94 hp Diagon Alley

Also depends on the wand itself.Usually, when a wand is won, its allegiance changes. "

There was silence in the room, only the sound of distant sea waves could be heard.

"You talk about wands as if they have feelings," said Harry, "as if they could think for themselves."

"The wand chooses the wizard," said Ollivander, "and that has always been obvious to those of us who study the lore of the wand."

"Still, can a person use a wand that doesn't choose him?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes, as long as you are a wizard, you should be able to express your magic with almost any tool. But the best effect must come from the closest combination between wizard and wand. These connections are complicated. At first, mutual attraction, And then seek each other's experience, the wand learns from the wizard, and the wizard learns from the wand."

"I took this wand from Draco Malfoy by force," said Harry. "Can I use it safely?"

"I suppose so. There are fine-grained rules about wand ownership, but vanquished wands usually submit to their new masters."

"So can I use this one too?" said Ron, taking another wand from his pocket and handing it to Ollivander.

"Chestnut and Dragon's Nerve, nine and a quarter inches, brittle, made for the Death Eaters shortly after I was kidnapped. Yes, if you had won it, it would have been better than any other wand." More willing to carry out your orders, and carry them out well."

"All wands are like that, aren't they?" Harry asked.

"I suppose so," replied Ollivander, his bulging eyes fixed on Harry's face, "you're asking a profound question, Mr Potter. Wandcraft is a complex and mysterious subject of magic."

"So you don't have to kill its previous owner to really own a wand, do you?" Harry asked.

Ollivander swallowed. "Must? No, I don't think it is necessary to kill someone."

"There are some legends, though," said Harry, his heart beating faster and his scar hurting more and more.He believed that Voldemort had decided to put his ideas into action. "Legend has it that a wand—or wands—was changed hands by murder."

Ollivander's expression changed.On the snow-white pillow, his face was paper ashes, his eyes were particularly large, bloodshot and protruding, and seemed to be full of fear.

"Just one wand, I suppose," he whispered.

"You-Know-Who's interested in it, isn't it?" Harry asked.

"I - how did you -?" asked Ollivander hoarsely, looking at Ron and Hermione beseechingly. "How do you know this?"

"He wants you to tell him how to overcome the connection between our wands," said Harry.

Ollivander froze for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief. "Dumbledore must be proud of you, boy. Too bad I didn't even make it to his funeral..."

Harry said, "Did you tell him about the twin cores? You said he just had to borrow a wand from another wizard?"

Ollivander, not expecting Harry to know so much, nodded slowly.

"But that didn't work," continued Harry, "my wand still beat the one he borrowed. Do you know why?"

Ollivander shook his head slowly again, as slowly as he had just nodded. "I... never heard of such a thing. Your wand behaved strangely that night. The connection of twin cores is extremely rare, but why your wand broke the borrowed one, I don't know..."

"Gwen said my wand absorbed the power of other wizards," said Harry. "I thought Dumbledore left it for me."

Ollivander dismissed the assertion, "As far as I know, he doesn't leave you with any direct weapons—does that really help you?"

"We were talking about another wand, the one that changed hands by murder. When You-Know-Who realized my wand was behaving strangely, he came back and asked about that wand, didn't he?"

"How did you know?"

Harry didn't answer.

"Yes, he asked," whispered Ollivander, "and he wanted to know all I could tell him about the wand that went by various names—the Death Rod, or the Fate Wand, or the Elder Wand.

Harry glanced at Hermione next to her, who looked dumbfounded.

"The Dark Lord," said Ollivander in a low voice of horror, "had been pleased with the wand I made him—yew and phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches—until he discovered the twin The connection between the cores. Now he is looking for another, more powerful wand, as the only way to subdue your wand."

"But, even if he doesn't know it now, he'll soon know that my wand is broken and can't be fixed," said Harry softly.

"No!" said Hermione, horrified. "He couldn't possibly know that, Harry, how could he—"

"Flashback spells," said Harry, "we left your wand and blackthorn wand at the Malfoys, Hermione. If they'd checked them carefully and made them reproduce the last spell they'd cast, they'd see Your wand broke mine, and they'll see you trying to fix it without success, and they'll think I've been using blackthorn wands ever since."

The little blood on Hermione's face that had recovered after she came here disappeared completely.Ron shot Harry a reproachful look and said, "Don't worry about that now—"

But Mr. Ollivander interjected. "The Dark Lord no longer seeks the Elder Wand just to defeat you, Mr. Potter. He is determined to have it because he believes the Elder Wand will make him invulnerable."

"can you?"

"Owners of the Elder Wand are always afraid of being attacked," Ollivander said, "but the idea of ​​the Dark Lord having the Death Rod, I must admit...is intimidating."

Harry suddenly remembered that when they first met, he hadn't been sure he liked Ollivander.Now, even after being tortured and imprisoned by Voldemort, the old man seemed both disgusted and fascinated by the idea of ​​a Dark wizard possessing the Elder Wand.

"Do you—do you really think this wand exists, Mr. Ollivander?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, yes," Ollivander said, "yes. There is a complete trace in history. Of course there will be interruptions in the middle, long interruptions, and it will disappear from people's view, temporarily lost or Hidden, but always reappearing. It has certain identifiable features, which will be recognized by those who have studied wandology. There are some written records, some very cryptic, which I and other wandmakers have studied specifically. Those There's a certain truth to the record. But don't tell Gwen, I keep telling her it's all wizard's fairy tales.

"So you—you don't think it could be a legend, or a fiction?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"No," said Ollivander. "Whether it needed to be murdered to change hands, I don't know. Its history is bloody, but that may only be Arouses great desire. It is immensely powerful, dangerous in the wrong hands, and to those of us who study the power of wands, it is an artifact of great allure."

"Mr. Ollivander," said Harry, "you told You-Know-Who that the Elder Wand is with Gregorovich, didn't you?"

Ollivander turned—if possible—grayer and ghostly, and he choked with shock.

"Never mind how I know," said Harry, his scar burning, and closing his eyes a little.For just a few seconds he had a vision of the Hogsmeade Highway, still dark because it was so far to the north. "You told You-Know-Who the Elder Wand is at Gregorovich's, did you?"

"That's a rumor," said Ollivander softly. "A rumor, many years ago, long before you were born! Gregorovich himself, I believe. You can imagine if the rumors he was studying And copying the properties of the Elder Wand, how good it would be for his business."

"Yes, conceivably," said Harry, standing up. "One last thing, Mr. Ollivander, and then we'll put you to rest. What do you know about the Deathly Hallows?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Ollivander replied, looking very confused.

Harry studied the sunken face, not sure that Ollivander wasn't faking it.

"But I can tell you one thing, child." Ollivander looked very distressed, "Everything I told the mysterious man was ordered by Dumbledore-now the situation has reached the most dire state."

"Thank you," said Harry, "thank you very much. We're leaving now to let you rest."

He led Ron and Hermione downstairs and caught a glimpse of Bill, Fleur, Luna and Dean sitting at the kitchen table with teacups in front of them.They all looked up as Harry walked through the door, but he just nodded and continued walking into the garden, Ron and Hermione following.The pain in Harry's forehead intensified.Now he needs to use a huge effort to shut off the vision that intrudes into his mind, but he knows that he only needs to bear it for a little while, and soon he will give up, and he must verify whether his reasoning is correct.He had to hold on a moment longer, to explain to Ron and Hermione.

"Grigovich got the Elder Wand a long time ago." He said, "I saw the mysterious man looking for him, but after I found it, I found that the wand was no longer in Gregorovich's, it was stolen by Grindelwald." Gone. As for how Grindelwald knew Gregorovich had the Elder Wand,