We Are Friends

Autri Ottery St Catchpole,

Not far from William's house, a small wooden hut was built to serve as a temporary wand-making workshop.

William stood in a room filled with discarded magical materials and took three wands from a short, stout old man.

Before leaving for Egypt, he Gregorovitch for several Elder Wand.

Now that the work was finished, he began to carefully examine the fakes.

As expected of a product made by Gregorovitch, a man who once wielded the Elder Wand and spent over a decade researching, it's bound to be a masterpiece.

At least, William's use of these three wands was much more powerful than that of ordinary wands.

Consequently, it doesn't feel as silky smooth.

This is the difference between Ollivander and Gregorovitch, two masters of rod-making.

The former seeks the unity of wizard and wand; the latter seeks ultimate power.

But for Voldemort, he is now pursuing ultimate power.

Therefore, having never handled the Elder Wand before, when he received a wand that was clearly more powerful than the yew wand... he would inevitably assume it was the real thing.

You might even feel an unprecedented thrill and excitement, just like the first time.

Unfortunately, a fake is a fake, and it can't replace the real thing.

William held a wand and cast several Avada Kedavra in succession, causing the wand's interior to begin to crack.

This feeling... is like that supposedly ultra-thin 001 suit that feels like you're not wearing anything at all, but after just a couple of charges, you're completely disarmed...

It's broken.

At times like this, all you want to do is yell:

rnm,

Refund!

William was very satisfied with the effect; he wanted Voldemort to get what he wanted most, only to discover a second later that... he had been set up.

He then looked at Gregorovitch and whispered:

"I also need you to make a wand. I will provide the materials, and you must make it according to my steps."

He pulled out the Elder Wood vine and the hippopotamus ivory wand.

Then, he handed over the steps for crafting the Elder Wand.

Gregorovitch didn't pay much attention to the Elder Wood; it looked ordinary and no different from regular Elder Wood.

The old man's eyes were completely drawn to the hippopotamus horn magic wand.

The wand gleamed with a sharp light and exuded a piercing aura of death; with his years of experience, he could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary.

He examined it carefully for a while, then exclaimed in shock:

"This wand is made in ancient Egypt. I've dug up... cough cough, collected a few antiques, but none of them can compare to this."

The wand also bears the name of Ramesses II...

Hey William, you haven't been off to Egypt to rob tombs all this time, have you?!

He also remembered news reports that many sorcerers had died at an Alchemy conference held in Egypt.

Many Goblin have also gone missing from Gringotts Egypt.

That matches up!

Sure enough... wherever William goes, trouble follows.

You, a tiny Egypt, why did you send William there for no reason...?!

Gregorovitch was internally cursing.

"It wasn't from tomb raiding; I found it by chance in Egypt," William said with a smile.

This wand belonged to Ramesses II, but was eventually stolen by Moses. During the Egypt, he used magic to part the Red Sea.

Morgan somehow obtained it and deliberately gave it to the Goblin to lure William into the Sacred Lake.

Now, this wand naturally belongs to William.

Its power is beyond doubt.

William intends to use it as the core, Elder Wood Death the wood... to make a new wand.

It follows the same steps as the Deathly Hallows, but it wasn't made by Death.

Whether it's a reskin, a knock-off, or an imitation... at least the autonomy is in our own hands, not in the hands of Death.

Upon hearing William's request, Gregorovitch wore an expression of utter disdain.

"This is a work of art, it's history, and you're just going to destroy it like this?"

"This is very important to me, Mr. Gregorovitch," William said earnestly.

"Alright..." Gregorovitch sighed.

He was saved by William and owed him a life; he couldn't refuse.

After giving a few more instructions, William left the cabin and headed towards the yard.

When he reached the riverbank, he saw Hermione and Anne fighting.

Hermione euphemistically calls it. "Training Anne's Fighting Skills."

Anne claimed that she was experiencing domestic violence, which she felt was oppression of a minor by adults, and that she wanted her brother to help her.

Okay, so basically the sister-in-law didn't like her sister-in-law, and the sister-in-law wanted to be the head of the household... They couldn't agree on anything, so they started fighting.

Two little girls fighting, even their movements are beautiful... This is different from an older woman fighting.

It would be even better if Anne were replaced with Phoebe.

William watched with great interest, clapping and fanning the flames, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Then, this provoked the two of them to join forces and attack him together.

Fortunately, William escaped quickly and avoided their clutches.

He could only lament that he couldn't stay in this place anymore; everyone could bully him.

Hermione, in particular, is only a bully in bed!

As William crossed the wooden bridge over the river, he saw Luna.

She was riding a young Unicorn, wandering around under a big oak tree.

She had bare, white feet, wore two carrot-shaped earrings, and carried a comical sunflower with a string of seashell wind chimes hanging from it.

"Good afternoon, William," Luna greeted him absentmindedly.

Hello, Luna, it's been a long time.

"Welcome home. I heard from Anne that you rescued Harry from the Underworld. How was it?"

"Everything's going well, Harry's at Hogwarts now," William said.

Luna hesitated, then scrutinized William with her strangely hazy eyes:

"Is the Underworld interesting? I mean, can you see the dead?"

"They're all beneath the River Styx," William said, looking at her. "What, is there someone you want to see?"

"Hmm!" Luna said softly, "My mother, she really enjoys doing experiments."

One day, one of her spells went terribly wrong, and then... she died.

I was nine years old that year.

William paused for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Oh, no need to apologize," Luna said slowly. "I still get sad and upset about it sometimes."

But anyway, it doesn't mean I'll never see my mom again, does it?

She spoke in a chanting tone:

What we lose will eventually return in some way, even if it's not the way you expect.

William gazed at Luna, at this young girl who, despite her somewhat strange behavior, was actually quite attractive.

"I'm very interested in the Underworld. Could you tell me about your adventures with Hermione?" Luna's eyes were gentle as she whispered, "I can write it into a story for you."

"You can even write books?" William couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course, whenever Dad gets drunk and can't finish his manuscript, I write it for him." Luna tilted her head back.

"The readers' response has always been enthusiastic, especially the patients at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

"..."

Those who are emotionally attracted to wizards are all mentally unstable.

William neither agreed nor refused, he simply smiled.

"We'll have to wait until this war is over."

"Okay, it's a deal." Luna continued to perch on the Unicorn's back, bending down to pick something up.

"What are you doing?" William asked curiously.

"I'm picking acorns; I plan to plant them under my window." Luna opened her pocket, revealing a pocket full of acorns.

"One day it will grow up, and I can sit in the armchair under the tree and read stories about you."

William continued onward.

Luna watched his retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, then wrapped the string of seashell wind chimes he had given her years ago around her head, making herself a flower wreath.

William left his house and went to the place where the Death Eaters "re-educated".

This place is surrounded by a labyrinth, and contains countless Magical Creatures and traps.

They're all for Death Eaters.

Unfortunately, after the battle at Christmas last year, Voldemort lost too many servants and never dared to attack again.

William couldn't catch any fish either.

However, he captured enough Death Eaters to establish a Wizarding World version of "Gongdelin".

These Death Eaters are adept at doing evil, and they are utterly ruthless when it comes to getting things done.

In order to get a reduced sentence, they tried their best to behave and competed fiercely.

Breeding Fantastic Beasts, raising enchanted plants, reporting on each other's crimes, exposing hidden Death Eaters... there's nothing they can't do.

At this moment, Draco Malfoy left the room and walked towards the hillside.

He walked over in a daze and stood next to William.

William sat at the stone table, waved his wand and conjured two wine glasses. He raised one, took a sip, and then gazed at the majestic mountains.

"Draco, as agreed, I have allowed you to meet your father."

So, what is your answer?

Last year, Draco succeeded Malfoy as Death Eaters, and then received orders from Voldemort to kill William and Dumbledore.

William then seized the opportunity to win over Draco, persuading him to betray Voldemort, join the Order of the Phoenix, and become a new spy.

But Draco remained hesitant and indecisive.

William stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"We can hide your mother in a place that is absolutely safe, safer than you can imagine."

Your father won't be in danger here either... Get back on the right path, Draco... You've never been a murderer...

Malfoy stared blankly at William, his whole body trembling.

He didn't know how to make a decision.

He doesn't like the Dark Lord.

That evening, he witnessed firsthand what the Dark Lord did to his mother;

Witnessing her mother abandon all pride, kneel on the ground, humble to the core, begging the Dark Lord to spare her.

From that moment on, Malfoy hated the Dark Lord.

But the thought of betraying William and pledging allegiance to him was something he didn't resist, but he was also incredibly afraid of.

In particular, William had given him a task: to deceive the Dark Lord and lure him into a trap...

But Draco knew that he was now the only man in the Malfoy family who could make decisions.

He must kill the cowardly, spoiled boy inside him and take on the responsibilities of a man.

"But that's the Dark Lord." Draco lowered his head, his eyes blurred with tears, his lips trembling, and he choked out a sob.

"He's unkillable..."

"No one is invincible," William said.

"Power resides in the human heart, like a shadow floating on a wall. Even the weak, under certain circumstances, can project a huge shadow and defeat a formidable enemy."

William took his hawthorn wand from Draco's pocket.

"Made of hawthorn wood and Unicorn Hair, ten inches long, with decent elasticity." William twirled the wand with his left hand.

Draco looked at William with a puzzled expression. How could he know the material and size of his wand?

William explained softly:

"Back then, when I went to Mr. Ollivander to buy a wand, he let me try this one."

"The hawthorn wand is a wand full of contradictions, just like the tree itself that embodies these contradictions; its leaves and flowers can have healing properties, while the scent of its branches can be deadly..."

"Ollivander also told me that this wand is especially favored by wizards who are going through a period of confusion."

"So, I hope you can find your true self, not next year, not tomorrow, but right now."

William stared at Draco:

"Continue to be Voldemort's servant, and the Malfoy family will vanish. Your name will disappear. All memories of you will be erased."

"Come to me, and you will be reunited with your family and continue to live a comfortable life."

Draco, you also want to kill Voldemort, and then go back to school, back to Slytherin, after this summer, right?

Draco cried for a long time, and finally knelt at William's feet as if worshipping Voldemort, wanting to kiss his shoes.

"I... I, the Malfoy family, am willing to pledge my allegiance to you!"

William reached out and helped Draco sit down in a chair, then picked up his glass and smiled:

"What loyalty? We're friends, Draco, aren't we?"

That summer, when we first met, it was already it.

"Friend..."

Draco repeated the somewhat warm word, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing, as he tilted his head back, raised his glass, and gulped it all down.

"Yes, we are friends!"