Chapter 270 "The Death Wand"

Morgan cast a peculiar glance at Skyler before elaborating, "Back in our time, the Thestral Wand wasn't as scarce as it is today. Few could discern its significance."

Concerned that Skyler and Voldemort might miss the point, Morgan delved further, "During that era, shortly after Hogwarts' founding, the prevalent magical pedagogy followed a traditional master-apprentice structure. There wasn't the chaos of categorizing magic into charms, transfiguration, or herbology—magic was simply magic. Schools existed, but not the notion of disciplines."

"Some were surprised with the sudden appearance of the norms, while some," she stared at Skyler before flashing an alluring smile, "like us, oppose the idea of it down to our very core. Magic is supposed to be free. There are no boundaries or limits to constrain one's way of learning magic and how one wants to apply it. Yet... the foolish weak of the masses demand the other way... they banded together and supported the wrong cause."

Skyler was already acquainted with this historical context from the archives of prominent families and Ravenclaw's research. Yet, hearing it recounted by a contemporary added a new layer of significance.

In this era, magical schools weren't about specializing in distinct magical fields or employing diverse spell-casting methodologies. Rather, they resembled Muggle's religious affiliations. For instance, Druids focused on "nature," shaping their magic—be it spells, enchantments, conjurations, or divinations—around nature's influence.

As for Voldemort's lack of knowledge on this matter, Skyler prefers it that way.

A half-blood wizard raised in a Muggle orphanage might chronologically be 68 years old. Still, considering his 13-year hiatus between life and death and his origins outside this world, he's hardly had time amidst his pursuits of forming alliances and delving into dark magic to study wizarding history at length.

Such is the distinction between the nouveau riche and the old guard; the latter's lineage speaks volumes.

Voldemort's ascent to power is undeniably impressive.

"Among the many magical institutions, only a handful can be considered top-tier. The Thestral Wand hails from one of these elite schools—the Death School. Focused on the essence of 'death,' they explore life's terminus and strive for the power to raise the departed. The Thestrals, embodiments of mortality, symbolize their pursuit…"

"In the thirteenth century, the legacy of the Death School officially fell into the hands of the Peverell family. Antioch, a cunning lad, managed to harness his ancestors' achievements to craft the legendary Death Wand. Though the wand you hold may not match my memory's image in appearance or length, it evokes a striking sense of familiarity."

"Having had dealings with the Peverell family for certain reasons in the past, I trust my instincts implicitly. My intuition won't falter. Even if your wand isn't the genuine Death Wand, it's certainly connected to it in some way."

"The Death Wand you speak of..." Skyler seized upon the keyword, affecting an air of indifference as he inquired, "Is it the Elder Wand?"

 

"Hahaha," Morgan chuckled, "The Elder Wand is merely a moniker bestowed by later wand-makers, ignorant of its true nature. Contrary to popular belief, the wand's power goes beyond mere elder wood and Thestral Tail Feather core. But there's little point delving into these matters further."

"What I want to convey is..." Morgan's eyes shimmered, a subtle hint of insatiable greed glinting within, "The wand in your possession has undergone a transformation."

"The latent potential in my bloodline can sense it clearly," Morgan spoke softly, "The core of your wand—the Thestral tail feather—has evolved into something ancient and formidable: one of the five Ancient Dragons, the Night Corpse Dragon."

Skyler was surprised at Morgan's mention of the Night Corpse Dragon. He didn't expect Morgan to mention it right now.

Morgan took a notice on the sudden moment when Skyler's expression changed just now, she knew that Skyler is not as fool as the others think he is.

"You might not grasp the significance of this," Morgan's smile took on a playful edge, "It signifies that the wielder of this wand has delved into exceedingly potent and arcane black magic, harboring an unyielding intent for murder—have you resolved to take someone's life?"

"If my deduction holds true, that individual would be my unfortunate underling—Barty Crouch Jr., the double agent. He met his end at your hands, am I correct?"

Skyler compressed his lips, offering no response.

Undeterred, Morgan pressed on, "Silence speaks volumes. Frankly—"