The Wand Of Death

Garrick looked at the wand in Dante's hand and nearly went white with shock.

The wand he is holding is not even supposed to be in this room.

"Lord Dante, this wand is called Death Stroke. It is made from the souls of thousands of the most notorious dark wizards in history. It shares with its user not only its dark knowledge but its thirst for destruction. The wand is not made of wood at all but instead made from the bones of death herself. Somehow, she used one of her own bones to make this wand, then made its core with the power of death itself. I would not recommend this wand to you. It's not suitable for anyone to use at all. This wand is cursed."

Dante looked at the black bone wand that showed up in his hand of its own volition. He could feel the caress of death herself, almost as if death was breathing on him heavily, greatly excited by being in Dante's presence.

"Ahh, death, I know her well. So this wand will work well for my needs. Just go ahead and ring both of us up so we can leave here."

At Dante's forceful command, Garrick did not dare to argue. Anyone that Death Stroke would choose as a master is not a good person.

Garrick totaled up their bill and said, "Yes, that will be a total of two million three hundred thousand Galleons."

Dante gave Garrick his Magic Card to pay, and he processed the transaction quickly, then pushed both of these monsters out of his store.

Garrick decided that after today, he would go on vacation. He needed to tell a few people about the arrival of these two. He should be back in a few weeks' time, conveniently about the time Harry Potter will need his wand for Hogwarts along with all of the other kids.

After leaving Ollivanders, Freya and Dante found themselves again in Diagon Alley. As it started to get dark outside, Dante checked his new pocket watch for the time. Seeing that it was almost six-thirty at night, Dante said to Freya, "We should turn in for the night. We still have plenty of time to take care of our objectives over the next several weeks."

Freya thought about where to go for the night, and then she remembered Durgin Blackforge, mentioning that he would be making a home for them to stay at in Vault 17 if they wanted. Looking at Dante, she said, "Dante, let's go to Vault 17 and spend the night. I'm eager to see if the money you spent there has managed to acquire us some competent help. They promised a home for us there. Besides, I rather like living in the darkness of the underground."

Dante nodded at these words. The darkness is always an ally for people like them. It's harder for others to attack them than it is during the day.

As he thought this, Dante saw Seraphina, Freya's Phoenix, return to them. When Seraphina returned, she landed on Freya's shoulder and then softly spoke.

*Caw*

Freya understood what Seraphina was trying to tell her. It seemed like they had attracted some attention from a few concerned wizards. Since evening was upon them, this meant that it was time to shed some blood and take a few lives.

Freya looked to Dante and said, "Dear, let's return to Knockturn Alley. It seems that some entertainment has arrived and we should prepare an appropriate venue for them."

Dante searched the area around them with his magical senses and noticed a few people keeping a close eye on them. It seemed like the fact that they are foreigners to London has attracted some attention.

Dante said to Freya with a smile on his face, "Very well, my dear. Let's have some dessert before we retire for the night.

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