HP Magic Biography

You don't have to do this. Fan Lin said, looking at Hermione with some distress.

This is definitely an insulting word, but now Hermione accepts it frankly and is proud of it, and what Fan Lin has to do is to change the consensus of wizards and use words to divide wizards, which in itself is a very bad thing .

Interesting statement.

I'm just stating a fact, like we don't discriminate against goblins or house-elves...

But you still have a house elf servant. Griphook said lightly.

Dobby is our friend. Believe it or not, Fan Lin will settle his wages every month. Hermione said angrily, Besides, we still have...

I trust you. Griphook interrupted suddenly, Hermione's eyes widened, Griphook could be so easily...

I don't care, you saved me, took me out of there, and told you that all of this is valuable, so what do you want to find in Lestrange's vault now? Griphook first said He looked at Fan Lin, and then turned his gaze to Harry.

I think you already know that you want me to lie for you.

But there wasn't just a fake sword in that vault, was there? Harry asked. Perhaps you've seen other things in there?

Harry's heart was beating faster than it had ever been and he redoubled his efforts to ignore the pain from his scar. The goblin curled her beard with her fingers again.

It's against our laws to tell the secrets of Gringotts. We are the guardians of the legendary treasures, and we are responsible for what we make. The goblin tapped the sword, and the black eyes went from Harry, Van Lin, Hermione, and Ron scanned the faces back and forth. So young, he said, to fight so many people.

Will you help us? Harry asked. We have no hope of breaking in without the goblin's help, and you are our only chance.

I'm going to... think about it, said Griphook coldly.

But... Ron wanted to speak angrily, but Hermione stopped him by touching his ribs lightly.

Thank you, said Harry. The goblin nodded his big round head and bent his legs.

I think, he said flamboyantly, sitting on Bill and Fleur's bed, that the healing potion has done its job. I'm going to sleep, please excuse me...

Oh, of course, said Harry, and before he left, he bent down and took the Gryffindor sword from Griphook. Griphook didn't stop him, but Harry saw resentment in Griphook's eyes as he closed the door.

Goblin, said Ron softly, he's whetting our appetites!

However, Fanlin! Hermione pulled them from the door to the middle of the dark landing, and whispered, Did you and Harry mean what I understood? You mean Lester There are Horcruxes in Lankey's vault?

Yes, Fan Lin said, Bellatrix thought we had been there, and she nearly went crazy. Why? What did she think we saw? What did she think we took? She I was petrified, if that thing is lost, the mysterious person will definitely know.

But I thought we were looking for where the mysterious man had been,

Where he's done something big, isn't he? said Ron, puzzled. Has he been to Lestrange's vault?

Actually, I don't know if he has been inside Gringotts, Fan Lin said truthfully, looking at Harry with some doubts in his eyes, When he was young, he didn't have any savings there because Nobody left him an inheritance. He should have only seen Gringotts from the outside, never walked in.

I think he's jealous of everyone who has a key to the Gringotts vault, which he considers a true symbol of belonging to the wizarding world. Don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix, and they were his last until his downfall. Loyal servant, Bellatrix continued to look for him after he disappeared. And, as before, he didn't tell Bellatrix it was a Horcrux, just as he didn't tell What was Lucius Malfoy's diary. He probably just told her it was his treasure to put in her vault.

But why that? Hermione asked puzzled, Would Voldemort trust goblins?

Actually, if you want to hide something, it's the safest place in the world...except for Hogwarts. Ron said hesitantly, seeing that they didn't interrupt, it made Ron take it lightly. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Voldemort would do it, I can feel it! said Harry, but how do we...

We can rely on this! Fan Lin said, taking out a lock of hair from his pocket, I took some when I left.

Then let's settle it first. Harry nodded. Now, let's go to Ollivander. I have some questions to ask him.

Crossed the narrow landing and knocked on the door opposite Bill and Fleur's room. A feeble voice said, Come in.

The wandmaker was lying on a single bed away from the window. He has been imprisoned and tortured in the basement for more than a year. Bones protruded from his sallow and emaciated face. In deep-set eye sockets, a pair of silver eyes were frighteningly large. The hands exposed from the blanket are like skeletons.

The four went in and sat on another empty bed. The morning sun cannot be seen here, the room is facing the garden on the top of the cliff, and the sunlight coming in through the window is brighter than ever before.

Coincidentally, this brought a feeling of a world away to the people in the room.

Malfoy's castle is really too dark, and the oppressive atmosphere and tense nerves can easily make people overwhelmed.

Mr. Ollivander, I'm sorry to disturb you, said Harry.

Dear boy, Ollivander said weakly. You saved us, I thought we would die there, this kindness is hard to repay in this life...

We're glad we got you guys out. Harry's scar began to throb. He knew that he didn't have much time to completely destroy Voldemort's plan, or even prevent him from carrying it out. He felt a wave of panic...but when he chose to speak to Griphook first, he had chosen his own path.

With feigned composure, he took the pouch containing his own wand from his pocket.

Mr. Ollivander, I need your help.

Anything is fine, just say it, said the wandmaker weakly.

Can you fix this? Is it still possible?

Ollivander held out a trembling hand, and Harry put the nearly broken wand into his hand.

Holly, phoenix feather, Ollivander said in a trembling voice. Eleven inches, very soft.

Yes, said Harry, could you...?

No, Ollivander whispered. I'm sorry, very sorry, but as far as I know, a wand damaged to this extent cannot be repaired.

Despite Harry's preparations, those words came as a huge blow to him. He took his wand back and put it back in the pouch. Ollivander stared at the bag until Harry produced the two wands he had taken from Wormtail.

Can you authenticate this wand? Harry asked.

The wandmaker took one of the wands, held it before his silver-gray eyes, and twisted it between his knuckles, giving it a slight bend.

Walnut, dragon heartstrings, he said. Twelve and three-quarter inches. Unbendable. This is the wand of Bellatrix Lestrange.

What about this one? Ollivander also checked the other wand.

Chestnut, dragon heartstring. Nine and a quarter inches. Fragile and brittle. I was compelled to make this wand for Peter Pettigrew shortly after being kidnapped. Yes, if you won it, it would obey you more command, and will do it better than any wand.

Win? Harry repeated, confused. Doesn't it belong to him now?

Harry thought back to Peter, and in fact, he had subdued him without using magic.

Probably not his anymore. If you used it...

Yes, I used...

...Then it may be yours. Of course, the question of ownership. More depends on the wand itself. However, generally speaking, when the wand is taken, it will be loyal to the new owner. There was a moment of silence in the room , only the sound of waves hitting the reef in the distance can be heard.

You speak as if wands have feelings of their own, said Harry, as if they could think for themselves.

The wand chooses the wizard, said Ollivander. Those of us who study wands have always understood that.

But we can still use wands that haven't chosen ourselves? Harry asked.

Yes, as long as you are a wizard, you can use any tool to perform magic. However, it will only work best when there is the strongest connection between the wizard and the wand. This connection is complicated .At first there is mutual attraction, and then mutual adaptation, in which the wand learns from the wizard, and the wizard learns from the wand.

The waves beat against the rocks repeatedly, making a mournful sound.

I snatched this wand from Pete Pete, Harry asked. Is it safe for me to use it?

I suppose so. Subtle laws govern wand ownership, but vanquished wands usually obey new owners.

Are all wands like this? Harry asked.

I think so, said Ollivander, his bulging eyes fixed on Harry's face.

Mr. Potter, you have asked a profound question. Wandcraft is a very complex and mysterious branch of magic.

So killing the wand's previous owner isn't necessary for possession? Harry asked.

Ollivander swallowed.

Required? No, I don't think it is necessary to kill the previous owner.

But there is such a legend, said Harry, his heart beating faster and the pain in his scar intensifying; he was sure that Voldemort was preparing to act. A legend about a... or several... wands passed down through killing Ollivander's face turned pale. Against the backdrop of the snow-white pillow, his face was pale, and his bloodshot eyes were wide open, full of fear.

Just one wand, I suppose, he whispered.

You-Know-Who's interested in this, isn't he? Harry asked.

I...you... Ollivander hissed, he looked at Fan Lin and Hermione pleadingly.

How do you know?

He wants you to tell him how to break the bond between our wands, said Harry calmly.

Ollivander looked terrified. He tortured me, you must understand! It was the Cruciatus Curse! I... I had no choice but to tell him what I knew, what I surmised!

I understand, Harry said. You told him how the wand cores were connected? You told him he had to use another wizard's wand? Ollivander looked horrified, transfixed by the truth Harry knew. He nodded slowly.

But it's not like that, Harry went on, my wand still beating the borrowed one. Do you know why?

Like nodding just now, Ollivander shook his head slowly. I've never heard of such a thing before. Something very strange happened to your wand that night. The connection between the two wand cores is indeed rare. A borrowed wand, I don't know...

We're talking about the other wand, the one that changed hands through murder. When You-Know-Who realized my wand was doing something weird, he came back and asked you about the other wand, didn't he?

How did you know?

Harry didn't answer, just looked at Ollivander quietly.

Yes, he did, Ollivander whispered. He wants to know everything I know... everything about the Death Stick, the Stick of Fate, the Elder Wand.

This was exactly what Harry was concerned about, holding back the excitement in his heart, Harry was afraid he couldn't help crying out.

The Dark Lord, whispered Ollivander, terrified, was always pleased with the wand I made for him... yes, the phoenix feather, thirteen and a quarter inches long, until he found two wands The link between the cores. Now he's going to find another, more powerful wand, as the only way to break yours.

But he'll know soon enough...if not yet...my wand is ruined, and it can't be fixed anymore, said Harry softly.

No! said Hermione in horror. He won't know, Harry, how could he...?

Lucius has already seen that Harry's wand is broken in two, but even if your wand is still there, I don't think it will be of any use. Fan Lin said, Voldemort will find the Elder Wand sooner or later. Don't forget what kind of identity Voldemort is now, if there is anyone who can make the Elder Wand recognize its owner, he is probably the only one.

No, that's impossible, the Elder Wand has no master. Ollivander immediately retorted, In fact, no wand can be so... indifferent... as long as it defeats the user, or, rather, from using The Elder Wand will be used immediately no matter what method is used...

That's why it's called the Death Stick, Mr. Ollivander!

Do you believe in this legend? Deathly Hallows?

Just like you... Fan Lin said, These are all traceable facts. As long as they are not covered up, many people will be able to discover him.

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