Hatred Spreads Above Hogwarts

"Deathly Hallows!?"

Scrimgeour cried out.

He clearly had not expected the Deathly Hallows from fairy tales to truly exist, nor that the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows, was in Dumbledore's hands.

If this secret had come from someone else, Scrimgeour would certainly have dismissed it as a fantasy. But coming from Andy, he had no choice but to take it seriously.

That was the power of identity, status, and reputation.

Though Andy was young, he was powerful.

More importantly, Andy had killed people, and he killed without batting an eye.

Scrimgeour could not regard Andy as an ordinary wizard.

"What secrets do the Deathly Hallows hold?"

Scrimgeour asked in a low voice, "The story says that if one gathers all three Deathly Hallows, one can become the Master of Death."

"Could Dumbledore perhaps...?"

Andy smiled and spread his hands. "Who knows?"

Scrimgeour's expression shifted darkly.

If Dumbledore's wand was truly the legendary Elder Wand, then Dumbledore's purpose was obvious.

He wanted to become the Master of Death! Could the item stolen from the Gringotts vault be one of the Deathly Hallows?

Scrimgeour thought it over.

It was not impossible!

Dumbledore and Grindelwald had searched for the Deathly Hallows, and Andy knew their secret. Then... Voldemort might also know of their existence and may even have searched for them in secret.

"How much else do you know?" Scrimgeour asked.

"That's all."

Andy spread his hands. "Dumbledore never told me about this. I only happened to overhear it."

Scrimgeour clearly did not believe him.

But since Andy did not want to talk, there was nothing Scrimgeour could do.

"It's getting late..."

After a moment of silence, Scrimgeour rose and said, "Let's leave it here for today. If you get any news in the future, leave it at this place."

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