94 Diagon Alley

    , and three seconds of white eyes.

    "Stop talking nonsense, Ollivander." Snape fiddled with his bizarre collection on the shelf, and it seemed to Gwen that even if he didn't teach Potions this year, that There's still a lot of nasty stuff on the shelf. There was also the aftertaste of unfamiliar potions in the office.

    Gwen took a slender scroll of parchment directly from her bag and unfolded it to reveal the familiar wand.

    "Fox's feathers are not stable," she decided to say a few words for herself, "and I'm not very skilled, so I'm afraid this wand won't be used a few times, Professor."

    Snape scrutinized the wand, not voicing any criticism - which was thankful to Gwen - he just moved his lips again, "How many times?"

    "Only three times, I think." Gwen said conservatively.

    Snape still stared at the wand, rubbing it with his hand.

    "Also, Professor," Gwen suggested cautiously, "If you have to use a spell... I suggest stunned...green just enough to cover the... er...white flash." She couldn't help but look at Snape's face.

    The black-haired, dark-eyed professor stared at her again, and after a long silence he said word by word: "A piece of advice, Ollivander. The wisdom is beyond ordinary." Then he raised his head, Gwen's goosebumps arose with his cold eyes, "You can't afford the price of being smart."

    He didn't say a word after that, and raised his chin slightly toward the door, implying Gwen to get out quickly.

    Gwen was about to get away with her schoolbag in her arms, but her good upbringing still made her linger before she went out: "Thank you for your protective spell." She was referring to the Those few magical spells at the wand shop.

    The dean of Slytherin didn't lift his eyelids, tapped his fingers on the table, as if wondering why this annoying student was still in his office. So in the next second, Gwen ran out of the gate full of snakes.

    Facing the empty underground corridor, Gwen sighed, there used to be a guy waiting for him at the door - especially after Professor Snape's punishment was over. She put her right hand in her pocket and pinched the fleshy retractable ears, feeling that she already missed George a little.

    Unknown to Gwen, after she left. Snape immediately and silently squandered an opportunity for a new wand. His caustic lips were motionless, and if he had used the Stunning Charm, the fake wand immediately shot out a penetrating green light, accompanied by a whistling sound that cut through the air.

    Snape looked again at the identical wand in his hand and tucked it into a slender pocket on the inside of his black robe.

    He looked complicated, his eyes stared in the air, and muttered to himself. "There are two more, I hope enough."

    Malfoy and Opal

    When Gwen threw away the hot potato on the first day of school, she could be said to be relaxed. In addition to devoting herself to a few N.E.W.Ts courses, she even managed to arrange a meeting with the Savior Squad—Gwen now teases Harry, Ron, and Hermione—in the Room of Requirement.

    "That's it." Gwen sat cross-legged on the thick carpet, holding the dog in his arms, which was stretching his neck to sniff Hermione's Crookshanks.

    "I'm a little confused." Ron sat numb and hissed and hammered his calf, "The very day you left Diagon Alley, Mr. Ollivander Taken by the Death Eaters? Correct me if I'm wrong - it sounds like Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix are hoping that You-Know-Who will take a Master Staff Maker?"

    "You're getting smarter, Ron." Gwen was not stingy with her compliments.

    "Why? I mean, does Ollivander have anything Voldemort needs? After all, the wand shop is still open." Harry looked confused.

    "That's why I'm looking for you." Gwen scratched his cheek, "Although Dumbledore didn't say anything, I think..."

    "Wait a minute." Hermione was closest to the door. She seemed to hear footsteps outside the door, and immediately put her finger in front of her mouth and raised her wand.

    The person outside the door walked back and forth three times, but could not find the correct entrance - this is of course because four students had already occupied the coming and going room. Then the man stomped away in frustration.

    Hermione put a few more soundproofing spells on the door uneasy, having experienced Umbridge's surprise visit last semester, they should really be more cautious.

    Gwen then continued, "I think You-Know-Who wants some information from Garrick about your wand."

    Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth and looking at Harry with a worried expression.

    "You mean, what is that word? I have the same core as Voldemort..."

    "Twin core." Gwen let go of the dog, clutching his face with both hands anxiously. "According to your previous description, part of the reason you survived the last confrontation with him was because of the special connection between your wands—"

    "It should be a large part of the reason-" Harry laughed to himself.

    "It's not as big as you think, Harry." Gwen said honestly, "If you want to hear the truth, with such a disparity in power between you and You-Know-Who, the Brother Wand is by no means an option. The decisive factor that keeps him from beating you. Garrick and I both think there must be some other reason for you to escape him twice. But the most important thing is…”

    "The most important thing is what Voldemort thinks." Ron said solemnly, which surprised Gwen again.

    "Indeed, if you know about the existence of the twin cores, and think that's what prevents him from defeating you, then Garrick's purpose is to help him solve this obstacle."

    "Is there really a way to overcome the twin cores?" Hermione frowned and thought for a moment, then grabbed Gwen's hand suddenly, "If you can, Mr. Ollivander is likely to Will be…"

    Gwen shook his head with a wry smile, "My view of wands is still very one-sided, and this knowledge should have been taught to me by Garrick after I graduated - but with my brain, the easiest way Isn't it just a simple replacement for a wand?"

    As soon as the voice fell, the faces of the three people changed, especially Harry, who seemed to have lost a magic weapon close to him.

    "Harry," Gwen shook his hand in front of him, "Come back, Harry."

    "A wand is better than a wizard," said Hermione firmly.

    Harry nodded copingly, but thought in her heart that Hermione was wrong, his situation was different, she had not felt the wand spinning like a compass, firing golden flames at his enemies. He had lost the protection of the twin core, and now that it was gone, he realized how much he depended on it.

    The scariest thing about witches is often their amazing insight and intuition, especially a witch who knows you very well. Hermione immediately looked at Gwen as if asking for help, hoping she would tell Harry from the little wand shop owner's shoes that he was the one who was so wrong.

    Gwen understands, which is why she is looking for a savior in the first place: "Only a bad wizard blames the failure on the weapon. If the You-Know-Who naively intends to change a wand at will, it will be yours. He's just dreaming. Come to think of it, Harry, the first time you beat him, you didn't have a wand in your hand."

    Harry opened his mouth to tell her that it was his mother who saved him with the sacrifice of life and love. But Gwen never gave him a chance to speak.

    "Don't you understand? Dumbledore acquiesced to Garrick to bring this information to Voldemort," Gwen unknowingly said the Dark Lord's name, she was completely unaware that she was right in her heart His fear is also gradually diminishing, "precisely because he also knows that your wand is not the key to the victory at all."

    Ron seemed to be inspired by this sentence, he patted his friend vigorously, "I told you before, buddy! There must be something special about you, you can beat him Ron's face flushed with excitement, "Just like water can defeat fire, you must be born to defeat Voldemort! Don't use the wand as your reliance and trump card!"

    Well, although Ron's words are a little off the direction of Gwen's imagination, the truth is correct.

    Ah Merlin, why is Hermione looking at Ron blushing?

    "Anyway, I just wanted to warn you," Gwen said. "If you run into him again one day, don't mess up. As for Garrick, Dumbledore promises They'll get him out before things go bad."

    Hermione looked at Gwen suspiciously, probably wondering where Dumbledore had the confidence to assure her. "And what about Burns and Florin? Are they missing for that reason too?"

    Harry choked on his own saliva and coughed for a long time.

    "I don't see any connection between Florin and Ollivander," Gwen said, "and I don't know why You-Know-Who needs a cold drink shop owner, maybe for Death Eaters Improve the food?"

    Ron imagined old Malfoy, who was looking through his nostrils, eating ice cream, choked, and coughed with his friend.

    Harry, who was finally breathing, changed the subject inexplicably: "I overheard Malfoy's words on the Hogwarts Express."

    Gwen's heart jumped, but she felt that the Savior Squad should not know the relationship between Garrick and Malfoy Manor.

    Harry went on to say, "Voldemort gave him something. Maybe that's why he went to Borgin-Bock."

    Gwen and Ron, Hermione looked at each other and found that they thought the same thing about this matter - Voldemort energy