Chapter 1301

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

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

"Interesting statement."

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

"But you still have a house elf servant." Griphook said calmly.

"Dobby is our friend. Whether you believe it or not, Fanlin will settle his wages every month." Hermione said angrily, "Besides, we also have..."

"I believe you." Griphook interrupted suddenly. Hermione's eyes widened. How could Griphook be so easy...

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

"I think you already know that you asked me to lie for you."

"But there's not just one fake sword in that vault, is there?" Harry asked, "Maybe you've seen the other things in there?"

Harry's heart had never been beating so fast and he tried harder to ignore the pain from the scar. The goblin once again curled his fingers around his beard.

"Telling out the secrets of Gringotts is against our laws. We are the guardians of the legendary treasures, and we are responsible for what we make." The goblin knocked on the sword, and his black eyes turned from Harry, Fan Lin, Hermione and Ron glanced back and forth on their faces. “Being so young,” he said, “fighting so many people.”

"Will you help us?" Harry asked. "Without the help of goblins, we have no hope of breaking in. You are our only chance."

"I need to... think about it," Griphook said coldly.

"But..." Ron was angry and wanted to speak, but Hermione gently touched his ribs to stop him.

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

"I think," he said ostentatiously, sitting on Bill and Fleur's bed, "the healing potion has completed its mission. I'm going to sleep, please excuse me..."

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

"The goblin," Ron said softly, "he's trying to whet our appetites!"

"But, Fanlin!" Hermione pulled them from the door to the center of the dark stair landing and whispered, "Did you and Harry mean what I understood? Do you mean Lester?" Is there a Horcrux in Lan Qi’s vault?”

"Yes," Fanlin said, "Bellatrix thought we had been there, and she almost went crazy with fear. Why? What did she think we saw? What did she think we took? She I was petrified, if that thing was lost, the mysterious person would definitely know.”

"But I thought we were looking for places where You-Know-Who had been, where he had done something big, weren't we?" Ron said confused. "Has he been to Lestrange's vault?"

"Actually, I don't know if he has ever been to Gringotts," Fan Lin said truthfully, looking at Harry's confused eyes, "When he was young, he didn't have any savings there, because No one left him a legacy. He should have only seen Gringotts from the outside and never entered it."

"I think he was jealous of everyone who had a key to the Gringotts vault, which he considered a true symbol of belonging to the wizarding world. Don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix, and before his downfall, they were his most important Loyal servant, Bellatrix continued to search for him after he disappeared, and, just like before, he didn't tell Bellatrix that it was a Horcrux, just as he didn't tell either. What's that diary of Lucius Malfoy? He might just tell her that it's his treasure and let her put it in her vault."

"But why is that?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "Would Voldemort trust goblins?"

"In fact, if you want to hide something, it's the safest place in the world...except Hogwarts." Ron said hesitantly, which made Ron relaxed when he saw that none of them interrupted. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Voldemort will do this, I can feel it!" Harry said, "But, what should we do..."

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

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

Crossed the narrow landing and knocked on the door opposite Bill and Fleur's room. A weak voice said: "Please come in."

The wandmaker lay 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 face. In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of silver eyes were terrifyingly big. The hands exposed outside the blanket looked like skeletons.

The four people went in and sat on another empty bed. The morning sun could not be seen here. The room faced the garden on the top of the cliff. The sunlight shining through the window was brighter than ever before.

Coincidentally, this gave the people in the room a feeling of being in another world.

Malfoy's castle was too dim. The depressing atmosphere and tense nerves could easily make people collapse.

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

"Dear child," Ollivander's voice was very weak. "You saved us. I thought we would die there. This kindness is hard to repay in this life... in this life..."

"We are very happy to rescue you." Harry's scar began to throb. He knew that he didn't have much time to completely destroy Voldemort's plan, or even stop him from implementing it. He felt a panic... but when he chose to talk to Griphook first, he had already chosen his own path.

He pretended to be calm and took out the bag containing his own wand from his pocket.

"Mr. Ollivander, I need your help."

"Anything is fine, just say it." The wand maker said weakly.

"Can you fix this? Is it possible to fix it?"

Olivander held out a shaking hand, and Harry placed the wand, which was almost broken in two, into his hand.

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

"Yes," said Harry, "can you...?"

"No," Ollivander whispered. "I'm sorry, very sorry, but as far as I know, a wand with this level of damage cannot be repaired."

Despite Harry's preparation, the words were still a huge blow to him. He took the wand back and put it back in the bag. Ollivander stared at the bag until Harry produced the two wands he had taken from Wormtail.

"Can you identify this wand?" Harry asked.

The wandmaker took one of the wands and held it before his silver-grey eyes, turning it between his knuckles and bending it gently.

"Walnut, Dragon Heartstring," he said. "Twelve and three-quarter inches. Can't bend. It belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange."

"And this one?" Ollivander examined the other wand as well.

"Chestnut, dragon heartstring. Nine and a quarter inches. Fragile and brittle. I was forced to make this wand for Peter Pettigrew soon after I was kidnapped. Yes, if you win it, it will obey your commands more and do better than any other wand."

"Win?" Harry repeated in confusion. "Doesn't it belong to him now?"

Harry thought back to Peter, and the fact that he had subdued him without magic.

"Perhaps not. If you had used it..."

"Yes, I have..."

"...then it might have been yours. Of course, it's a question of ownership. It depends more on the wand itself. However, generally speaking, a wand taken away will be loyal to its new owner." The room was silent for a moment, and only the sound of waves lapping against the rocks could be heard in the distance.

"You speak as if wands have feelings," Harry said, "as if they can think for themselves."

"Wands choose wizards," said Ollivander. "We who study wands have always known this."

"But we can still use wands that didn't choose us?" Harry asked.

"Yes, as long as you are a wizard, you can use any tool to perform magic. However, the best effect will only be achieved when there is the closest connection between wizard and wand. This connection is complicated. First there is mutual attraction, then mutual adaptation. In this process, the wand learns from the wizard and the wizard learns from the wand."

The waves repeatedly hit the rocks, making a sad sound.

"I took this wand from Peter Pettigrew," Harry asked, "Can I use it safely?"

"I think so. Subtle laws govern wand ownership, but the conquered wand usually obeys the new owner."

"Is this true for all wands?" Harry asked.

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

"Mr. Potter, you ask a profound question. Wandology is a very complex and mysterious branch of magic."

"Then killing the previous owner of the wand is not necessary to possess the wand?" Harry asked.

Ollivander swallowed.

"Necessary? No, I don't think it's necessary to kill the previous owner."

"But there are legends," said Harry, his heartbeat quickening and the pain in his scar intensifying; he was sure Voldemort was about to make his move. "The legend of a wand... or several wands... passed down through bloodshot." Ollivander's face turned pale. Against the white pillow, his face was pale, and his bloodshot eyes were wide and full of fear.

"Only one wand, I think," he whispered.

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

"I... you..." Ollivander hissed. He looked at Vanlin and Hermione imploringly.

"How did you know?"

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

Ollivander looked scared. "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 had speculated!"

"I understand," Harry said. "You told him about the interconnection of wand cores? You told him that he had to use another wizard's wand?" Ollivander looked horrified, stunned by the truth that Harry knew. He nodded slowly.

"But that's not the case," Harry continued, my wand still beating the borrowed wand. Do you know why? "

Just like he nodded just now, Ollivander slowly shook his head. "I have...never heard of such a thing. Something very strange happened to your wand that night. The connection between the two wand cores is indeed rare. As for why your wand suddenly attracted the A borrowed wand, I don’t know..."

"We were talking about the other wand, the one that passed through murder. When You-Know-Who realized my wand was doing some strange things, he came back to ask you about the other wand, didn't he?"

"How did you know?"

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

"Yes, he asked," Ollivander whispered. "He wants to know everything I know... everything about the Wand of Death, the Wand of Destiny, the Elder Wand."

This was what Harry was concerned about, and he held back the excitement in his heart, fearing that he would scream.

"The Dark Lord," Ollivander whispered in horror, "had always been pleased with the wand I made for him... yes, a phoenix feather, thirteen and a quarter inches long, until he discovered two wands The connection between the cores. Now he wants to find another more powerful wand as the only way to destroy your wand."

"But he'll know soon...if not yet...my wand is ruined and can never be repaired," Harry said softly.

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

"Lucius has already seen it. Harry's wand was broken in two. However, even if your wand is still there, I think it will have no effect." Fan Lin said, "Sooner or later Voldemort will find the Elder Wand." Don't forget what kind of identity Voldemort is now. If anyone can make the Elder Wand recognize its owner, he is probably the only one."

"No, that's impossible. The Elder Wand has no owner." Ollivander immediately retorted, "In fact, no wand can be so... indifferent... as long as it defeats the user, or in other words, starts from using it. If you snatch it from the hands of someone else, no matter what method is used, the Elder Wand will be used immediately..."

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

"Do you believe this legend? The Deathly Hallows?"

"Just like you..." Fan Lin said, "These are all traceable facts. As long as they are not covered up, many people can discover him, right?"

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