"You don't have to." Fanlin said, some heartache. Look at Hermione.
This is an insulting word. However, Hermione has accepted it and is proud of it. What Van Lin has to do is to change the consensus of witches and use words to divide them. This is a very bad thing in itself.
"Interesting statement."
"I'm just stating the fact that we don't discriminate against goblins or house elves..."
"But you still have a house elf servant." Pull ring light said.
"Dobby is our friend. Believe it or not, Fanlin will pay him every month." Hermione said angrily, "besides, we still have..."
"I believe you." The pull ring suddenly interrupted. Hermione's eyes widened. The ring can be so relaxed
"I don't care. You saved me, took me out of there, and said to you, it's all valuable. Now what do you want to look for in the vault in Lestrange?" First the ring looked at Vaseline, then at Harry.
"I think you already know that you asked me to lie for you."
"But it's not just a fake sword in that vault, is it?" Harry asked, "maybe you've seen something else in it?"
Harry's heart beat had never been faster than it was now, and he redoubled his efforts to ignore the pain of the scar. Once again, the goblin wound her beard with her fingers.
"It's against our law to tell the secret of Guling Pavilion. We are the guardians of the legendary treasure, and we are responsible for what we make The goblin struck the sword, and the black eyes swept back and forth over Harry's, van Lin's, Hermione's and Ron's faces. "So young," he said, "to fight so many people."
"Will you help us?" Harry asked, "without the help of the goblin, we have no hope of breaking in. You are our only chance."
"I want to Think about it, "said the ring coldly.
"But..." Ron was angry and wanted to speak. Hermione gently touched his ribs and stopped him.
"Thank you." Said Harry. The goblin nodded his big round head and bent his legs.
"I think," he said, ostentatiously sitting on the bed of bill and hibiscus, "the healing potion has done its job. I'm going to sleep. Please forgive me..."
"Oh, of course," said Harry, bending down to take the Gryffindor sword from the ring before he left. The hoop didn't stop him, but Harry saw the pull ring close the door, and there was a trace of resentment in Harry's eyes.
"Goblin," Ron whispered, "he's killing us!"
"But, Fanlin Hermione pulled them from the door to the center of the dark landing and whispered, "are you and Harry talking about what I understand? Do you mean there are Horcruxes in Lestrange's vault
"Yes," said Fanling, "Bellatrix thought we had been there, and she almost went crazy. Why? What did she think we saw? What does she think we took? She was stunned. If it was lost, the mysterious person would know
"But I thought we were looking for places where the mysterious man had been, where he had done great things, didn't we?" Ron said bewildered, "has he been to the vault in Lestrange?"
"In fact, I don't know if he's been to the interior of Gringotts," Fanlin said truthfully, looking at Harry with a puzzled look. "When he was young, he didn't have any savings there, because no one left him an inheritance. He should have seen the Gringotts only outside, and never walked in. "
"I think he envies everyone who has the key to the gringoth vault, which he thinks is a real symbol of the wizarding world. Don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix, they were his most loyal servants before his downfall, and when he disappeared, Bellatrix continued to look for him. And, as before, he didn't tell Bellatrix that it was a Horcrux, just as he didn't tell Lucius Malfoy what the diary was. He may just tell her that it's his baby and let her put it in her vault
"But why that?" Hermione said, "will Voldemort trust goblins?"
"In fact, if you want to hide something, it's the safest place in the world Except for Hogwarts. " Ron hesitated and said, seeing that they didn't interrupt, it was a relief to Ron.
"Voldemort will do this, I can feel it!" Harry said, "but what should we do..."
"We can rely on this!" Said Fanlin, taking a handful of hair out of his pocket. "I took some when I left."
"Let's make a decision." Harry nodded. "Now, let's go to Olivander. I have some questions to ask him."
Through the narrow landing, he knocked on the door opposite bill and Furong's room. In a weak voice, pleaseThe wand maker lies in a single bed away from the window. He has been imprisoned in the basement and tortured for more than a year. The bones were all protruding from his pale, thin face. Deep in the eye socket, a pair of silver eyes are frightening. The hands out of the blanket are like skeletons.
Four people went in and sat on another empty bed. There is no sunrise here. The room is facing the garden on the top of the cliff. The sunlight comes in through the window, which is more bright than ever before.
By the same token, it gives the people in the room a feeling of passing away.
Malfoy's castle is too dark, that kind of oppressive atmosphere and tense nerves are easy to break down.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Ollivander," said Harry.
"Dear child," said Ollivander in a weak voice. "You saved us. I thought we would die there. This kindness in this life It's hard to report this life... "
"We are happy to be able to save you." Harry's scar began to throb. He knew that he did not have much time to completely destroy Voldemort's plan, or even prevent him from carrying it out. He felt a panic However, when he chose to talk to the ring first, he had already chosen his own way.
He pretended to be calm and took out of his pocket the bag containing his own wand.
"Mr. Olivander, I need your help."
"Anything, just say it." Said the wand maker weakly.
"Can you fix this? Is it still possible to fix it? "
Ollivander held out a shaking hand, and Harry put the wand, which was almost broken in two, into his hand.
"Holly, phoenix feathers," said Olivander in a trembling voice. "Eleven inches, very soft."
"Yes," said Harry, "can you..."
"No," he whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, but as far as I know, a wand with this degree of damage can't be fixed."
Although Harry was ready, these words were still a big blow to him. He took the wand back and put it back in the bag. Ollivander kept staring at the bag until Harry took out the two wands he had taken from Wormtail.
"Can you identify this wand?" Asked Harry.
The wand maker picked up one of the wands, put it in front of his silver gray eyes, turned it between his knuckles, and bent it gently.
"Walnut, dragon heart," he said. "Twelve and three quarters of an inch. Don't bend. This is Bellatrix Lestrange's wand. "
"And this one?" Ollivander also examined the other wand.
"Chestnut, dragon heart string. Nine and a quarter of an inch. Fragile. Shortly after I was kidnapped, I was forced to make this wand for Peter Pettigrew. Yes, if you win it, it will follow your orders more, and it will do better than any wand. "
"Win?" Harry's confused repetition. "Doesn't it belong to him now?"
Harry recalled Peter. In fact, he had subdued him without using magic.
"It may no longer belong to him. If you've ever used it... "
"Yes, I did..."
“…… Then it may be yours. Of course, the issue of ownership. It depends more on the wand itself. But generally speaking, when the wand is taken away, it will be loyal to its new owner. " The room was quiet for a moment, only the sound of the waves beating the rocks in the distance.
"You speak as if the wands have a feeling in themselves," said Harry, "as if they could think for themselves."
"The wand chooses the wizard." Said Olivander. "We wand researchers have always understood that."
"But we can still use Wands that don't choose ourselves?" Asked Harry.
"Yes, as long as you are a wizard, you can use any tool to do magic. However, it works best only when there is the closest connection between the wizard and the wand. The connection is complex. First of all, they attract each other, and then they adapt to each other. In the process, the wand learns from the wizard, and the wizard learns from the wand. "
The waves beat against the rocks again and again, making a pathetic sound.
"I grabbed this wand from Pettigrew," Harry asked. "Can I use it safely?"
"I think so. Subtle laws govern the ownership of wands, but conquered wands are usually subject to the new master. "
"Are all wands like this?" Asked Harry.
"I think so," said Ollivander, his protruding eyes fixed on Harry's face.
"Mr. Porter, you ask a profound question. Wandology is a very complex and mysterious branch of magic. "
"Well, isn't it necessary to kill the former owner of the wand to possess it?" Asked Harry.
Ollivander took a mouthful of saliva.
"Necessary? No, I don't think it's necessary to kill the former owner. ""But there's a legend," said Harry, his heart racing and the pain in the scar intensifying; he was sure Voldemort was ready to act. "About a Or a few The legend of the wand passed down by killing "Ollivander's face turned white. Against the white pillow, his face was pale and his bloodshot eyes were wide open and full of fear.
"There's only one wand, I think," he whispered.
"Mysterious people are interested in this, aren't they?" Asked Harry.
"I You... " Said Ollivander, hissing. He looked at Van Lin and Hermione, pleading.
"How do you know that?"
"He wants you to tell him how to break the link between our wands," Harry said calmly.
Ollivander looked scared. "He tortured me, you must understand! It's a heart piercing mantra! I I have no choice but to tell him what I know, what I guess! "
"I understand," said Harry. "You told him about the connection between the wand cores? You told him to use another wizard's wand? " Ollivander looked frightened, stunned by what Harry knew. He nodded slowly.
"But that's not the case," Harry continued, and my wand still beat the borrowed wand. Do you know why? "
Like nodding just now, Ollivander shook his head slowly. "I'm from Never heard of such a thing. Something wonderful happened to your wand that night. The connection between the two wand cores is really rare. As for why your wand sucks on the borrowed wand, I don't know "
" we're talking about another wand, the wand that changed hands through murder. When the mysterious man realized that my wand had done something strange, he came back and asked you about the other wand, didn't he? "
"How do you know that?"
Harry didn't answer. He just looked at Ollivander quietly.
"Yes, he did," said Ollivander in a low voice. "He wants to know everything I know All about the staff of death, the staff of destiny, the wand of the elder. "
This is what Harry is concerned about. He is afraid that he can't help crying out.
"The Dark Lord," Ollivander whispered in horror, "has always been satisfied with the wand I made for him Yes, phoenix feather, 13 and a quarter of an inch long, until he found the connection between the two wand cores. Now he's going to find another, more powerful wand, as the only way to destroy your wand. "
"But he'll soon know Even if we don't have My wand is destroyed, and it will never be fixed again, "said Harry softly.
"No!" Said Hermione in horror. "He won't know, Harry. How could he..."
"Lucius has seen Harry's wand break in two, but even if your wand is still there, I don't think it will work." Van Lin said, "it will be sooner or later for Voldemort to find the old wand. Don't forget what kind of identity Voldemort is now. If anyone can make the old wand recognize the Lord, he will be the only one."
"No, it's impossible. The old wand has no master." Ollivander immediately retorted, "in fact, there is no wand like this Indifference As long as the user is defeated, or snatched from the user's hand, the old wand will be used immediately no matter what way it is used... "
"That's why it's called the staff of death, Mr. Olivander!"
"Do you believe in this legend? The Deathly Hallows? "
"Just like you..." "These are facts that can be traced. As long as they are not covered up, a lot of people can find him, can't they?" Van Lin said
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