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How do you go here Junior apex pro powerbeast. He wanted you to tell him how to overcome the connection between our wands, said Harry. Ollivander looked terrified. He tortured me, you must understand that. The Cruciatus Curse, I - I had no choice but to tell him what I knew, what I guessed. I understand, said Harry. You told him about the twin cores. You said he just had to borrow another wizards wand. Ollivander looked horrified, transfixed, by the amount that Harry knew. He nodded slowly. But it didnt work, Harry went on. Mine still beat the borrowed wand. Do you know why that is. Ollivander shook his head as slowly as he had just nodded. I had. never heard of such a thing. Your wand performed something unique that night. The connection of the twin cores is incredibly rare, yet why your wand should have snapped the borrowed wand, I do not know. We were talking about the other wand, the check this out that changes hands by murder. When You-Know-Who realized my wand had done something strange, he came back and asked about that other wand, didnt he. How do you know this. Harry did not answer. Yes, he asked, whispered Ollivander. He wanted to know everything I could tell him about the wand variously known as the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, or the Elder Wand. Harry glanced sideways at Hermione. She looked flabbergasted. The Dark Lord, said Ollivander in hushed and frightened tones, had always been happy with the wand I made him - yew and phoenix feather, thirteen-and-a-half inches - until he discovered the connection of the twin cores. Now he seeks another, more powerful wand, as the only way to conquer yours. But hell know soon, if he doesnt already, that mines broken beyond repair, said Harry quietly. said Hermione, sounding frightened. He cant know that, Harry, how could he - steam meaning. Priori Incantatem, said Harry. We left your wand and the blackthorn wand at the Malfoys, Hermione. If they examine them properly, make them re-create the spells theyve cast lately, theyll see that yours broke mine, theyll see that you tried and failed to mend it, and theyll realize that Ive been using the blackthorn one ever since. The little color she had regained since their arrival had drained from her face. Ron gave Harry a reproachful look, and said, Lets not worry about that now - But Mr. Ollivander intervened. The Dark Lord no longer seeks the Elder Here only for your destruction, Mr. Potter. He is determined to possess it because he believes it will make him truly invulnerable. And will it. The owner of the Elder Wand must always fear attack, said Ollivander, but the idea of the Dark Lord in possession of the Deathstick is, I must admit. formidable. Harry was suddenly reminded of how he had been unsure, when they first met, of how much he liked Ollivander. Even now, having been tortured and imprisoned by Voldemort, the idea of the Dark wizard in possession of this wand seemed to enthrall him as much as it repulsed him. You - you really think this wand exists, then, Mr. Ollivander. Junior apex pro powerbeast Hermione. Oh yes, said Ollivander. Yes, it is perfectly possible to trace the wands course through history. There are gaps, of course, and long ones, where it vanishes from view, temporarily lost or hidden; but always it resurfaces. It has certain identifying 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 dont 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 tiger simulator 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. Ollivander, said Harry, you told You-Know-Who that Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand, didnt 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 YouKnow-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. Ollivander, one last thing, and then well 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. Im afraid I dont know what youre 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. Well 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 a glimpse 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 Junior apex pro powerbeast 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 YouKnow-Who trying to find him. When he tracked him down, he found that Gregorovitch didnt have it anymore: It was stolen from him by Grindelwald. How Grindelwald found out that Gregorovitch had it, I dont know - but if Gregorovitch was stupid enough to spread the rumor, it cant have been that difficult. Voldemort was at the gates of Hogwarts; Harry could see him standing there, and see too the lamp bobbing in the pre-dawn, coming closer and closer. And Grindelwald used the Elder Wand to become powerful. And at the height of his power, when Dumbledore knew he was the only one who could stop him, he rust game development village Grindelwald and beat him, and he took the Elder Wand. Dumbledore had the Elder Wand. said Ron. But then - where is it now. At Hogwarts, said Harry, fighting to remain with them in the cliff-top garden. But then, lets go. said Ron urgently. Harry, lets go and get it before he does. Its too late for that, said Harry. He could not continue reading himself, but clutched his head, trying to help it resist. He knows where it is. Hes there now. Harry. Ron said furiously. How long have you known this - why have we been wasting time. Why did you talk to Griphook first. We could have gone - we could still go - No, said Harry, and he sank to his knees in the grass. Hermiones right. Dumbledore didnt want me to have it. He didnt want me to take it. He wanted me to get the Horcruxes. The unbeatable wand, Harry. moaned Ron. Im not supposed to. Im supposed to get the Horcruxes. And now everything was cool and dark: The sun was barely visible over the horizon as he glided alongside Snape, up through the grounds toward the lake. I shall join you in the castle shortly, he said in his high, cold voice. Leave me now. Snape bowed and set off back up the path, his black cloak billowing behind him. Harry walked slowly, waiting for Snapes figure to disappear. It would not do for Snape, or indeed anyone else, to Junior apex pro powerbeast where he was going. But there were no lights in the castle windows, and he could conceal himself. and in a second he had cast upon himself a Disillusionment Charm that hid him even from his own eyes. And he walked on, around the edge of the lake, taking in the outlines of the beloved castle, his first kingdom, his birthright. And here it was, beside the lake, reflected in the dark waters. The white marble tomb, an unnecessary blot on the familiar landscape. He felt again that rush of controlled euphoria, that heady sense of purpose in destruction. He raised the old yew wand: How fitting that this would be its last great act. The tomb split open from head to foot. The shrouded figure was as long and thin as it had been in life. He raised the wand again. The wrappings fell open. The face was translucent, pale, sunken, yet almost perfectly preserved. They had left his spectacles on the crooked nose: He felt amused derision. Dumbledores hands were folded upon his chest, and there it lay, clutched beneath them, buried with him. Had the old fool imagined that marble or death would protect the wand. Had he thought that the Dark Lord would be scared to violate his tomb. The spiderlike hand swooped and pulled the wand from Dumbledores grasp, and as he took it, a shower of sparks flew from its tip, sparkling over the corpse of its last owner, ready to serve a new master at last. B CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE SHELL COTTAGE ill and Fleurs cottage stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea, its walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. It was a lonely and beautiful place. Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature. He spent much of the next few days making excuses to escape the crowded cottage, craving the cliff-top view of open sky and wide, empty sea, and the feel of cold, salty wind on his face. The enormity of his decision not to race Voldemort to the wand still scared Harry. He could not remember, ever before, choosing not to act. He was full of doubts, doubts that Ron could not help voicing whenever they were together. What if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand. What if working out what the symbol meant made you worthy to get the Hallows. Harry, if that really is the Elder Wand, how the hell are we supposed to finish off You-Know-Who. Harry had no answers: There were moments when he wondered whether it had been outright madness not to try to prevent Voldemort breaking open the tomb. He could not even explain satisfactorily why he had decided against it: Every time he tried to reconstruct the internal arguments that had led to his decision, they sounded feebler to him. The odd thing was that Hermiones support made him feel just as confused as Rons doubts. Now forced to accept that the Elder Wand was real, she maintained that it was an evil object, and that the way Voldemort had taken possession of it was repellent, not to be considered. You could never have done that, Harry, she said again and again. You couldnt have broken into Dumbledores grave. But the idea of Dumbledores corpse frightened Harry much less than the possibility that he might have misunderstood the living Dumbledores intentions. He felt that he was still groping in the dark; he had chosen his path but kept looking back, wondering whether he had misread the signs, whether he should not have taken the other way. From time to time, anger at Dumbledore baldurs gate xbox 360 disc over him again, powerful as the waves slamming themselves against the cliff beneath the cottage, anger that Dumbledore had not explained before he died. But is he dead. said Ron, three days after they had arrived at the cottage. Harry had been staring out over the wall that separated the cottage garden from the cliff when Ron and Hermione had found him; he wished they had not, having no wish to join in with their argument. Yes, he is, Ron, please dont start that again. Look at the facts, Hermione, said Ron, speaking across Harry, who continued to gaze at the horizon. The silver doe. The sword. The eye Harry saw in the mirror - Harry admits he could have imagined the eye. Dont you, Harry. I could have, said Harry without looking at her. But you dont think you did, do you. asked Ron. No, I dont, said Harry. There you go. said Ron quickly, before Hermione could carry on. If it wasnt Dumbledore, explain how Dobby knew we were in the cellar, Hermione. I cant - but can you explain how Dumbledore sent him to us if hes lying in a tomb at Hogwarts. I dunno, it couldve been his ghost. Dumbledore wouldnt come back as a ghost, said Harry. There was little about Dumbledore he was sure of now, but he knew that much. 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