Chapter 134 – Investigating (1)
Did our situation suck? Probably. As how much... I couldn't really tell. I never comprehended the gravitas of Dumbledore having two of the Hallows. He was still chased out of England, no? He still lost Hogwarts to Voldemort. He was still a fugitive in a different country for decades. Even Grindelwald lost while having the strongest wand in history. So... all of these considered, I couldn't really think what was so great about them. I mean, about these Hallows.
The most potent wand in existence... so what? What does that mean? Well, I can see that it would help someone at Dumbledore's level, but to what extent? Maybe it would fire off spells more quickly, with more 'oomph' behind them. But... I remember what Ollivander said about how the wand chooses its master. It is about magical symbiotism. Something that Grindelwald also believes in. Well, if my wand chose me, then that means we are a perfect match... why would I want to switch it to another who is so fickle? Nonsense.
Then there is the cape—or cloak—whatever. I could see that as valuable. I know that there are invisibility spells and cloaks, but those are not like what Grindelwald described to us, one that never fades and never loses its power. Something that could be useful for getting to places... where you have no business to be. Hehe... But then again, it hides the one under it, but that does not mean they are truly invisible. A simple search spell could reveal anyone who is under it. So... what's so coveted about it?
Lastly, the stone. It doesn't bring back the dead... but summons them? I couldn't really understand it. I would love to talk with my Father once again, but would it be really him? Or would it be something that the stone conjures, an imitation, read out from within my mind, mimicking my Father and telling me what I would want to hear? That was what I was fearing the most... I know ghosts exist, but they don't even know what is on the other side. Haaah... I need to stop thinking about it because it is of no use to us.
"It is not a bad thing to let your thoughts wander." Herpo interjected, speaking to me in my mind while I was lying on my bed, hugging my wife, watching the ceiling as the sun slowly began peeking above the horizon.
"What do you mean?"
"You are thinking about the three major theories that are the cornerstones of a mage's life. The Hallows are the answers for the three main motivational sources of every witch or wizard."
"Power? Death? Um... what the cloak is for?"
"Hehe... smart. The cloak would be knowledge, I think. The wand is the solution to most magical wishes: to be powerful. It is the embodiment of raw power to do whatever you wish. I had that mindset once: more power, more authority. The stronger you are, the more you can achieve. Make the rules for others... while you obey none. That was my motto."
"You earned your nickname through effort, huh?"
"Yes. I did." He acknowledged it without any remorse or shame. Huh... I can't really imagine what kind of wizard he was back then.