Mr. Ollivander walked briskly down the stairs, and before he could leave the gates of Hogwarts Castle, he was stopped by a witch in a portrait behind him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wait a minute, Mr. Ollivander, Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to give you a message," the witch straightened her hat against the frame, "he said I'd like to ask you to stay in the school for a while if you can..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and wanted to refuse with a look of embarrassment on his face, but found that the witch in the frame did not give him a chance to speak at all, and slipped out of the painting directly after passing the word.

Ollivander stood there for a few minutes with some trepidation, and finally seemed to have made up his mind to ignore Dumbledore's retention, and took a step to leave the place of right and wrong.

But then, Dumbledore's voice rang out behind the staffmaker.

"Oh, Garrick, I hope you're not impatient..."Old Deng called out to Mr. Ollivander in a gentle voice: "There will always be some urgent matters to deal with when the Triwizard Tournament resumes this year..."

"yes, there's always something urgent to deal with... I have some things to do, so I won't bother with them, Albus. Mr. Ollivander continued Dumbledore's head and walked straight towards the door.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was going to keep you for a cup of tea. Dumbledore said lamentingly.

"Next time," Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll send you. Dumbledore said.

"No," said Mr. Ollivander hurriedly.

But Dumbledore was already standing beside the staff maker without question, with a kind smile on his face: "It's okay, it's good that I have some questions for you..."

Mr. Ollivander looked a little bitter.

At this time, the lawn has taken on a yellow-green color, and the autumn scene is slowly coming, and the two old men walked out of the castle side by side, like a walk on the road to the main entrance of the campus.

"Garrick, I'm curious, what did you find when you tested Roger's wand?" Dumbledore asked the wandmaker as he stepped on the soft grass and chatted between two old friends.

Ollivander's face changed, and he swallowed: "I was expecting you to really just send me..."

"It's a little weird for two old men with gray hair walking together without saying a word," Dumbledore said playfully.

But Ollivanders didn't smile at all, his face became like ashes, his eyes were very wide, and he seemed to be full of fear: "I don't know if I should tell you or not, Albus... But you have to promise me that if I do, you can't tell anyone that I told you that..."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "I promise." ”

Mr. Ollivander stopped, and the two stood not far from the campus gate, and he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"You know what the cypress tree is, don't you?" asked the old man.

Dumbledore nodded, "A tenacious man-eating tree, it is said that the beating willow is one of the branches of the Dian cypress... But as far as I know, there are no living cypress trees in the world... As early as the last century, it was massively purged by wizards. ”

"Yes, the vitality is extremely tenacious... Any time a broken branch of the cypress touches the flesh, it will parasitize and live," said Ollivander in a low and hoarse voice, "but not all the cypress has been cleaned... The wand, the one in Roger's hand, was made from a living branch of a cypress tree. ”

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed, "But Roger has used it for more than three years, and that wand doesn't show any signs of sprouting..."

Ollivander shook his head very slowly, "I'm going to sell it because it's just a wand... The core of its staff is the newt's backbone..."

"That little creature that lives in a cave that doesn't see the light of day, and it's said to be the only magical creature in the world that can regenerate after a head has fallen off," Dumbledore thought for a moment.

"These two rare, strange materials come together..."Ollivander nodded slowly, as slowly as he had just shaken his head, "I just wanted to make a wand that would never break and repair itself... The problem is not in the wand. ”

Dumbledore seemed to understand something, but didn't speak, he waited quietly for the Wandmaker's explanation.

"A tree that grows by absorbing the life force of others, a creature with a strong regenerative ability that almost has no second way to die except for natural old age, and even if the wand is broken and only the size of a finger, it will not affect its owner's spell casting and will slowly return to its original state..."

"But there's only one way to recover from the wand wood of the cypress tree... That's killing! The more damage the wand takes, the more it needs to kill. If you kill while intact, the wand will slowly grow as if it were growing naturally..."

"When I sold it to that boy, it was nine and a half inches long, and now it's eleven inches long—" Ollivander swallowed hard, and said a set of numbers that scared him.

There are even some data wand makers who choose to hide it without telling Dumbledore... Because according to his speculation, for every person he killed while the wand was intact, the wood would grow by sixty-quarters of an inch, which meant that Roger had killed at least ninety-six people with the wand!

The boy who doesn't seem to be much different from an ordinary student, and who always smiles most of the time, is actually a homicidal maniac! The murderer is almost ready to come out!

The adversary who can't even be mentioned by name was a student... No, at no time would he dare to openly kill so many wizards!

Think about it, killing hundreds of people in one night in front of many officials of the Ministry of Magic and many Aurors... Ollivander couldn't imagine what would happen to the boy if he knew he had leaked this data and awaited his old bones and his family.

"Kill—" Unlike the terrified staff maker on the other side, Dumbledore groaned for a moment and asked, "But it doesn't have to be a human to kill, does it, Garrick?"