Time flies, Hogwarts is about to start school soon, Diagon Alley is full of hustle and bustle, this is the busiest time of year in Diagon Alley, many parents and their children will go to buy corresponding books and some The necessities of life.
Newly enrolled first-year students also need to buy their own wands and pets.
This cobblestone-paved long street is now very lively, and many wizards without shops are enthusiastically selling their wares.
"Attention freshmen and parents, are you afraid that your child will be bullied and unable to resist at school? Buy a pet! The cane toad imported from Australia has the toxin that can kill a whole crocodile, and its lifespan It is very long, and it will definitely accompany your child through the entire student life!" The obvious foreign accent echoed in the corner.
In the basket, a few fat toads are struggling to climb up the wall of the basket, longing for the unattainable freedom.
The onlookers whistled and suggested, "You should go to Knockturn Alley next door. You will be caught selling this thing here."
"Yes, is it?" The vendor said in horror, then packed up his goods and left in a panic.
It seems that this is a wizard from other places.
In short, Diagon Alley is actually a mixed bag of fish and dragons.
A man wearing a black cloak was walking slowly on the street. There were many strange wizards here, and there was no shortage of a man wearing a black cloak during the day.
It's just that if someone knew his true identity, he would definitely scream in horror and cause a terrifying commotion.
Voldemort, or You-Know-Who.
Naturally, he didn't buy school supplies for his children. There was a woman who was obsessed with him, but he was not interested in women, and now even the woman who was obsessed with him had been dead for a long time.
He came here for only one purpose.
Find Ollivander, and ask him why his wand has changed, and why the wand, which has always been like an arm, began to resist his orders after meeting the boy.
The accident in Azkaban made him still a loner so far, and Umbridge was not even an ally.
Now he encounters many things and must take action and do it himself.
The shop is small and shabby, but since then, the peeling gold signboard has been plated with a new layer of gold leaf.
It reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.
In front of the glass window, there was a sign: "The owner is out, and the apprentice sells wands as an agent. Sorry for the inconvenience caused."
Voldemort clenched his fists, wondering if it was a coincidence.
A young guy is selling magic wands in front of the glass counter, and most of the customers are parents who bring their children to buy.
"Don't look at me being so young, my teacher has praised me a lot. Although I don't say that I am making a wand, it is more than enough to recommend it." The voice of the clerk came from inside.
After some sales, a father and son left the wand shop contentedly with their wands.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Voldemort went in anyway.
"Sir, do you want to buy a wand?"
"Yes, do you have any recommendations?" Voldemort raised his yew wand in his pale and slender hand, and waved it in front of the clerk.
The clerk's eyes blurred for a moment.
"Well... the damage is too bad to be repaired, and a new wand is needed."
Even if this wand is so perfect.
"Let me see what suits you."
While looking for the wand placed behind him, the apprentice chatted ramblingly.
"The restraint between wands, the teacher talked about these things from time to time before he left, saying that the wand made of apple wood is restrained. The wand made of holly wood is sometimes restrained by the yew wood, because one symbolizes life and the other symbolizes death. "
"What are you talking about?" Voldemort became emotional, and the muscles on his face tightened. It's a pity that he doesn't have eyebrows, otherwise he must be frowning now.
"Sir, do you need me to repeat it?" The clerk looked at him in surprise, as if a little surprised by the man's behavior.
Most people are actually not interested in these things, and the wand is just a tool to them, as long as it can be used.
Not everyone is keen on dueling and fighting, even though most people have wands that will accompany them for a lifetime.
"Apple wood restrains, holly wood restrains yew wood? Is that a sentence?" the clerk said again.
"I don't really believe it." The clerk shook his head and added.
The confusion in Voldemort's heart was completely resolved at this time.
How could the majestic Dark Lord be defeated by a brat
It must be the restraint of the wand. Next time, you only need to change a wand at random, and the boy who bears the name of the savior will definitely die without a place to bury him.
He thought so, and then didn't say anything else, and hurriedly left from the door, maybe to verify.
"It's finally over, this is really a hard job." The apprentice sighed, and began to close the shop door, regardless of the business hours.
"The compound soup is about to vomit," he muttered, glanced at the water bottle hidden under his feet, kicked it lightly, and then his black hair gradually turned gray, and the strangest thing was the pair of eyes, with one The eyeball suddenly sunken in and was replaced by a huge misshapen eye.
The potency of the polyjuice was starting to wear off.
This is Mad Eye Moody.
Still obeying Dumbledore's orders, he took the initiative to accept a certain amount of hypnosis, making him pretend that the fake is real. Except for Snape, this is the only way to trick the suspicious Voldemort into using Legilimency all the time.
Such a lot of trouble was naturally to provide Voldemort with wrong information.
Concealing something doesn't necessarily need to be perfectly hidden, and it's also a good way to divert the attention of the seeker.
The secret of the twin wands is what they need to hide, leaving Voldemort to search for some unwarranted "wand restraint" like a chicken without a head.
This is of course fabricated.
Consuming his energy, distracting his sight, and concealing the truth that really needs to be concealed.
It is said that everyone is afraid of Voldemort, but Voldemort himself does not dare to appear in front of everyone openly. Dumbledore will come at any time, as well as a large number of Aurors.
He is also tied here, once he makes a move, he will be tracked and entangled in countless trouble vortexes.
And he himself didn't want to expose his true purpose, so he didn't start killing.
In fact, of course, Moody was prepared to sacrifice.
At the forking intersection, Voldemort left in a hurry.
But just as he didn't dare to expose himself, Dumbledore was also constrained everywhere. Even if he knew that Voldemort would come here, he didn't dare to fortify easily.
In a busy city, the price of fighting is too high, and it affects other people, which is unacceptable to Dumbledore.
And no anti-apparition magic could restrain him.
Now both sides are hiding their intentions from each other and misleading each other.
This is a game and war without gunpowder.