A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 574 Voldemort's Foreshadowing
Dumbledore slowly stood up and stared at the wand in his hand in silence. After a long while, he sighed softly and carefully put the laurel wand back into the box.

"Is it because of this?" Nicolas Flamel leaned forward impatiently, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "This power to restore life is far beyond the imagination of wizards. Albus, it's amazing! It's a miracle!"

"But it's equally dangerous!" Dumbledore's tone was low and firm. He slowly closed his eyes and recalled everything that had just happened. "You can't imagine what I just went through."

"At that moment, I felt like my existence was being taken away from me. My brain, heart, eyes...all my organs seemed to have stopped functioning. My soul, like a wisp of smoke, was about to float away from this world."

"But it's like a bridge, connecting me and Tom." He paused and explained with a metaphor, "Imagine if there is a dry clay pot and an oak cup full of sherry. What happens when they are suddenly connected?"

"On average... no, they will reach an equilibrium!"

"Yes, that's what happened just now." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his tone becoming heavier: "This wand comes from hell, and you must spend your life to use it. Only when you are on the verge of death will it open the mysterious channel."

Amelia, who had remained silent, came over and used his metaphor: "So, Albus. What are the criteria for it to choose the oak cup?"

"An opponent I have fought before."

"Hiss..." The wizards surrounding Dumbledore all took a deep breath, and the heat in their hearts subsided a little in an instant.

At this moment, this mysterious and dangerous laurel wand, as if it came from the depths of hell, lay quietly in the box in Dumbledore's hand.

Its evil makes everyone feel uneasy, but its power makes everyone desire it.

If anyone wanted to seize it, they would have to confront Dumbledore head-on, and that thought alone was enough to put most wizards off.

Because they couldn't beat Dumbledore, especially when he was so radiant.

However, this did not completely extinguish the enthusiasm of wizards. A wand that could resist the Unforgivable Curse, a wand that could make people immortal. Just imagining such power was enough to make people's blood boil and their hearts beat faster.

Just because you can't confront it head-on doesn't mean you can't get it.

In the legend of the Elder Wand, its first owner, Antiochus, had his throat cut in his sleep. Intrigue always strikes at the Achilles' heel of the powerful.

Dumbledore keenly sensed the ambition surging in the air, and said in a gentle yet firm voice: "I will talk to him and then destroy it."

Nicolas Flamel frowned upon hearing this: "You mean O..."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, signaling him not to say the name: Garrick Ollivander.

"Okay, everyone." He looked around, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "We must understand that some power is not to be controlled, but to be destroyed. For the greater good, for the peace of the wizarding world, this wand must disappear."

“Besides, we still have a lot of things to do.”

“Return these skeletons to their coffins, restore the cemetery and church, and capture the escaped magical creatures. In addition, we must find the whereabouts of Mr. Newt.”

"Harry, Neville..." He was looking for something, but found that Roger had left quietly.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then continued, "You need to get back to school in time. Don't forget, you still have OWLs exams this year."

Roger did not go to the Department of Mysteries or return to Hogwarts. He came to Ollivander's Wand Shop and pushed open the door.

The crisp sound of the bell broke the silence in the store. Mr. Garrick Ollivander sat quietly behind the counter, wearing thick glasses and muttering to himself over a broken wand.

"The Thestral's tail feathers cannot be replaced. We must use the previous ones. Merlin, I have to use a needle to connect the broken tail feathers. Not even a single detail can be wrong."

"What a delicate job. So hard on the old wizard's eyes."

Hearing the bell ring, he raised his head and looked at the door through the thick lenses.

When he saw the other person clearly, a friendly smile appeared on his lips: "Roger? Did you receive the owl letter?"

"Letter? Not yet."

"It's like this." Mr. Ollivander took off his glasses and smiled sheepishly, "I accidentally revealed that wand when I was talking about Tiago's wand with my old friend in the letter."

"Somehow he told Dumbledore." There was a hint of apology in his voice. "Albus came and borrowed it early this morning."

Roger hid his wand in his sleeve, and said calmly, with no emotion in his voice: "Is your old friend Nicolas Flamel?"

"Ah, this..." Ollivander was obviously surprised. He scratched his messy hair, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "How do you know his name?"

"That's right. Nicolas Flamel is the longest-lived wizard in the wizarding world. He has the most extensive collection, and no one in the wizarding world can surpass him. It's not surprising that you guessed it right."

"But don't worry, Dumbledore will definitely return the wand. I know him, he is a good wizard who is honest and trustworthy." Ollivander sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your consent..."

He had not finished when the sound of flapping wings interrupted his words. A brown owl flew in through the open window, holding a package in its talons.

It landed gracefully on a pile of wooden boxes, tilted its head, and stared at Roger with its big amber eyes.

Roger took the package and gently untied the rough hemp rope. Inside was a letter and a rather heavy book.

"These are some trivial wand-making notes. I hope they can help you." Ollivander's tone was sincere and full of guilt. "I'm sorry. I will return it to you as soon as it comes back."

Roger remained silent, opened the envelope and read line by line:

I must confess to you that I have violated the sacred contract between wizards and witches by giving the laurel wand to Albus Dumbledore without your knowledge.

This behavior violates my own principles and betrays your trust in me. No matter what words or reasons are used, they cannot cover up my recklessness and willfulness.

I sincerely ask for your forgiveness and pardon.

Once it is back in my possession, I will return it to you immediately in the same condition as when you borrowed it.

If any damage unfortunately occurs, I will guarantee with the reputation of the Ollivander family that I will do my best to compensate.

Regarding the Tiago wand, I will continue to communicate with that collector and do everything I can to facilitate it.

Please wait patiently for my good news.

The dishonest, reckless Garrick Ollivander.

He stood behind the counter, anxiously waiting for Roger's response, fiddling with his glasses on the table unconsciously, feeling uneasy.

Finally, Roger broke the silence, with a hint of curiosity in his voice: "So, the headmaster doesn't know whose wand it is?"

Ollivander nodded. "It's against my principles to lend it out privately. How can I still say your name?"

"Mr. Ollivander, you are so polite." Roger thought for a moment and quietly put his wand back to his waist. "Actually, I came here to thank you."

He raised a friendly smile and gave up the idea of ​​using Obliviate: "Just now, the headmaster used it to defeat Voldemort." Ollivander's eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief. His expression changed from shock to surprise, then to disbelief, and finally to a complex emotion.

"Yes, Voldemort was defeated by the headmaster. He finally escaped the siege by self-destructing."

"Oh my God, Merlin, this is great!" cheered Ollivander, as if he were ten years younger.

He firmly pushed the wand notebook out and pleaded earnestly: "Take it, Roger. It will make me feel better."

Roger hesitated for a moment and put the notes into his bag. "Mr. Ollivander, there is one more thing...but I don't know how to start."

"You tell me. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse. Even if I can't, I will try my best to help."

Roger lowered his voice: "That wand seems very strange. The headmaster may ask where it came from."

"I understand." Ollivander nodded heavily, his tone very firm, "Please rest assured, I can cast a Fidelius Charm..."

Roger immediately raised his hand and interrupted him: "I believe that your integrity and noble character are far better than any confidentiality spell."

"I hope it will remain with you as a sample for research..."

Just as he was about to say something, a sudden vibration interrupted him.

The ground began to shake violently, as if a giant beast had awakened underground. The wand boxes piled high on both sides collapsed like an avalanche, making a deafening noise.

Roger and Ollivander looked at each other and immediately waved their wands to stabilize the tilted shelf.

The sudden earthquake lasted for a full five minutes, and the wizards stood in the street, talking about it.

"Earthquake? But this is Diagon Alley." Everyone felt dizzy and could feel the ground beneath their feet still shaking.

"Could it be that someone's cauldron exploded?"

"Hey, goblins of Gringotts, what the hell is going on?"

"Earthquake, but not in the British wizarding world." The goblins sealed off Gringotts, and Bellingrum also rushed to check the underground vault.

"It's not here. That's okay." Several sighs of relief were heard from the crowd.

The wizards dispersed in twos and threes and hurried back to their shops to sort out the goods scattered on the ground.

Jingle Bell……

A crisp bell sound came from Roger's body, and the receiver of the magic telephone jumped wildly.

He quickly answered the phone and a familiar and frightened voice came from the receiver.

"Master, it's getting dark," Nagini cried. "I see a rolling cloud, it...it drowns out the sunlight. It looks like snow, hot snow made of ash..."

"Nagini, calm down!" he demanded immediately. "Where are you now?"

"Santa Cruz Island."

Roger held the microphone between his head and shoulders and ran to Flourish and Blotts. He bought an exquisite magic globe and quickly found Nagini's current location.

"Pacific equator... 540 nautical miles west of Ecuador."

"Yes, master, the airship and I are here!" Nagini's voice became a little calmer.

"Don't be afraid, it should be a volcanic eruption." Roger gently comforted her, "The snow you saw is actually volcanic ash. Did it come from the northwest?"

"North, a little east."

Rogge pondered for a moment and guessed that the eastward movement of volcanic ash might be related to atmospheric circulation.

"It's okay. Check if there is enough food in the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and prepare to return."

Nagini hesitated for a moment, and said with reluctance: "There is still a year's supply, but the shipwreck is just..."

"No buts, come back first." Roger's tone left no room for doubt, "I can abandon the sinking ship, but I can't abandon you, be obedient."

"Hmm~" Nagini was deeply moved.

"If I'm not mistaken, the erupting volcano is to your northwest." He pointed his finger at Yellowstone Park and slid it gently, as if outlining a certain trajectory: "So, don't take the northern route. Go around Gibraltar, enter the British wizarding world from the Strait of St. George, and go directly back to the manor."

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly thought of the inexplicable shattering sound before Voldemort blew himself up.

"I thought I had to do it myself, but I didn't expect that he had already arranged it. Also, how could he care about the flood after his death?"

He quickly sent a message to his mother Jessica, asking her to go ahead and buy food, herbs, fuel and all other necessities.

The sky is getting dark, the snow is getting gray, and the rain is getting sour. For some time to come, we are destined to live a hamster life.

"Well, we have to prepare some winter clothes. How about using the lava well in the manor and building a hot spring version of the heating system?"

Ten minutes later, the second strong shock wave came, and the goods that had just been sorted fell to the ground again.

Before saying goodbye to Ollivander, Roger specifically reminded: "This earthquake feels unusual, it's best to stock up on some food. Our Transfiguration spell can't turn stones into bread."

Ollivander nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Two consecutive five-minute earthquakes are definitely not an ordinary disaster. I really don't know what the center of the earthquake looks like now.

At the same time, Hogwarts remained motionless amid the shaking, as if in another world.

The house-elves were busy preparing a sumptuous dinner for everyone, and tempting aromas wafted through the kitchen.

Students who stayed back for the Christmas holidays gathered in their respective common rooms, looking curiously at the slightly swaying chandelier.

"Hey, who do you think is behind this prank?"

"Perhaps it was Peeves's. I just saw him setting a trap on the door."

A ball of fire flashed across the station, and Roger and Maria emerged from it. He stretched his body, looked at the empty tracks, and shook his head helplessly.

The speed of the express train is disappointing. It departs from London in the morning and arrives around 6pm.

"Forget it, I won't wait any longer. I might as well go back to the dorm and try the Room of Requirement that is connected to the panel."

(End of this chapter)