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"But he'll know soon, if he doesn't already, that mine's broken beyond repair," said Harry quietly. "No!" said Hermione, sounding frightened. "He can't know that, Harry, how could he \a150\a150?" "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 they've cast lately, they'd see that yours broke mine, they'll see that you tried and failed to mend it, and they'll realize that I've 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, "Let's not worry about that now \a150\a150" But Mr. Ollivander intervened. "The Dark Lord no longer seeks the Elder Wand 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 unsure, when they first met, of how much he like Ollivander. Even now,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], 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?" asked Hermione. "Oh yes," said Ollivander. "Yes, it is perfectly possible to trace the wand's 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 don't think it can be a fairy tale or a myth?" Hermione asked hopefully. "No," said Ollivander. "Whether it \ineeds\i 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 \a150\a150 ?" "Never mind how I know it," said Harry, closing his eyes momentarily as his scar burned and he saw, for mere seconds,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], 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,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so that he could explain to Ron and Hermione.
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