Time flies, Hogwarts is soon approaching the beginning of the school year, and Diagon Alley is bustling, this is the busiest time of the year, and many parents and their children will go to buy books and some necessities at this time.

New first-year students are also required to purchase their own wands and pets.

The long cobbled street is now bustling with activity, with many unstoreless wizards enthusiastically selling their wares.

"Attention new students and parents, are you afraid that your child will be bullied at school and will not be able to resist, buy a pet! The sugarcane toad imported from Australia has a toxin that can kill an entire crocodile, and it has a long lifespan, and it will definitely accompany your child through the whole school life!" a distinct foreign accent echoed in the corner.

In the basket, several fat toads are crawling up the walls of the basket, longing for unattainable freedom.

The onlookers whistled and suggested, "You should go to Tumbledown Alley next door, you'll be caught selling this thing here." ”

"Yes, yes?" said the vendor in horror, then gathered up his goods and left in a panic.

It seems, this is a wizard from out of town.

In short, Diagon Alley is actually just as mixed.

A man in a black cloak walked slowly down the street, there were many strange wizards here, and there was no shortage of a man who wore a black cloak during the day.

It's just that if anyone knows his true identity, they will definitely scream in horror here, causing a horrific riot.

Voldemort, or the mystery man.

Naturally, he would not buy school supplies for his children, there were women who were infatuated with him, but he had no interest in women, and now even the woman who was fanatically infatuated with him had been dead for a long time.

He came here for one purpose.

Find Ollivander and ask him why his wand has changed, and why his wand, which has always been like an arm, began to resist his orders after meeting the boy.

Azkaban's accident has left him alone so far, Umbridge, who is not even an ally.

There are many things that he now encounters that he has to take matters into his own hands and do them himself.

The shop was small and broken, but I don't know when the peeling gold sign was plated with a new layer of gold leaf.

It reads: Ollivanders: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

In front of the glass window, there was a sign: "The shopkeeper is out, and the apprentice agent sells wands, please forgive me for the inconvenience." ”

Voldemort clenched his fists, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence.

A young man was selling wands at the glass counter, and most of the customers were parents with their children.

"Don't look at me so young, my teacher has a lot of praise for me, although I don't say it's to make a wand, but the recommendation is more than enough. The clerk's voice came from within.

After some sales, a father and son leave the wand shop with their wands contented.

Voldemort was reluctant and walked in.

"Sir, are you buying a wand?"

"Yes, do you have any recommendations?" Voldemort's pale and slender hand raised his purple wooden wand and glanced at the clerk.

The clerk's eyes were misty.

"Hmm... The damage was too bad to repair, and a new wand was needed. ”

Even if the wand is so intact.

"I'll see what you're suitable for. ”

While searching for the wand placed behind him, the apprentice chattered about the day.

"Restraint between wands, the teacher muttered these things from time to time before leaving, saying that wands made of apple wood were restrained. Wands made of holly wood occasionally restrain the purple shirtwood, as one symbolizes life and the other symbolizes death. ”

"What are you talking about?" Voldemort became emotional, and the muscles on his face tensed, but unfortunately he didn't have eyebrows, otherwise he would have been frowning now.

"Sir, do you need me to repeat that?" the clerk looked at him in surprise, as if he was a little surprised by the man's performance.

Most people aren't really interested in these things, and wands are just tools to them, as long as they can be used.

Not everyone is keen on dueling and fighting, even if most wands will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

"Applewood restraint, holly wood restraint purple shirt wood?" said the clerk again.

"I don't believe it. The clerk shook his head and added.

Voldemort's inner confusion was completely dissipated by this time.

The dignified Dark Lord, how could he be defeated by a milky little hairy head?

It must be a wand restraint, the next time you only need to change a wand casually, the boy with the false name of the savior will definitely die without a place to be buried.

He thought so, and then, without saying anything else, hurried away from the door, perhaps to verify.

"It's finally over, it's a lot of hard work. The apprentice sighed and began to close the door, ignoring the time it was still open.

"I'm almost vomiting the compound potion," he muttered, glancing at the water bottle hidden at his feet, and kicked it lightly, and then his black hair began to turn gray, and the strangest thing was the pair of eyes, one of which suddenly sunken in, and then replaced with a large, misshapen eye.

The potency of the compound decoction began to wear off.

This is Mad-Eye Moody.

Still obeying Dumbledore's orders, he took the initiative to undergo a certain amount of hypnosis, so that he thought that the fake was true, except for Snape, the only way to deceive the suspicious Voldemort was to deceive the dementor all the time.

Such a big effort was naturally to provide Voldemort with false information.

Concealing something doesn't necessarily require it to be seamless, and it's also a good way to divert the seeker's attention.

The secret of the twin wands is what they need to hide, so that Voldemort can look for some unwarranted "wand restraint" like a fly without a head.

This is, of course, apocryphal.

In order to consume his energy, it draws his sight and conceals the truth that really needs to be concealed.

It is said that everyone is afraid of Voldemort, but Voldemort himself also does not dare to appear in front of everyone openly, Dumbledore is more than ready to come, and a large number of Aurors.

He's just as tied up here, and if he does, he'll be tracked down and entangled in a myriad of troubles.

And he himself didn't want to reveal his true purpose, so he didn't go on a killing spree.

Of course, in fact, Moody was ready to sacrifice.

At the forked crossroads, Voldemort hurried away.

But just as he didn't dare to expose himself, Dumbledore was also constrained at every turn, even if he knew that Voldemort would be here, he didn't dare to defend himself easily.

Being in the middle of the city, the cost of fighting was too great to affect others, which Dumbledore couldn't accept.

And there was no magic capable of counterapparition to restrain him.

Now both sides are hiding their intentions from each other and misleading each other.

This is a game and war without gunpowder.