Characteristics that those who are learned in wandlore recognize. There are written

Accounts, some of them obscure, that I and other wandmakers have made it our business

to study. They have the ring of authenticity.”

“So you – you don’t think it can be a fairy tale or a myth?” Hermione asked

Hopefully.

“No,” said Ollivander. “Whether it needs to pass by murder, I do not know. Its

History is bloody, but that may be simply due to the fact that it is such a desirable object,

And arouses such passions in wizards. Immensely powerful, dangerous in the wrong

hands, and an object of incredible fascination to all of us who study the power of wands.”

“Mr. Ollivander,” said Harry, “you told You-Know-Who that Gregorovitch had

the Elder Wand, didn’t you?”

Ollivander turned, if possible, even paler. He looked ghostly as he gulped.

“But how – how do you -- ?”

“Never mind how I know it,” said Harry, closing his eyes momentarily as his scar

Burned and he saw, for mere seconds, a vision of the main street in Hogsmeade, still dark,

because it was so much farther north. “You told You-Know-Who that Gregorovitch had

the wand?”

“It was a rumor,” whispered Ollivander. “A rumor, years and years ago, long

Before you were born I believe Gregorovitch himself started it. You can see how good it

Would be for business; that he was studying and duplicating the qualities of the Elder

Wand!”

“Yes, I can see that,” said Harry. He stood up. “Mr. Ollivander, one last thing, and

then we’ll let you get some rest. What do you know about the Deathly Hallows?”

“The – the what?” asked the wandmaker, looking utterly bewildered.

“The Deathly Hallows.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this still something to do

with wands?”

Harry looked into the sunken face and believed that Ollivander was not acting. He

Did not know about the Hallows.

“Thank you,” said Harry. “Thank you very much. We’ll leave you to get some

rest now.”

Ollivander looked stricken.

“He was torturing me!” he gasped. “The Cruciatus Curse . . . you have no

idea. . . .”

“I do,” said Harry, “I really do. Please get some rest. Thank you for telling me all

of this.”

He led Ron and Hermione down the staircase. Harry caught glimpses of Bill,

Fleur, Luna, and Dean sitting at the table in the kitchen, cups of tea in front of them. They

All looked up at Harry as he appeared in the doorway, but he merely nodded to them and

Continued into the garden, Ron and Hermione behind him. The reddish mound of earth

That covered Dobby lay ahead, and Harry walked back to it, as the pain in his head built

More and more powerfully. It was a huge effort now to close down the visions that were

Forcing themselves upon him, but he knew that he would have to resist only a little longer.

He would yield very soon, because he needed to know that his theory was right. He must

Make only one more short effort, so that he could explain to Ron and Hermione.

“Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand a long time ago,” he said, “I saw You-Know-

Who trying to find him. When he tracked him down, he found that Gregorovitch didn’t

have it anymore: It was stolen from him by Grindelwald. How Grindelwald found out

that Gregorovitch had it, I don’t know – but if Gregorovitch was stupid enough to spread

the rumor, it can’t have been that difficult.”

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