The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1451 Black Bamboo Staff, Heart of the Ferocious!
Gringotts, the vault of the Duryan family.

Picking up the necklace beside him, Zhang Cheng examined it closely and discovered that it was actually an alchemical artifact designed to enhance magical power.
Curious why no one in the Derain family wore it, Zhang Cheng hung it around his neck. Since there was no one left in the Derain family, he couldn't very well dig up all his relatives and ask them, could he?

But Zhang was unaware that alchemical products that enhance magic power have always been very rare.
If discovered by a dark wizard, they will inevitably face countless assassination attempts.

Therefore, the Draene family was very clever and chose to hide it in their vault, only to have the patriarch retrieve it in the event of a life-or-death battle!

But no one expected that Zhang Cheng, who had no sense of martial ethics, would actually betray his own family and overturn the table, scattering the ashes of the Derain family himself!
Seeing that Zhang Cheng put on the necklace without any unusual reaction, Snape finally relaxed.
However, upon seeing many rare potion ingredients, he immediately swallowed hard.

These things are extremely rare, even for a Potions Master like Snape!

After all, this isn't just a matter of Galleons anymore; it's about the foundation of the nation!

"Do you need these things, Professor?"

Looking at Snape, Zhang Cheng asked curiously,
"No, I don't need it!"

Turning his head, Snape spoke with an air of aloofness.
However, looking at Snape's appearance, Zhang Cheng's lips twitched, because this greasy bat was really arrogant. No wonder he couldn't win over James Potter back then and was dumped by Lily!

"Professor, you can take whatever you need, but you must teach me how to use these materials!"

When speaking to Snape, Zhang Cheng gave him a way out.

After all, he wasn't very interested in potions.

As Snape famously said, potions may bring honor and banish death, but they cannot enhance strength!

But he is the chosen one of this world, and the only one!

Zhang Cheng, who had just been released from prison, was already fearless of the Draene family. If he were given enough time to grow, even if Voldemort were to be resurrected, he would only be like the Corpse Immortal of the Myriad Realms in the Sun and Moon Misalignment, exclaiming that the other side had opened fire!
Voldemort: Is this even human? What the hell am I facing?
Grindelwald:
The despicable Halbo: Luckily, I am an ancient wizard!
"From now on, you'd better pay attention in my classes, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng seriously, Snape stared at him, then turned and went to where the potion ingredients were placed.

As he began selecting materials as if they were works of art, a smile crept onto Zhang Cheng's lips.
Because Snape's appearance and his inner self are completely different people; he has a sharp tongue but a soft heart!

If Harry Potter were a girl, there would be no need for a savior, because the Half-Blood Prince could turn the Divine Sword into a Force 12 gale with his wand!

Azkaban, a remote and isolated island prison.

When the new newspapers appeared, people were shocked to see the news of the Derain family's downfall.

Because outsiders don't know how the Derain family disappeared, but these fellow inmates know all too well, because it was definitely done by that damned "devil boy"!
"Snotty-nosed brat, you idiot, you idiot!"

Sirius Black glared angrily at the newspaper, and when he saw the animated image of Aurors searching for survivors amidst the ruins, he couldn't help but roar.
He had already said that taking that child out would bring disaster to the magical world, but he refused to listen.
Now look what's happened, the Draene family has become the first victim!
Seeing the idiots at the Ministry of Magic shifting the blame to Muggles, Sirius really wanted to say, "What the hell are you thinking? You're as clueless as Louis XVI!"

"Hahaha, Blake, did you see that? He's started his revenge!"

“That’s right, Blake, that so-called savior will also die at his hands!”

"No one can save these utterly stupid idiots!"

"Everyone will die a horrible death from his piercing torture when they finally see his true face!"

"Too bad, he doesn't know Avada Kedavra yet, hahahaha!" Seeing Sirius's furious expression, many Death Eaters mocked him with great enthusiasm.

Because compared to Zhang Cheng, who instilled terror in them, everyone would much rather see him released.
After all, no one knew better than them what kind of calamity this monster, who could unleash the "Heart-Piercing Bone-Scraping" technique without any instruction, would bring!
Hearing the mocking voices around him, Sirius hated Snape even more.
If this snotty-nosed guy hadn't been so stupid, how could he have brought Azkaban's greatest danger out with him!
After his magical powers went berserk at the age of ten, he was able to cast spells without a wand, and even use the extremely complex Unforgivable Curse. Even Voldemort couldn't do that back then, right?
Voldemort: Do you want to hear what you're saying? Not even Grindelwald!

Grindelwald: If I can't do it, then Dumbledore can't either!

Dumbledore:
Ollivanders Wand Shop
Gazing at the ancient shop before him, Zhang Cheng fell silent, for it was founded in 382 BC.
This is a truly time-honored brand with a history of over a thousand years!

"Let's go!"

After speaking to Zhang Cheng, Snape pushed open the door and went inside.
As the bell on the door rang, Ollivander immediately smiled and said, "Snape, are you here to change your wand?"

"No, it's him!"

Patting Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, Snape began to introduce him.

Upon hearing Snape's words, Ollivander immediately replied, "Okay, no problem, son. What's your name? Are you left-handed or right-handed?"

“Glen von der Leyen! I’m right-handed!”

Zhang Cheng laughed as he explained to Ollivander.
“Dream? Oh, that’s quite a rare name. Let me think… your mother must be Leia, right? Your eyes look a lot like hers.”

Looking into Zhang Cheng's slightly bluish eyes, Ollivander smiled.
Zhang Cheng reached out his hand, but didn't answer Ollivander's question, because it reminded him of something unpleasant.
“Alright, try this one! I remember your mother used alder wood, unicorn hair. Its owner wasn't stubborn or obstinate; on the contrary, she was often helpful! It would suit you too!”

A smile appeared on his face as Ollivander handed him a wand.
But just as Zhang Cheng grasped the magic wand, he waved his hand and scattered a shower of brilliant starlight.
But looking at Zhang Cheng, Ollivander frowned and said, "No, child, it seems it's not suitable for you! Because you're just controlling it!"

With that, Ollivander took out a wand and said, "Try the maple wood, the Black Dragon Nerve. Its owner usually has a very strong ambition!"

Holding the maple wand in his hand, Zhang Cheng immediately felt a surge of magical power about to erupt.

But seeing Zhang Cheng's expression, Ollivander took it away again, saying, "No, no, no, that's not right either. It's afraid of your power!"

In the process of constantly choosing, Zhang Cheng always managed to display terrifying destructive power, leaving Snape behind him in astonishment, because how could this child's magic be so terrifying?

However, after trying more than ten sticks, Hagrid and Harry Potter walked in through the door.
Upon seeing Zhang Cheng raise his hand and unleash a surging attack, they were immediately astonished.
Is this a test of magic wands, not a battle?

"It seems you're a picky person!"

Ollivander took out a dusty box from the corner and stepped forward, saying, "This is the Black Bamboo Wand from the East. It was made by my great-grandfather. The core of the wand was taken from the heart of a ferocious beast called the Zang. It has never found its owner, but he once said that the person who uses this wand will be an extraordinary being!"

As he spoke, Ollivander handed the wand to Zhang Cheng.

Holding the black bamboo wand in his hand, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of divine inspiration.

The wand in his hand seemed to disappear, merging with him.
"Crack!"

A surge of purplish-black magic erupted, and Zhang Cheng raised his wand, drawing an arc of light as he said, "I like it!"

"It likes you too!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a broad smile, Ollivander couldn't help but feel happy, because he had finally helped the picky little wizard find his wand.
However, Ollivander seemed to have forgotten what his great-grandfather had said: that this wand would bring disaster to the world!
(End of this chapter)