Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 442 Unexpected Development
441 Unexpected Expansion
Another unexpected discovery - there is a very close connection between the wand and the devil.

In order to obtain more powerful and controllable power, the pure-blood wizards invented the wand, and they can also use the devil to achieve the purpose of automatically casting the wand.

Grindelwald probably has the same ambitions. He has so many demons that he can make a strong army if he wants.

Fortunately, so far, Grindelwald has not shown signs of being able to fully control those demons.

But Toby didn't want to wait any longer.

He had to find out whether this conjecture was feasible, and planned to risk himself.

In other words, after all he's been through, he's finally going to lay his hands on his wand.

Black walnut wand, the wand of this material requires the owner not to deceive himself or others, otherwise the power will be greatly reduced.

There had been a time when Toby had deceived many people about the qualities of black walnut to conceal his real purpose - and today he didn't need to deceive anyone, because he really wanted an auto-casting wand.

It's not that Toby hasn't tried it, but he knows very well that there is only one wand that suits him so well, and once it is destroyed, he has to use those wands that are not very good.

So poor Cedric became the little substitute.

But sure enough, self-casting wands were not so easy to make—except for weak spells such as the Disarming Curse, Cedric's wand couldn't make a bigger change at all.

Toby had expected this, ever since he learned that the orb was made of brains.

The magic ball can also be regarded as an automatic magic wand, which can change into various strange magic circles according to the user's mind, without having to chant spells or perform gestures - the only requirement is to use Candidates must have a wealth of magic circle knowledge.

But the magic ball relies on the brain to do this.

Where's the wand?
There is nothing, only a wooden stick, plus a core that can be bought anywhere, the gap between the two is really too big.

But it's different with the devil.

Angela knew that she couldn't stop Toby from carrying out this dangerous experiment. This was Toby's instinct, and he never bothered to hide it.

The magic circle in Andros' memory was engraved on the black walnut wand by Toby, and his actions now are more careful than ever before.

Not long ago, the scene of Pandora's notebook being turned into ashes always kept coming to Toby's mind.

What about him?

He had used black feathers, and was doing the same thing as before.

What will he become?
Will that feather burn his body?Or burn out all the emotions in his head?
Toby remembered that feeling.

Also in Andros's memory, Toby briefly became an emotionless wizard because of the pharaoh's mask.

It was a magical experience, suddenly I didn't feel anything, and I no longer felt inner pain because of Dumbledore's teachings.

Even though he knew the importance of emotion to casting magic, Toby couldn't help wanting to be like that.

He will be set free.
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The magical magic circle was completely engraved on the black walnut wand.

Toby held his wand motionless, and Al and Angela were staring at him nervously—there were a few extra buckets of water beside Al, just waiting for Toby to burn for a while so that the flames could be poured out in time. off.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I don't know why, but the time of change this time is much slower than that of Pandora.

Toby spread out his palms and looked carefully at the lines on his palms.

"Why hasn't there been a change yet, the magic circle can't possibly go wrong. How could it be—"

"ah!"

Al's scream suddenly sounded in the secret room, and Toby and Angela looked over quickly - a dark flame was burning on Al's body, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger, and it didn't take long Become taller than a person.

"Yeah! Yah!"

Al screamed in a hurry, and it immediately threw itself into the bucket that had been prepared earlier, but these fires didn't seem to exist, and they could burn even in water.

"ah!"

[Help!Quickly save me!Toby!Angela!I'm getting burnt out and I don't want to be bald, that's not pretty at all! 】

"Al!" Toby hurried over. He bent down and stared at Al in the barrel and asked, "How do you feel now? Does it hurt?"

"ah"

【pain?How can you ask such a question?Can this not hurt?I'm almost—huh? 】

Al in the bucket stood up, spread out his paws to have a look, then touched the top of his head, and found that the thin layer of fluff was still there.

"ah!"

[I haven't become bald, hehe. 】

Angela squeezed Toby's arm tightly, making his flesh almost purple.

"What's going on here?" Angela asked worriedly, "Is there anything you can do to help it?"

Toby stared at Al, who had begun to churn happily in the bucket, and said, "I guess it doesn't need help, and I seem to understand what's going on - Al's emotions are stronger than mine. Sufficient, purer. In the eyes of black feathers, it is more attractive than me."

"And the connection between me and Al is also very close - after all, it can be regarded as my patron saint. That's why Black Feather gave up on me to choose to influence it. But the patron saint is too pure."

"If the emotionless wizard is special, the Patronus isn't even a wizard. Black feathers don't do much for either extreme - the former because that's served the purpose , the latter is each other's natural enemy, after all, the concepts of patron saint and devil are opposite."

Angela was dazed: "Can you explain it in a simpler way?"

At this moment, the black flame on Al's body had already extinguished by itself.

Al jumped out of the bucket. He shook himself vigorously to shake off the water droplets, and then jumped on Toby's shoulder, staring down at the wand in Toby's hand.

Suddenly, a ball of light emerged from the tip of the wand.

Toby watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"To put it simply, we succeeded in making an auto-casting wand. But it's not my auto-casting wand, it's Al's."

"The little bastard has made my wand his own."

Al grinned loudly.

Angela stared at it in shock.

"what?"
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What an unexpected unfolding.

In the ancient magic office, Al was playing with his "new toy" happily. The black walnut wand cast various spells in its claws, sometimes sniffing fireworks, and sometimes bursting out Bouquet of blooming flowers.

"Thank you."

Angela took the daffodils from Al in a daze, and then hurriedly taught: "Hey! Don't plant trees here! Do you want to poke a hole in the ceiling?"

"And you!"

Angela angrily came to the table and slapped the table, saying: "How can you just look at it like this and mess around—no, you don't even look at it, and write a letter as soon as you come back. Whose letter is this?" ?”

Toby said without raising his head, "It was written for Dumbledore. In addition, although my wand has become Al's, it is only limited to automatic casting, and I can still use it— —But I still feel a little uncomfortable, that is obviously my magic wand."

Angela looked at Toby speechlessly, with reluctance written all over his face.

"Did you write to Dumbledore because you found something?" she asked, not wanting to get involved in the ownership of the wand.

"There are some."

Toby folded the letter and stuffed it in an envelope, then tied it to an owl's leg and let it fly out of the window.

He turned around and continued: "Whether it's Pandora, or my experiment with Al is a bit special. But one thing is correct, that is, the devil is indeed the material used to make the self-casting wand - and the black feather , this thing can’t be missing.”

"Magic wand, black feather, devil, as long as these three things are assembled together, a large number of self-casting wands can be made. Even a wizard child can gain more power than an adult wizard."

"There are magic wands in the entire wizarding world, and most of the devils are in the hands of Grindelwald. The only thing we can control is the black feathers-I have to find a way to cooperate with Dumbledore to rush to the Castle of Death, and get all the guests inside. Evict them all, or exterminate them—the only way to get the feathers in the guest room."

"Hopefully Grindelwald doesn't know this yet, if only the aftereffects of controlling the devil could kill him."

Angela frowned.

"Are you sure you want to do this? When will it be done? How can you deal with so many residents at once? Even if it takes a year, it will be difficult to do it-I know the butler is gone, and it has now changed back to Lily, but the guests there are not easy to deal with, if you encounter such a difficult situation, you will both fall into it."

Toby put his hands on Angela's shoulders, and he comforted with a serious face: "Don't worry, if there is such a time, I will leave Dumbledore alone and escape first."

Angela opened her mouth: "That's not what I meant. But it seems right to do so, so can you let me be the Minister of Magic? It just so happens that this position will be vacant—"

"Al!" Toby staggered away from Angela's body and shouted: "Stop playing, give me back the wand! Hurry up!"

"I said the position of Minister for Magic—"

"Give me the wand, don't plant trees, Merlin's heart alone is enough for me."

"Then the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts--"

"Is this a black walnut tree? Well, let's keep it."

"Toby Highmore!"
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Judging from the time of the visit, Dumbledore rushed over almost immediately after receiving the letter.

Under the night sky, the blue magic car rushed into the dark clouds, enjoying the moonlight.

Dumbledore sat in the passenger seat, the stars reflected in his half-moon glasses.

"So, you really made a self-casting wand? Although I have left Hogwarts, I think it is necessary to remind you that it is not necessary for Cedric Diggory to risk it. .I know he's always wanted the honor—"

"It's late, Minister." Toby said, holding the steering wheel: "Cedric was also there when he was doing the experiment on Pandora. I guess he is now trying to get Ron to tell him how to learn the devil-oh, yes , he just won a bonus in the Triwizard Tournament - I guess he has figured out a way, Ron is going to make a lot of money - eh? Should I charge a fee? After all, it is my church Ron the Devil's - Minister? Are you listening to me?"

Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said: "I heard it clearly, and I'm considering whether to arrest you before you popularize the devil. There are many empty rooms in Azkaban."

Toby squinted to see if something suddenly appeared in Dumbledore's hands, and pretended not to care, and said, "There is no need to say such things, anyway, there is no place that can lock me—— Except for the Mason Gate, probably."

Al, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly said, "Yeah."

Angela leaned against the car window and looked at the scenery outside the car, she muttered: "What do you mean Merlin will drive him out-this joke is not funny at all. It's not Toby who let the devil out, he didn't give Merlin has caused such a big mess—but do any of you know how Grindelwald found those devils? At least there must be a free Mason door, right?"

This is indeed a doubtful point.

Although Grindelwald found the demons, exactly how he did it remains a mystery.

Toby and Dumbledore exchanged a look, neither of them knew Grindelwald's method - maybe because Grindelwald had discovered the mason tree earlier than Toby, or it might be because of special magic like kerosene lamps thing.

Perhaps only Merlin knew what was going on.

Toby really didn't want this to be true—the reason why Grindelwald knew so much was because Merlin told him himself.

This is not reasonable.

Because it was Merlin who protected the devils, he had no reason to let them out again and actively create this man-made disaster.

Whether it's the devil itself, or the self-casting wand, it's a disaster.
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However, Toby found himself thinking less.

The real disaster has just happened.
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Outside the Castle of Death, Angela and Al waited outside the castle as instructed, ready to respond at any time.

When Dumbledore and Toby came out, they looked at each other suspiciously - less than 5 minutes had passed since they entered the castle.

They can't deal with so many customers in such a short time.

"what happened?"

Angela asked, "Did you leave something in the car?"

Toby said with a gloomy face, "No. The castle is already empty, neither the residents nor the black feathers are gone."

"What?" Angela said in shock: "It's Grindelwald? Has he fully recovered?"

"It's not clear yet."

Toby and Dumbledore exchanged a dignified look, and he continued, "But I'd rather be Grindelwald than Helbo."

"Let's go. The real disaster is coming."

(End of this chapter)