"Oh, you know me, Miss Parker?" replied Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head Bar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Don't you know me well?" Holly replied in a somewhat vocal voice, not liking that his conversation would be interrupted.

"Hahaha, I know you hate that guy at Hogwarts, and I hate him too. So...... Maybe we should have a good relationship?"

"Not necessarily, at least I don't think we have anything to talk about right now. ”

"Maybe, but I have a proposal, maybe we can have a drink alone later. Aberforth put down the glass on the tray and said to Holly. "Well, Mr. Ollivanders, I gave you these two glasses of wine, and it is rare to meet an interesting guest. ”

"Aberforth, you're too polite. Ollivander nodded.

"How is it, Mr. Ollivander, have you thought it through?" said Holly, waiting for Aberforth to walk away before sitting down again.

"Miss Parker," Ollivander paused, as if making a difficult decision, "Are you sure you want to listen to what I'm going to say next? ”

"Oh, did you tell Dumbledore?" asked Holly, playfully.

"Dumbledore, he won't pay attention to this, and I won't tell him about it. Ollivander replied very seriously.

"Really, then why are you telling me about this? In a way, Dumbledore and I have a lot in common. ”

"At least...... You don't have a human life on your hands yet. Ollivander said in a deep voice.

Hearing this reason, Holly was a little surprised. "There will be in the future. ”

"But at least not now, is it?" asked Ollivander rhetorically.

"Looks ...... It's interesting, let's talk about it. "Ollivander succeeded in piquing Holly's interest.

"It's not a very interesting story, maybe we should start with Dumbledore. ”

"Okay. ”

"Dumbledore has a special wand in his hand, which is very powerful. It was a legendary wand, and no one knew who made it, let alone how it was made. Ollivander paused, as if brewing emotions. "It's a cursed wand, and legend has it that every time it changes owners, it's accompanied by killing, and that's right, the new owner has to kill the previous owner to officially take the wand. ”

"So that's how you judged Dumbledore's life?"

"Yes, but that's where my assertion about wands comes from. Amazing, isn't it?"

"If that's all there is, I don't think it's interesting. ”

"Well, that's right, but ...... This brings us to another wand. Ollivander looked up and looked at Holly, "That's right, it's yours." ”

"I'm not sure why I can't remember when I sold my wand to you, maybe someone erased my memory for secrecy, but that's fine, I'm an old bone, and I can't keep many secrets. ”

"That wand of yours, if I'm not mistaken, should be a unicorn tail feather stained with werewolf blood, right?"

"Hmm. Holly nodded.

"Haha, but that's not exact...... (See Chapter 30: Ollivander and Dumbledore's Conversation)"

"You mean...... This wand has a special effect on black magic?" confirmed Holly, repeatingly.

"That's right, to be exact, there are bonuses in spells, but in black magic, the effect is more obvious, of course, if I'm right, under the moonlight of the full moon, your wand may not be the most perfect. Of course, the part about the full moon is just my own conjecture. Ollivanders paused.

"In fact, I don't know where the real potential of this wand lies. Some people say that wands grow with wizards, and I admit it, but the core and material of the wand determine the maximum power of the spell that the wand can use. If the strength of that magical creature is too weak, even the strongest wizard will not be able to use that wand to exert its strength. ”

"So...... What happened to the unicorn, and what about the phoenix at the core of Harry Potter's wand?" asked Holly.

"The unicorn? I think...... At least I think that if that unicorn really entered a state of madness, it shouldn't be able to stop it, right? Ollivander shook his head as he said, "It's unimaginable. As for Mr. Potter, I don't know the potential of that rod core, but judging from the performance of its twin rod core, it should be able to reach the tenth order, right?" Ollivanders' last sentence was said in a tone of uncertainty.

"Oh, is it?" said Holly, who seemed to hear some good news.

"So, Miss Parker, what is your problem?"

"I think you've already answered it, at least I've got it from your narrative, haven't you?"

"Well, I hope my explanation will help you. Ollivander shook his head, he wasn't as energetic as he had been after talking for so long. "Well, I think Aberforth seems to have something to do with you, and I'm an old man, so I won't take up your time. Ollivander drank the glass of wine in one gulp and staggered out.

Holly didn't continue to sit down, but grabbed his glass and sat down at the bar.

Aberforth wasn't too surprised, just silently mixed himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

"Don't you want to say something?" asked Holly.

"What do I have to say?"

"Let's say...... Your sister's veiled cause of death?" said Holly, teasing.

"What?" Aberforth instantly became nervous when he heard this, and the hand holding the rag was clenched tightly in an instant, and the other hand holding the wine glass was also trembling involuntarily, shaking the undulating liquid surface, and the droplets that spilled from time to time betrayed Aberforth's inner fluctuations.

"What's the matter?" said Holly, shaking the brightly colored wine in his hand.

"It's all gone, and what happened is irreversible. Aberforth's tone suddenly lowered.

"Yes, if you really forget, then, what is it?" said Holly, gesturing to a painting in a dark corner in the distance, obscured by something.

"Hmm, what do you want to do?" Aberforth asked, seeing where Holly was pointing.