163 Warren and gold coins

163 Warren and gold coins

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Was she referring to the elder wand?

Why would Meadows know about this?

Callan frowned and looked at Meadows. Before he could say anything, Meadows continued: "Only I have tried that wand. Before that, Mr. Ollivander had never shown it to anyone. A magic wand.”

"But after I returned to England, Ollivander didn't remember this incident."

"The only reason for all this is the freshmen who just enrolled last year."

"Perhaps one of these people was chosen by this wand. And because of this, this person cast the Forgetting Curse on Mr. Ollivander."

"Am I right?"

"Karan Sangster."

Meadows stared at the expression on Callan's face, and the two stared at each other in silence.

After a moment of silence, Karan bit into the toast that was still warm and shook his head slightly.

"You really dare to think about it."

Karan took a sip of the floating pumpkin juice and asked vaguely: "Is there anything else?"

"If not, I think this meeting will end here."

"I know that magic wand is with you." Meadows was not affected by Karan's words at all. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "Among this freshmen, you are the only one who is most likely to be chosen by that magic wand. ."

"Especially after I saw what you did in the Forbidden Forest."

"A wizard destined to be extraordinary."

"Only in this way can one be worthy of becoming the master of that wand."

"An...elder wand."

Callan shook his head slightly again, seemingly unreasonable about Meadows' words.

"So, Principal Dumbledore just asked you to deliver a message?"

Karan said, opening the door and extending his hand in a "please" gesture.

"If that's all, a simple letter would at least be more effective than a visit from you in person."

But Meadows had no intention of leaving, and the door slammed shut suddenly.

Karan frowned at her.

"I don't have a second wand at all."

He said impatiently: "If you insist on finding trouble with me, I advise you to use a more reasonable excuse."

"Me? A new student who hasn't enrolled yet? Successfully cast the Forgetting Curse on Mr. Ollivander?"

Karan said in a contemptuous tone: "Are you kidding?"

"Of course this is impossible." Meadows said softly, with a dangerous tone in his tone.

"Unless this new student is born with a closed brain."

After hearing these words, Karan's frown deepened.

"Dumbledore told you this?" he asked in a low voice.

"Do you really think..."

Meadows said as she stood up, she slowly walked up to Karan and looked down at him.

"Is this all I can do?"

Karan didn't back away.

"Are you a Legilimency?" he asked.

Meadows smiled and didn't answer, but the look on her face said it all.

There was a brief silence.

"Who else knows about this?" Karan suddenly asked.

Meadows didn't seem to want to answer this question, but after curling her lips, she still shook her head and said, "No, Principal Dumbledore didn't tell anyone about this matter. This is also what he told me to tell you. .”

Karan nodded slightly and said nothing.

But Meadows continued: "It seems that you have mastered this talent very quickly, and you have not made the same mistake of 'seemingly is the same'."

Karan knew what she meant.

During his initial meeting with Dumbledore, his behavior was consistent with his stated thoughts.It was precisely because of this that Dumbledore became aware of his identity as a born closed-brained person.

But it's not completely uncontrollable.

Karan does not need to reveal the truth, in fact he cannot do so unless he takes the initiative to say it.

He just needs to focus on the [illusion], that's enough.

It took him a long time to successfully do this.

This is to avoid exposing one's true talent in front of other Legilimency users.

For example, Voldemort.

“Mistakes may go unpunished, but they must be corrected.”

Karan said softly.

Meadows looked at him with a strange look.

"Do you regard talent as a mistake?"

Karan shook his head.

"Maybe not entirely wrong."

“But it’s never completely right until it’s corrected.”

Rarely, Meadows nodded in agreement with Karan's words.

"You're right," she said softly.

"That's why I need that wand."

The expression on Karan's face immediately changed to one of impatience.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you believe me?"

But Meadows ignored Karan's rebuttal and continued: "Perhaps you don't know that there has always been a curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship."

[No, I know very well. 】

Karan said silently in his heart.

"Due to this curse, no professor in this class can serve for more than one year, which is why I will resign early."

"Although, I still haven't succeeded in avoiding this curse."

Karan looked her up and down, his eyes full of suspicion.

But Meadows didn't explain much.

"After a while, after all the matters at hand are taken care of, I will go to Egypt."

"In the ancient tombs there, there are some curses that have lasted for thousands of years."

"I will find a way to try to study those curses."

She looked at Karan again and whispered: "If there is no confidence to guarantee success,"

"Then there's no need for me to come back."

There was an inexplicable sense of heroism in her tone.

"So, I need that wand."

she said finally.

"At least, for the sake of me buying you a lot of snacks."

There was a brief silence.

In the end, Karan shook his head expressionlessly.

"What a lunatic."

His tone was mocking, even contemptuous.

Meadows pursed his lips and stared at Karan with his light blue eyes.

"It seems like that's it," she said.

Karan didn't even look at her again. He turned away and walked to the study.

Meadows looked at his back.

"I kept your talent a secret, and you shouldn't tell anyone about it."

she said aloud.

But Karan didn't look back.

Meadows' palms clenched repeatedly.

In the end, she didn't pull out her wand, just pushed the door open.

Outside the house, a middle-aged man was walking quickly.

"Is there any trouble?" Moody asked in a low voice, looking at Meadows suspiciously.

At this time, Meadows had regained her expression on her face. She shook her head and said, "No, it's all over."

"By the way, why did you come so late?"

Moody's scarred face showed a rare hint of trouble.

"Another mistake happened in the Centaur Liaison Office. Old Warren is looking for help everywhere. If he doesn't agree, he will cry. I really can't stand her."

"Warren?" Meadows asked doubtfully, "You mean Myrtle Warren? She hasn't been expelled yet?"

"It's early." Moody shook his head and said: "She was already there when I first entered the Ministry of Magic. She is older than everyone. No minister dares to cause this trouble, so he simply sent her away. I have always been placed in this position.”

"There are no real centaurs who would use this department anyway."

"Okay, let's go."

He said: "It's time to find trouble with Malfoy."

Meadows nodded.

Just as she closed the door from the outside, someone suddenly pushed it open from the inside.

Karan stood at the door with a cold face. He looked at Moody twice, focusing on his legs and eyes, and then handed a gold galleon to Meadows.

"Take it," he said simply.

Meadows looked at him strangely: "This is not what I want."

"That's not what I want either."

Karan said something inexplicably, and then he directly put the Galleung into Meadows' hand.

"Just think of it as the Christmas gift I owe you."

"Also, if I want to hide something, I might consider putting it in the basement."

"Not here,"

He said to Meadows who immediately looked into the room: "It's Mr. Anthony. He is the director of our orphanage. He did this before he died."

Then, before the two men could recover, Karan took a step back and closed the door again.

"What is this little guy talking about?" Moody's deep voice came from outside the door: "And this gold coin of yours, take it over and let me check it to make sure it's not a dangerous item."

"Save your worries, he is only in the first year." Meadows said and put away the gold coins: "Don't worry about what he meant. But, does Malfoy Manor have a basement?"

"I don't know," Moody said. "I finally applied for a search warrant this time. Very few people have been there."

"Then let's find a way to check it out." Meadows said casually: "They can't find my Illusion Curse anyway."

Moody stared at Meadows' side pocket, his eyes still a little dissatisfied: "This is not the quality that an Auror should have."

"I forgot if you didn't tell me." Meadows said with a smile: "Unless old Warren voluntarily resigns from the Ministry of Magic - maybe I should add this one."

"Humph!"

Karan, who was standing behind the door, could no longer hear anything clearly after hearing Moody's last cold snort.

Myrtle Warren should have died.

And Dorcas Meadows, who would die at the hands of Voldemort much later.

"Damn!"

He cursed under his breath.

Suddenly, he had no way out.

This time, he had no choice.

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