, the second oldest, is an arrogant man.

He wanted to embarrass the God of Death even more, so he asked for the power to summon the dead.

The God of Death picked up a stone from the river bank and handed it to him, telling him that this stone had the power to bring the dead back to life.

Cadmus returned to his lonely home, where he took out the stone that could summon the dead.

He turned it three times in his hand, and his wife, who unfortunately died, immediately appeared in front of him.

Yet she was sad and cold, and separated herself from him with a veil.

Although she is back in the world, she doesn't really belong here.

In the end, Cadmus went crazy in endless despair, and chose to commit suicide in order to truly integrate into her world.

The third eldest, Ingnotus Peverell, was the most humble and clever of the three brothers.

He was not going to trust Death, so he asked Death to give him something that could reach beyond Death's jurisdiction.

Death had no choice but to hand him his invisibility cloak very reluctantly.

Many years passed, and the God of Death still could not find Yingnotus.

It wasn't until he was too old that he took off his invisibility cloak and left it to his son.

He greeted death as if meeting an old friend and left the world calmly.

Vincent weighed the elder wand held in his left hand and the invisibility cloak held in his right hand.

Although this story is almost like a fairy tale, these two items belonging to the Grim Reaper are real.

"This is one of the many fairy tales written by the poet Beedle."

Dumbledore took out a book from his robes.

"I personally prefer that the three Peverell brothers are the real creators of the Deathly Hallows."

Vincent handed over the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak in exchange for this copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

All stories are written in magical runes.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's comments prevented him from interpreting it first.

After browsing through it briefly, I found that there were not only educational fairy tales such as "The Legend of the Three Brothers", but also extremely dark fairy tales such as "The Wizard's Hairy Heart".

"I think the protagonist in The Wizard's Hairy Heart looks very much like Tom."

"He loved the story."

Vincent closed the book and said, "Professor, these stories don't seem to be very anti-Muggle."

"Yes." Dumbledore met his eyes.

"If the story of Beedle the Bard accurately reflects his thoughts, then his attitude towards Muggles is obviously much more respectful than that of the great logarithm wizards at that time."

But the irony is,

Grindelwald, who wanted to become the master of the Deathly Hallows, was determined to let some elite wizards rule the Muggles;

Following the example of the wizard who separated his body from his heart, Voldemort, who survived in the form of a soul, even hated Muggles and even attempted to turn them into slaves like house elves.

If the poet Beedle knew the deeds of these two men, he would definitely overturn the coffin boards like Newton did.

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