"You don't have to. Van Lin said, looking at Hermione with some distress.

It was an insulting word, but Hermione accepted it now and was proud of it, and what Van Lin had to do was to change the consensus of wizards and divide wizards by words, which was a terrible thing in itself.

"Interesting statement. ”

"I'm just stating the fact that we don't discriminate against elves or house-elves......"

"But you still have a house-elf servant. Ra Ring said lightly.

"Dobby is our friend, and believe it or not, Van Lin will pay him every month. Hermione said with some annoyance, "Besides, we still have ......"

"I believe in you. Pull Ring interrupted suddenly, Hermione's eyes widened, Pull Ring could be so easy......

"I don't care, you saved me, got me out of there, and told you, it's all valuable, so what are you looking for in Lestrange's vault now?" Pull Ring looked at Van Lin, then turned his gaze to Harry.

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

"But there's not just a fake sword in that vault, is there?" Harry asked, "maybe you've seen anything else in there?"

Harry's heart had never beaten faster than it had now, and he had redoubled his efforts to ignore the pain of his scars. Once again, the elf curled his fingers around his beard.

"Telling Gringotts' secrets is against our laws. We are the guardians of the legendary treasure, and we are responsible for what we make. The elf struck the sword, and black eyes swept back and forth across Harry's, Van Lin, Hermione, and Ron's faces. "At such a young age," he said, "to fight so many people." ”

"Will you help us?" Harry asked, "without the help of the elves, we have no hope of breaking in, and you are our only chance." ”

"I'm going to ...... Think about it," said Ra Ring coldly.

"But......" Ron was angry and tried to speak, but Hermione stopped him by touching his ribs lightly.

"Thank you. Harry said. The elf nodded his big, round head and curled his legs.

"I think," he said ostentatiously, sitting on Bill and Fleur's bed, "the healing potion has done its job, I'm going to sleep, please forgive ......"

"Oh, of course," said Harry, bending down and snatching the Gryffindor Sword from Ratab's side before leaving. Pull Ring didn't stop him, but Harry saw a hint of resentment in his eyes as he closed the door.

"Leprechaun," Ron whispered, "he's whetting our appetite!"

"But, Van Lin!" Hermione whispered, pulling them from the doorway to the middle of the dark landing, "Did you and Harry mean that I understood that? You mean there were Horcruxes in Lestrange's vault?"

"Yes," said Vanlin, "Bellatrix thought we had been there, and she was almost mad. Why? She thought we saw something? She thought we took something? She was stunned, if it was lost, the mystery man would know. ”

"But I thought we were looking for a place where the mystery man went, where he did something great, didn't we?" Ron said confusedly, "Has he been to the vaults of Lestrange?"

"Actually, I don't know if he ever went to the interior of Gringotts," Van Lin said truthfully, looking at Harry's puzzled eyes, "When he was younger, he didn't have any savings there, because no one left him an inheritance. He should have only seen Gringotts from the outside, and never walked inside. ”

"I think he's jealous of everyone who has the key to the Gringotts vault, which he thinks is a true symbol of the wizarding world. Don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix, who was his most loyal servant before his downfall, and who continued to search for him after he disappeared. And, as before, he didn't tell Bellatrix that it was a Horcrux, just as he didn't tell Lucius Malfoy's diary what it was. He might just tell her that it was his treasure and let her put it in her coffers. ”

"But why that?" said Hermione, puzzled, "would Voldemort trust the elves?"

"In fact, if you want to hide something, it's the safest place in the world...... Except for Hogwarts. Ron hesitated, and was slightly relieved to see that they didn't interject.

"Voldemort will do this, I can feel it!" Harry said, "but how do we ......?"

"We can count on this!" said Vanlin, pulling a handful of hair from his pocket, "I took some when I left." ”

"Then let's settle it that way. Harry nodded, "Now, let's go to Ollivander, I have some questions for him." ”

Walked through the narrow landing and knocked on the door across from Bill and Fleur's room. A weak voice said, "Please come in." ”

The wandmaker was lying on a single bed away from the window. He has been imprisoned in the basement for more than a year. Bones protruded from his yellow-skinned face. In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of silver eyes were frighteningly large. The hands exposed outside the blanket resemble skeletons.

Four people went in and sat on another empty bed. There is no morning sun in sight, and the room faces the garden on the top of the cliff, and the sunlight shines through the windows more brightly than ever.

Invariably, this brings a sense of distancing to the people in the room.

Malfoy's castle was so dimly lit that the oppressive atmosphere and tense nerves could easily bring people down.

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

"Dear child," Ollivander said weakly. "You saved us, I thought we would die there, this kindness in this life...... It's hard to repay each other in this life......"

"We are glad to be able to rescue you. Harry's scar began to throb. He knew that he didn't have much time left to completely destroy Voldemort's plans, or even prevent him from carrying them out. He felt a wave of panic...... However, when he chose to speak to Rachel first, he had already chosen his own path.

Pretending to be calm, he pulled the bag containing his wand from his pocket.

"Mr. Ollivander, I need your help. ”

"Anything, just say. The wandmaker said weakly.

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

Ollivander held out a trembling hand, and Harry placed the wand that had been nearly broken in two into his hand.

"Holly wood, phoenix feathers," Ollivander said in a trembling voice. "Eleven inches, it's soft. ”

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

"No," Ollivander whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, but as far as I know, it's impossible for a wand to be repaired with this level of damage. ”

As prepared as Harry was, the words were still a huge blow to him. He retrieved his wand and put it back in the bag. Ollivander kept his eyes on the bag until Harry pulled out the two wands he had snatched from Wormtail.

"Can you identify the wand?" asked Harry.

The wandmaker picked up one of the wands and placed it in front of his silver-gray eyes, swirling between his knuckles and bending slightly.

"Walnut, dragon heartstrings," he said. "Twelve and three-quarters of an inch. Can't bend. This is Bellatrix Lestrange's wand. ”

"What about this one?" Ollivander also checked the other wand.

"Chestnut, dragon heartstrings. Nine and a quarter of an inch. Fragile and fragile. Shortly after I was kidnapped, I was forced to make this wand for Peter Pettigrew. Yes, if you win it, it will obey your orders even more, and will do it better than any wand. ”

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

Harry remembered Peter that, in fact, he had subdued him without using magic.

"It probably doesn't belong to him anymore. If you've used it......"

"Yes, I've used ......"

“...... Then it could be yours. Of course, the question of ownership. It depends more on the wand itself. Normally, though, when the wand is taken away, it will be loyal to its new owner. "There was silence in the room for a moment, except for the distant sound of the waves crashing against the reef.

"You speak as if wands have feelings," said Harry, "as if they could think of themselves. ”

"The wand chooses the wizard. Ollivander said. "Those of us who study wands have always understood this. ”

"But we can still use wands that don't have a choice of ourselves?" Harry asked.

"Yes, as long as you're a wizard, you can use any tool to cast magic. However, the best results are only achieved when there is the strongest connection between the wizard and the wand. The connection is complex. First they attract each other, then they get used to each other, and in the process, the wand learns from the wizard, and the wizard learns from the wand. ”

The waves repeatedly crashed against the rocks, making a mournful sound.

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

"I think so. Subtle laws govern wand ownership, but the conquered wand is usually subordinated to its new owner. ”

"Is that true of all wands?" asked Harry.

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

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

"So, isn't it necessary to take possession of the wand by killing its former owner?" asked Harry.

Ollivander swallowed.

"Required? No, I don't think it's necessary to kill the former master. ”

"But there is such a legend," said Harry, his heart beating faster and the pain of his scar intensifying, convinced that Voldemort was preparing to carry out the action. "About a ...... Or a few ...... The legend of the wand passed down through killing" Ollivander's face turned pale. His face was pale against the snow-white pillow, and his bloodshot eyes were wide open and full of fear.

"Just a wand, I thought," he whispered.

"The mystery man is interested in this, isn't he?" asked Harry.

"I ...... You ......," Ollivander hissed, looking pleadingly at Van Lin and Hermione.

"How do you know?"

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

Ollivander looked scared. "He's tormenting me, you have to understand! It's a Drill Spell! I'm ...... I had no choice but to tell him what I knew, what I speculated!"

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

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

As if he had just nodded, Ollivander shook his head slowly. "I started with ...... I've never heard of anything like this. Something amazing happened to your wand that night. The connection between those two wand cores is rare, and I don't know why your wand sucks the borrowed wand so on......"

"We're talking about another wand, the one that changed hands through murder. When the mystery 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?"

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

"Yes, he asked," Ollivander whispered. "He wanted to know everything I knew...... Everything about the Staff of Death, the Staff of Destiny, the Wand of the Elder. ”

This was exactly what Harry cared about, and Harry was afraid that he would not be able to cry out in his heart.

"The Dark Lord," Ollivander whispered in horror, "has always been pleased with the wand I made for him...... Yes, the phoenix feather, thirteen and a quarter of an inch long, until he discovered the connection between the two wand cores. Now it's up to him to find another, more powerful wand as the only way to destroy yours. ”

"But he'll find out soon...... Even if there isn't a ...... My wand is ruined, and it can't be fixed again," Harry whispered.

"No!" Hermione said in horror. "He wouldn'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, "Voldemort finds the Elder Wand, it will be a matter of time, don't forget what kind of identity Voldemort is now, if anyone can make the Elder Wand recognize the master, it is estimated that he is the only one." ”

"No, it can't be, the Elder Wand doesn't have a master. Ollivander immediately retorted, "In fact, no wand is so ...... Indifferent...... As soon as the user is defeated, or snatched from the user, the Elder Wand will be used immediately, no matter what means......"

"That's why it's called the Staff of Death, Mr. Ollivanders!"

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

"Just like you......," said Van Lin, "these are facts that can be traced, and as long as they are not covered up, many people can find out about him, don't they." ”