Chapter 729: Griphook's request!!

Although Harry was very moved, he still thought Darren should use his own wand.

Darren without a wand didn't cast some magic very smoothly.

Harry sighed.

He handed the two wands over.

"Please help me see if I can use these two wands? I seem to only be able to use Darren's wand, other wands are not very good."

Harry said uneasily.

Ollivander held these two wands.

He said softly: "Walnut and dragon heartstring, this is Bellatrix's wand, its owner now belongs to Darren Potter.

This one was once Narcissa's wand, its owner is now also Darren Potter."

"Once?"

Harry asked curiously.

Ollivander nodded and said, "Yes, that is the case. Their owner is now Darren, because Darren defeated their masters.

I once said that the wand chooses the wizard; when a wand is taken, its master also changes."

"Are all wands like this?"

Harry asked doubtfully.

Ollivander shook his head.

He looked at Darren's wand.

He said softly, "Logically speaking, the principles of Eastern and Western wands are similar, but Eastern wands place more emphasis on loyalty.

Therefore, Eastern wands rarely change owners.

However, Eastern wands rarely make their way here. At the time, I was also very surprised that they would give me the reverse scale of a Azure Dragon.

Perhaps they had their eyes on Darren long ago; they believed Darren would be able to win!"

Darren fell silent.

After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Then, the Elder Wand—does it change owners because it is taken?"

"I believe so, because that wand is usually accompanied by death and war."

Ollivander nodded. Darren nodded.

He prepared to leave.

But Harry asked one last question.

"Do you really believe that the Elder Wand exists?"

"Yes, I believe it truly exists; there are too many traces of its existence in history."

They came out of the room.

"Brother, feel his thoughts!"

Darren suddenly said to Harry.

Harry did so subconsciously.

Then he felt himself drifting beside Snape.

He was somewhat angry.

"So, Darren Potter has left completely?"

"Yes!"

Snape nodded.

He became furious.

He should have locked Darren Potter away more securely; he should have made him stay honestly by his side.

Of course, that day was not far off.

He already knew where the Elder Wand was.

He could already kill Harry Potter completely!

"I will meet you in the castle later; for now, you leave!"

He said, opening his mouth.

Then Snape left.

He continued forward in the castle; he did not want Snape to know his thoughts.

He moved forward slowly.

Before obtaining that thing, he did not want any complications.

Finally, the night grew deep.

He arrived before that pure white marble tomb.

He found it utterly ridiculous.

Then he raised his wand.

The marble tomb was split open from end to end.

The body wrapped in the burial shroud was as thin and long as it had been in life.

The wrapping cloth fell away.

He saw Dumbledore's face clearly.

On Dumbledore's face, he still wore the ridiculous glasses from his lifetime.

In his palm, he gripped a wand.

He raised the wand.

Then the Elder Wand flew up, its tip emitting sparks.

This Elder Wand had officially changed masters.

Harry, Ron, and even Hermione all began to feel that perhaps obtaining the Elder Wand would make Darren's life a bit more secure.

But Darren did not agree.

"First, it is impossible for me to take the Elder Wand from Headmaster Dumbledore's tomb.

Second, I believe Headmaster Dumbledore would not wish for me to obtain the Elder Wand, nor would he even want Harry to have it.

Even now, when I think about it, his death might have been his own calculation... although I still find this idea hard to believe.

But I believe I am not wrong; he truly did not want me to save him...

Third, I also believe that the Elder Wand being held by the Dark Lord would be more useful than me holding it; this stems from a guess of mine that I cannot tell you right now.

I think our responsibility is to find the Horcruxes and destroy them!"

Darren wore a serious expression.

Ron said subconsciously, "Dumbledore is always so mysterious; if only Dumbledore could come back as a ghost..."

"He won't; he won't come back."

Darren said softly.

Harry looked at Darren sorrowfully.

He thought of the question he had asked Nick earlier.

"He will move on... very few people return, and Dumbledore would certainly not choose that path."

Harry looked at Darren and said sorrowfully.

Just as if Darren were truly dead.

Then, he could no longer expect Darren to return.

He would not come back again.

"Darren..."

At this moment, Bill knocked on the window from outside.

Darren opened the door.

"What's wrong?"

"It's like this, Griphook says he wants to see you... Darren, I don't know what you are planning to do, but I still hope you can be safe."

"Yes, we will try our best to survive; at the very least, before the final battle, we will live well."

Darren said with a smile.

But Bill did not smile.

He looked at Darren seriously, as if wanting him to guarantee something.

But Darren shook his head.

"I cannot guarantee anything to anyone, nor can I tell you that we will all survive; that is impossible. How could there be no deaths in a war?"

He asked back softly.

His eyes were not red.

Instead, it was Bill who retreated with red eyes.

Darren sighed softly and walked toward Griphook's room.

Harry and the others followed behind.

They looked at Bill with sympathy.

There was no helping it.

This was a fact no one could accept.

But they all had to accept it, didn't they?

Harry and the others only had time to be sorrowful for a moment before they hurriedly followed Darren into Griphook's room.

The goblin was warming himself by the fire, and when he saw Darren, his face showed an unpleasant expression.

"I can agree to your idea, but you must also agree to my request, otherwise we'll part ways!"

Darren nodded.

"Speak."

"I want your sword! This is the compensation for me!"

Harry and the others immediately blurted out, "No, that is a very important item!"

"Can we exchange it for something else?"

Darren fell silent.

He said nothing.

"Let us think about it again."

Finally, he said in a low voice.

Griphook snorted and told them to go ahead.

Darren prepared to leave, but he was quietly pulled by Hermione.

She did not let Harry and the others leave.

Hermione said very seriously, "We can give you the sword, but this matter must be bound by a contract; you must guarantee Darren's safety.

If you dare to play any tricks, even if we throw the sword to the Dark Lord, we will not give it to you!"

"Deal!"