Death Wand

Morgan glanced at Skylar with a somewhat strange look before continuing, "While Thestral Wand were rare in our time, they weren't as unrecognizable as they are now."

As if worried that Skylar and Voldemort might not understand her meaning, Morgan explained further, "In that era, Hogwarts had only been established for a short time, and the traditional master-apprentice system was the mainstream in the wizarding world. In that era, there was no such thing as classifying magic into Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and other such messy things as you do—magic was magic, at most there were different schools of thought, but no so-called disciplines."

Skylar already knew about the schools of thought she mentioned; he had learned this information from the historical documents collected by various families and Ravenclaw. However, when this information was told by people who were involved in that era, it had a completely different feel to it.

The so-called magical schools are not a classification method that refers to specializing in or studying different areas of magic, or using different spellcasting systems. This classification method is actually more similar to the religious beliefs of Muggle. For example, the Druid School believes in the power of "nature", and all the magic they study, whether it is spells, seals, creation (that is, alchemy), or Divination, tends to be in the direction of natural forces.

As for Voldemort, the Prophet was unaware of these things; Skylar was more inclined to believe that he was unaware.

A Half-blood wizard born in Muggle orphanage, who is 68 years old, actually spent 13 years in a state of being a living but dead soul. Before that, he was busy building his party or pursuing Dark Arts. It would be strange if he had time to slowly savor the history of wizards.

This is the difference between nouveau riche and traditional aristocrats; after all, the latter have a solid family heritage.

Voldemort's ability to reach this point speaks volumes about his exceptional talent.

"Among the many schools of magic, only a handful can be considered top-tier, and the Thestral Wand comes from one of these schools— the Death School. The Death School is passionate about pursuing the power of 'death,' researching the end of life, and seeking the power to bring the dead back to life— the Thestral, a species representing death, is their representative totem..."

"By the 13th century, the legacy of the Death School officially passed into the hands of the Peverell family, and that clever little Antioch actually succeeded in combining the achievements of his ancestors and creating the legendary Death Wand —although the wand you hold in your hand, in both appearance and length, does not match the Death Wand in my memory, it gives me an extremely familiar feeling..."

"Because of certain reasons in the past, I have had some dealings with the Peverell family, so I am very confident in this matter. My intuition is infallible—I can assure you that the wand in your hand, even if it is not the real Death Wand, is inextricably linked to it."

"The Death Wand you mentioned..." Skylar keenly grasped this key phrase, and asked with feigned nonchalance, "The Elder Wand?"

"Hahaha..." Morgan chuckled. "The Elder Wand is just a name given to it by those clueless wand makers of later generations, based on the fact that its shaft is made of Elder Wood. In reality, the Death Wand's power is far more than simply combining Elder Wood shaft with Thestral Tail Feather core. It also involves... well, there's no point in explaining any more of this to you."

"What I really wanted to say was..." Morgan's eyes flickered slightly, a barely perceptible glint of greed in them, "... the wand in your hand has evolved—"

"I can clearly sense it within my bloodline," Morgan said softly. "The core of your wand—that Thestral's tail feather—has successfully evolved into its ancient ancestor—the Draco Mortem, one of the five ancient divine dragons..."

"You probably don't understand what this means, do you?" Morgan said with a playful smile. "It means that the owner of this wand must have used extremely powerful and profound Dark Arts, and that an unwavering killing intent had formed in their heart—you made up your mind to kill someone yourself, didn't you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that person was my poor subordinate— Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr., the double agent. He's dead by your hand, don't you think?"

Skylar pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

Morgan didn't seem to mind and continued, "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. Seriously—"

"You can kill that man and that's it, I don't care—" Morgan said coldly, "He should have known this day would come when he swore to pledge his life to me."

"Regardless of whether you're right or wrong," Skylar said with a sneer, "Just because I've ruthlessly killed people, just because my wand has achieved what you call 'evolution,' you've concluded that I'll be on your side, that I'll be a dark wizard—may I say you're a bit overconfident?"

"You don't understand," Morgan shook her head slightly and said, "Evolving a wand is no simple matter. Even the most powerful Grand Sorcerer in the world, casting spells with their wands day and night, cannot guarantee that a wand will evolve. Otherwise, think about it, you are not the only brilliant wizard in the past thousand years, yet surely no one has managed to make the theory of wand evolution remain just a legend?"

"You were able to do that," Morgan said, staring intently at Skylar. "That only proves that you are perfectly suited to this wand, that there's some unspoken, mysterious bond between you and the wand—and then, under the influence of your Dark Arts, it broke through that barrier and successfully evolved..."

"The Thestral represent death, darkness, and misfortune," Morgan said slowly, her expression utterly serious and solemn. "The fact that you are a match for the Thestral Wand alone determines your destiny as a Dark Lord who will stir up storms and shock the world—fate has chosen you, and you—have no other choice!"

"Tsk tsk," Skylar's lips curled slightly, as if he had gleaned a rather important piece of information from the conversation just now, "Whether I am the destined Dark Lord, I don't know, but what I do know is—I rejected your proposal."

"I am who I am, and I will decide what kind of person I become—" Skylar said with unwavering determination, "I will not join you."

"My ambitions, my ideals, have never aligned with yours—" Skylar's eyes gradually sharpened, "I will create my own future!"

"If you had Meredith's memories, you would have known my answer long ago!"