74- The Strongest Wand

Looking at the silent Rhys, Daphne frowned: This guy always gives people the feeling that he came out of an isolated mountain village.

However, considering his usual behavior, Daphne felt that this seemed to be possible.

A wizard family that has been in seclusion since the Middle Ages?

Then why did he return to the magic society?

Considering that he was so concerned about the seal deep in the Hogwarts dungeon, Daphne felt that she had figured it out.

It is very likely that there was something wrong with the seal underground, so he "came out of seclusion" and returned to Hogwarts to reinforce the seal, solve the problem inside the seal, and get in touch with the modern magic world.

During the silent time, Rhys quickly recalled, and then remembered that he seemed to have seen the book called "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

I didn't read it because it was a story collection.

Thinking of this, Rhys couldn't help but feel helpless: I have been cramming knowledge of the modern magic world for the past few months, but I still made a fool of myself on some common sense issues.

But it is understandable that a person who was active in the eleventh century would find it incredible to hear stories from the fifteenth century.

"So can you tell me this 'legend of the three brothers'?" Rhys chose to let Daphne tell him the story directly.

"Huh?" Daphne was a little surprised, because the narrator of the interesting stories before was always Rhys.

"╰( ⊹o⊹)╮ Of course!"Naturally, she didn't want to miss this precious opportunity!

Daphne put the tools in her hands aside, wiped her hands and robes with a handkerchief, and found a stool to sit down.

She seemed not to be telling a story, but to be performing a sacred religious ceremony.

After everything was ready, Daphne cleared her throat and began to tell the legend of the three brothers in a vivid way.

[Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were traveling on a secluded path. It was almost midnight——]

Rhys raised his eyebrows: They were traveling near midnight, why didn't they stop to camp somewhere? Were they in a hurry? Then why didn't they use teleportation magic or flying brooms? Could they not?

[As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim across. However, the three brothers were proficient in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the treacherous water. 

Everything was going well until they reached the middle of the bridge, and a hooded figure blocked their way.

It was Death.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him

Rhys finds another flaw in the story: Can a wizard who can create a bridge with a wave of his wand really drown in the river? This doesn't make sense unless there is something wrong with the water in the river. But since it is a children's bedtime story, there is no need to dwell on it too much.

Later, the three brothers ask Death for the most powerful wand in the world, the stone that can resurrect the dead, and the invisibility cloak of Death.

The eldest brother, who received the Elder Wand, had his throat slit in his sleep. The second brother, who got the Resurrection Stone, went mad because the person he brought back wasn't truly alive and ended up committing suicide. Only the youngest brother, who had the Invisibility Cloak, met a peaceful end, eventually greeting Death as an old friend and leaving this world as equals.]

After hearing this story, Rhys stroked his chin.

Ignoring some minor flaws, the whole story is pretty good and very educational.

It is not sustainable to rely solely on powerful force, and it is not feasible to try to break the laws of nature. Only low-key and humbleness are the wealth that people can hold for life.

As for Death, he also knew that he was the master of people coming and going in the living world, responsible for suppressing those dark wizards who could not reincarnate because of their broken souls, and responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the reincarnation order.

Rhys didn't believe that Death would act as described in the story because, to Death, every wizard would eventually come to him, whether sooner or later, it was just a matter of time. If he didn't come today, he would come in the future, just wait and it would be over, why should he be angry?

Of course, these are all fairy tales, and trying to find rationality in fairy tales is irrational behavior.

"So is the wand made by Slytherin stronger than the Elder Wand?"

"Probably?" Rhys was also a little uncertain.

According to the setting in the story, the Elder Wand is the strongest. But if you look deeper, the Elder Wand was made by the Death God, while his own snake wand was made with the brain nerves of Jörmungandr as the wand core and the mistletoe branches that killed the God of Light Balder as the wand body - the materials alone consumed the lives of two false gods, so it should not be weaker than the one made by the Death God, right?

However, the wand I made does have a big negative effect. If the Elder Wand of Death has no negative effect, it is indeed more suitable for daily use than my own snake wand.

"Cool!" Daphne didn't think too much about it, but was simply very excited. Compared with the illusory old wand in fairy tales, the wand left by Slytherin is much more real.

"Then do you have any record of where Slytherin hid his wand before he died?"

Rhys's face turned black: How can you talk like that, little girl?!

He cleared his throat and pointed out the fallacy in Daphne's words: "The whereabouts of the four founders, except Rowena, I mean Ms. Ravenclaw, are unknown, so it is not rigorous for you to conclude that Slytherin is dead. On the contrary, I am more inclined to believe that the ...four founders have continued their lives in some special way. After all, as long as you want to live, there is always a way."

For a powerful wizard who is proficient in magic, continuing life is not a very difficult thing, but how to continue life decently is the difficulty. If you really don't want your face, you can still make a Horcrux. However, this is the lowest form of longevity, and Rhys sneered at it.

For those wizards who seek immortality through Horcruxes, Rhys simply despises them.

"How can someone live for a thousand years? Nicolas Flamel invented the Philosopher's Stone and has only lived for more than six hundred years." Daphne didn't believe what Rhys said, but she soon noticed that Rhys did not deny her question.

"Do you really know the whereabouts of that wand?!" Daphne was shocked: How could Rhys know everything?

Could it be that, as he said, he was the true heir of Slytherin, and the Gaunt family was just a lineage of an adopted child?

"It's not something you can touch now." Seeing that Daphne seemed to have some bold ideas, Rhys quickly poured cold water on her to wake her up.

If she rashly touched the snake wand now, she would definitely go crazy.

"When you grow up, I'll take you to find its whereabouts." Rhys wrote a check for the future.

Daphne: "!"

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