"But we're afraid we won't be able to get out, Harry." "We don't have a wand, and we're trapped in the deepest part of the dungeon, and we can't get out without anyone to save us." ”

"Never give up hope until the last minute." Harry didn't really have much confidence, but he felt he should cheer up Ollivander. "There will be a turnaround, someone will come to save us."

"You're a lot like your father, Harry." Ollivander said, "No, I should say that everyone in the Potter family is like that, and so is your grandfather. ”

"My grandfather ......" Harry found himself in the dark about his family.

"They're good wizards, but they don't live long." Ollivander closed his eyes, "When my ancestors came to Britain with the Roman army, it was quite primitive, and it was still the Celts who ruled the land, and Muggles and wizards lived together. ”

Harry blinked, a little unsure of what Ollivander was saying.

"You know, the Celtic wizards didn't even have a decent wand, and they didn't use magic in any better way than a goblin, which is good news for my ancestor, who sold wands, after all."

However, the good times were short-lived, and a Roman general named Constantine went to the mainland with a garrison stationed in Britain to try to compete for the throne, and the Roman army never returned to the British Isles. The Celts, accustomed to Roman rule, had to deal with the invasion of their northern brethren on their own, but soon they had new enemies, three invading Germanic tribes. The Celtic wizards, the Highland wizards, also joined the protracted war, but unfortunately they failed, and they fled to the mountains and forests of the north. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say? Mr. Ollivanders. ”

"This land has gone through quite a long period of darkness, Harry, good may not be able to defeat evil, most of the time evil prevails."

"Are you so pessimistic?" Harry asked.

"Even if it's unfortunate, the psychological gap won't be so big, Harry." "Think of the Middle Ages, don't take the myths of the history of magic seriously, the minions of the Church have killed many wizards. There is a ghost in Gryffindor House called "Nick the Almost Headless", who was mixed up with the title of a Muggle nobleman, and spent his days in the Muggle court, and was not killed after being discovered as a wizard before being slashed forty-five times with a blunt axe. ”

"Does that sound like you're comforting me?" Harry smiled bitterly, it turned out that Ollivander was afraid that he would not be able to think about it.

Suddenly, a popping sound echoed through the dungeon. Harry and Ollivander were taken aback.

"It's me, Harry. Porter. A very faint trembling voice said, "Dobby has come to your rescue." ”

"Many-!"

Harry was about to speak, but he pinched himself again, yes, he couldn't speak loudly now, maybe the explosion had already attracted Malfoy and the others.

Dobby's wide, tennis-like eyes were wide open, and he was trembling from his feet to the tips of his ears. He returned to his old master's house, apparently stunned.

"Dobby, how did you know I was here?" Harry said in a low voice.

"Mr. Scrimgeour asked me to come." Dobby said, "He said Harry. Potter was imprisoned in Malfoy's manor. ”

"Scrimgeour?! How can he still have a face! Harry exclaimed, "He's the one who betrayed me!" ”

"Leave that alone." Ollivander was no longer bedridden at this time, and he moved like a twenty-year-old boy, "Get us out of here!" There's no way to stop the magic of house-elves here. ”

"Can you apparition out of this dungeon?" He asked, and Dobby nodded, tapping his ears a few times.

"Can you take someone out?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Okay. Dobby, I want you to take Mr. Ollivander first, and bring him to—bring—"

"I have a house in County O'Farley, Ireland, and we can go there, and it's safe there." Ollivander said.

The elf nodded for the third time.

"And then come back." Harry said, "Can you do it, Dobby?" ”

"Wait, Harry, aren't you coming with us?" Ollivander said.

"My friend is still here, and I can't leave him alone." Harry said. "Alright, Dobby, I order you to bring Mr. Ollivander to his house first, and then come and pick me up."

"Of course, Harry. Porter. The elf whispered. He hurried to Mr. Ollivander and grabbed the wandmaker's hand.

"Harry, I can help you!" "I'm not good at fighting, but I'm an old wizard after all, and I can't leave you here alone." There's also this elf, which is good enough to deal with the average wizard. ”

Dobby was trembling.

"No, Malfoy is Dobby's former owner, and he can't do anything to Malfoy." Harry said, "Let's go, I've got enough of them alone, I've got experience with them." ”

"Well, I have a wand under my mattress that I made out of wood from my cell, you can take it, but the core of it is just the teeth of a one-eared mouse, and its magic is limited, don't expect it to be as good as your wand."

"You actually made a wand here?" Harry was surprised.

"Like you said, never give up hope." Ollivander blinked, and he grabbed the elf's outstretched hand. There was another pop, and Dobby and Ollivander vanished. (To be continued......)