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Chapter 569: Wand Loyalty
🕑 Added 2019-08-08 15:49:40 +0000 UTCEvan certainly remembered what Mr. Ollivander had said at the beginning, about the secret hidden in his wand.
He also did not want him to say those things on this occasion. After all, it was too shocking.
Ollivander had once told Evan that the core of his wand was the Thestral Tail Hair. This was a very tricky substance, which could be mastered only by a wizard capable of facing death.
Mastering death could easily bring up ideas of surprise, death and misfortune.
Apart from these obvious negative thoughts, Evan did not quite understand what Mr. Ollivander meant back then.
However, after a thorough study of many ancient magic books including Wandlore, he realized how special it was to use Thestral tail as the essence of the wand, which was not as simple as the literal meaning of "mastering death".
Under the influence of some mysterious power, only those who witnessed death directly could see the Thestral.
The Thestral tail hair that contained this power could not be integrated into the wand through traditional craftsmanship.
In all the books about Wandlore that Evan read, it was believed that the Thestral tail hair is the most difficult substance to use in a wand making.
Even if the wand could be made, it could not be used by wizards.
To put it simply, the mysterious power in the Thestral tail hair would hinder the transmission of the wizard's magic power, and was very unstable.
Evan didn't know how his wand was made, as its mere creation contradicted many basic theories of Wandlore.
Apart from his wand, the only wand in the world that used the Thestral tail hair as its inner core was the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hands. The wand was said to be made by Death itself from the elder tree on the banks of the river, and it was 15 inches long.
Reading the Deathly Hallows, one would find that the Elder Wand had infinite potential and only submitted to the most powerful of wizards.
It was also known as the Deathstick or the Wand of Destiny. In the history of magic, it was present in many famous duels.
The Elder Wand was the least understanding of the feelings, the most cool and cruel wand, and only considered the user's ability.
Other wands had a certain degree of loyalty to their owners, so even if they were defeated, as long as they still held the wands, the wands would serve them, they would not give up on their owners so easily.
This trait was particularly evident in wands made from unicorn hair, which remained loyal to their owners. If a wand were allowed to choose a competent person, it would prefer the initial owner.
However, the old wand was only loyal to ability; it was completely with no “emotions” or attachment. It went with strength, so beating the original owner meant winning the wand.
This was one of the characteristics of the Elder Wand. It was also reflected in Evan’s wand, and was even more domineering.
Over the past two years, Evan had found that no one but himself could control and use his wand.
It was even impossible to cast the simplest magic with it, and it would resist any other user.
The most obvious example was that Peter Pettigrew once used Evan’s wand to kill him. But Evan could see clearly that Peter's Killing Curse had no effect. When he wanted to continue using the magic, he suddenly threw down the wand and ran away. His face was full of horror, apparently frightened by something!
Something must have happened. Peter Pettigrew must have felt something extremely powerful from Evan’s wand, the kind of power that could evoke the deep memories of his heart, so he would turn and flee directly.
Evan didn't know what power it was. In fact, he had never studied his wand.
At certain times, especially when using profound dark magic involving soul power, he could feel something fresh in this wand, and that thing wants to break through the limit of the wand and come out from the inside. This was really terrible.
Evan had never used the Elder Wand, but he didn't think that the Thestral tail hair would have this effect.
Of course, all this was still a mystery, and it was not impossible.
As Ollivander just said, Wandlore was one of the most complex and mysterious branches of magic. It involved the origin of the wizards’ magic power, and many theories had been inherited from generation to generation, being exclusive to wand makers, and not really recorded anywhere.
This was also the main reason why excellent wand makers had always have a history of thousands of years.
"This wand is the only thing that my great grandfather passed down. Believe me; my great-grandfather's achievements are what every wand maker can only look up to. He had done great things!" Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand carefully and continued softly, "Mr. Mason, the wand he left behind has been passed down from generation to generation, never picking any wizard, until it met you."
He waved his right hand holding the wand gently down, and a silvery half-moon glow appeared at the end of the wand.
"This wand is well maintained and its traits have not changed significantly!" said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back to Evan. "Remember, Mr. Mason, it’s the wand that chooses the wizard. One day you’ll understand what I mean. Please make good use of this wand; it will be your best assistant."
Hearing his words, Evan felt even more confused.
Mr. Ollivander did not comment on his wand as he did with the others, and did not mention its material and core.
He just looked at Evan quietly, and his milky white pupils gave a creepy feeling.
Then he turned and nodded to Dumbledore.
"Thank you, Garrick!" Dumbledore stood up at the judges’ table and said to Evan, his friends and the champions. "You may go back to your lessons now … or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner, as they are about to end!”
"What, finally over?” Bagman also stood up. When Mr. Ollivander was checking the wands, he had been drowsy there, but now he was extremely excited. "Photos, Dumbledore, photos! All the judges and champions can take a photo together. The four children can also come. What do you think, Rita?"
"Yes, let’s do those first!" said Rita Skeeter, whose eyes were upon Evan and Harry again. "And then perhaps some individual shots."
The photographs took a long time. Madame Maxime cast everyone else into shadow wherever she stood. The room was too small, and the photographer couldn’t stand far enough back to get her into the frame.
Eventually she had to sit while everyone else stood around her.
Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee around his finger to give it an extra curl.
Krum skulked, half-hidden, at the back of the group, as if he was not comfortable with the camera.
After the photo was taken, Rita Skeeter insisted on separate shots of everyone.
In fact what she meant was to take individual photos of Evan and Harry.
Evan ignored her and pulled Harry and Hermione out of the room.
