"Oh, yes, it was like yesterday, you followed Severus Snape into my shop, and the first time I saw you, I knew I had a guest like no other—"

Amosta's office has welcomed another guest, and he is none other than Garrick Ollivander, one of the most important wandmakers in the British wizarding world.

"It's not hard to tell that you're Muggle-born, but, unlike those kids who grew up in Muggle society, when you walked into my shop, the look in your eyes told me that you had more caution than curiosity and fear, and in general, that doesn't happen, very few children can keep you as calm as you do, so I knew at once that you had something extraordinary—"

The old Ollivander chattered, while Amosta kept a polite smile and listened quietly, and even Dumbledore seemed to be interested in the matter, listening patiently and interestedly.

"Ebony, twelve feet long, slightly stiff, and the core of the staff is the tendon cord of the dragon's heart, right?"

"That's right--" Amosta bowed slightly, "the price is six Galleons and ten silver sicos, and you see that I am handsome, and you see that I am handsome." ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched and he didn't speak, and Ollivanders didn't seem to hear Amosta's words, and continued to immerse himself in the world of memories,

"I remember that we tried a lot before we picked your wand, Mr. Blaine, a very wonderful wand, I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Blaine, I had just taken over the shop, and it wasn't that very good, and the wand was made of nothing special - a malnourished tree that grew in a magically barren area, a dragon that was kept and not wild, yes. Nothing outstanding, I thought it would be a mediocre wand.

But the results were astonishing, and many mundane elements combined into a wand of great power—"

"Why do you think this is the case?"

Amosta was a little curious, wand-making is a branch of alchemy, very unpopular and very esoteric. The knowledge of wands is almost monopolized by the Garrick Ollivanders family in front of you, and if you want to teach yourself, you may not even be able to grasp the slightest scratch.

"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I can't say."

Ollivander said slowly,

"No one can say clearly, and if you have to give an answer, then I can only tell you that perhaps the malnourished sandalwood tree and the dragon raised in the ground have a very energetic heart, a heart that is incomparably eager to excel and be free, and they have pinned their wishes on this wand, so when this wand chooses you, I immediately know that the little boy in front of me will achieve something in the future--"

Ollivander's silver eyes sparkled, and he stared at Amosta and said with a little surprise,

"But it's been much more than I could have imagined, Mr. Blaine, that you have accomplished more than I expected, and I thought you would be a very famous dark wizard. Don't mind, Mr. Blaine, I know that wand will aspire to be in the hands of a man who wants to grow stronger and stronger—"

"Hehe--" Amosta smiled nonchalantly, "Looks like I've been given the right guidance?" ”

"Not really, Mr. Blaine--"

Ollivander shook his head,

"It was your good nature that triumphed over the greed for power, and so, you have gained true allegiance from this wand."

"I guess Amosta didn't expect you to be able to see him through a wand—"

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Amosta who was holding the teacup, but he immediately became alert, looked at Ollivander and said,

"In the few meetings we've had over the years, you've emphasized your regret many times, haven't you, I don't think you need to explain it again--"

"Oh, why not?"

Amosta looked at Ollivander curiously,

"What's going on, would you mind sharing it with me?"

Dumbledore immediately looked helpless, as if he knew that his little secret could not be hidden.

"Oh, Albus gave up his original wand—"

Ollivander 'grieved' and said,

"He no longer uses the wand he got from my father, and I must say, Albus, that my father was still talking about it on his deathbed—"

"Really?"

Amosta was slightly surprised,

"How so, normally no one would do that?"

"Again, that's not what I'd like to see--" Dumbledore said calmly, "but that wand was damaged many years ago by my misuse, so I had to make a new choice-"

"It was after that duel that shocked the world--"

Ollivander said at the right time, and his words made the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitch again.

"Oh, that's-"

Amosta had seen the wand Dumbledore use, it was a strange elderberry wand, in general, there were very few wizards who used this kind of wand, Amosta hadn't paid much attention to this in the past, and after Ollivander's reminder and Dumbledore's reluctance to talk more, he vaguely sensed that things were not simple,

"This wand is"

Amosta stared thoughtfully at Dumbledore's cuffs, where Dumbledore usually placed his wand.

"The warriors will soon be in the classroom downstairs, Amosta, and I think we'll have to hurry--" Dumbledore's silver whiskers wwayed uncharacteristically from under his nose, and then looked at Ollivander who was looking at him regretfully,

"What I want to ask you is, Garrick, two wands made of those two feathers of Fawkes--"

"The Mystery Man and Potter--"

Ollivander was immediately intrigued by Dumbledore's unspoken question, his eyes shining, and he said in a very excited tone,

"Two wands made of two tail feathers of a phoenix, possessed by the most evil dark wizard in history and the man who defeated him, seems to illustrate their entangled fate!"

"Can you make that clearer?"

Amosta didn't know what Dumbledore had communicated with Ollivander about this before, and he narrowed his eyes and asked,

"The wicks of two wands come from the same subject, what happens if they meet?"

"It's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand, Mr. Brian, I always tell people. But rarely, anyone understands the meaning of this--"

Ollivander smiled strangely,

"Wands have life, too, Mr. Blaine, they have minds of their own, so wands don't have to be at the behest of the wizard to whom they belong, and when they choose their master, they become part of that wizard—"

Amosta's thoughts flickered, and he immediately understood the meaning of Ollivander's first half of the sentence,

"If two wizards with a wand of the kind we just talked about meet--"

"They don't fight each other, but if their owners have to. In the rare event that one of the wands forces the other to recreate the magic in chronological order—"

Dumbledore said quickly, he had apparently consulted Ollivander about this.

"What if you change your wand?"

Amosta asked softly with a deep look in his eyes.

"Oh, hehe, Mr. Blaine, I already said that when the wands choose their owner, they will become part of that wizard, and this is not a problem that can be solved by changing the wand--"

Ollivander smiled mysteriously,

"Unless wands and wizards dislike each other and resolve not to be loyal to each other, then their ties will be severed completely."

(End of chapter)