When Did Dumbledore Get The Elder Wand Novels & Stories

I kicked as hard as I could right at his temple until he lost his balance and pushed him backwards. "Damn it!" he shouted as he shook his head quickly to snap himself out of his dizziness. After being able to stand up straight and calm, Elder Uwit clapped his hands forward, then stretched them slowly. A sword slowly appeared between his hands and released the energy that enveloped it. "Isn't that Elvoia's wooden sword!?" "That's right, an Elf ancestral relic sword!"

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

Dumbledore asked Darwin as Darwin sat down on his swivel chair. “Oh yes!! Here she comes.” He pointed towards me as I walked down gently, step by step. And then, Dumbledore slowly turned around as our face met each other. His eyes glowed strangely, like an enraged beast who just came face to face with an old enemy. His brows lifted up as our eyes jammed. His lips went apart slowly as he stared at me, I saw the shock in his eyes and I felt through him again, after so many years, it has been up to 5 years and finally, I have come face to face with a man I have grown to despise.

Not after the way I begged him to ruin me. He reaches over me to the nightstand, the one that used to hold Ethan’s watch and wedding ring. His fingers fumble in the drawer, then come back with something heavy, something that hums to life with a low, menacing buzz the second he switches it on. The wand. Thick-headed, corded, the kind that’s more machine than toy—powerful enough to rattle bones. He’s had it hidden here for years, maybe longer. I don’t ask. I don’t care.

I turned to Isabella, "why don't you tell them who took my real wand?" Isabella was speechless. In my past life, I would have just walked away, too tired to argue. Not this time. "That laurel wood wand in your hand is exquisite," I continued. "A gift from the dragon, I'm sure. But I bet you had a hand in 'helping' him choose it, didn't you?" "You're such an expert on wands. So why did you pick this piece of trash for me?" Isabella gasped, covering her mouth. "Eva… you're accusing me!"

The head of the Court jolted out of his pitiful thought on hearing a whimper of the youngest member. " Your highness...your wand..your cloak.. it's it's.." he stuttered while pointing at the eldest." Their eyes bulded and jaw dropped on seeing the sudden change if colour of his cloak, and wand. " It is finish, even the the cloak of his highness changed color,his spell wand dried up, he has lost it all what more of us"

It seemed that he was the leader of the Midnight Forest's border guards. The brown-haired and slightly slender Centarus nodded and moved through the magic shield. Meanwhile, the white tigers surrounding them did not let down their guard. "How did you get here?" asked the black-haired centaur. Edmund brandished the wooden stick in his hand. “I got a stick made from the branches of a tree that grows in this Midnight Forest from Keefe. This wand shows the way here," said Edmund with a calm smile. There was the sound of horse hooves galloping at high speed. Kyron and the brown-furred centaur appeared through the magic shield. Kyron looked relieved when he saw Edmund coming with the elves.

Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking. "I did it. The young Death Eater became my spy into the Dark Lord people, and I warned the couples about how the Dark Lord was after them and their babies. They, then, went into hiding. They even put their hiding houses under the Fidelius charm. By the Halloween of 1981, the Dark Lord had made his choice of who was the 'chosen one', and with the help of the treason of their secret keeper, he attacked the Potters' hiding house. The result of it is already well known. The couple got killed, while the baby managed to survive and rebound the killing curse back to its caster with only a wound in the shape of a ligh

So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if not, then they would kill anyone who dares…. I gulped, “So it chooses you?” “Yes, this also prevents anyone from stealing a wand. Stealing it is considered a crime and punishable by death,” She said, “I see you are curious about it…” I nodded, “When can I get one?” Even though I am half-witch, it must still be in my blood right? So I should have my own… “Oh, whenever a witch reaches the puberty age of 12, the teachers would guide us in the eternal tree where the branches would spring off a wand specifically made for you.”

“No, the Academy doesn’t hand out wands like that.” Vee massaged her temples as if she had a headache forming in her skull. “There’s only one red diamond wand in this world, and it’s as ancient as it is powerful. The fact that it’s now in Silas Vexx’s possession is most unsettling. Especially because that wand originally belonged to the founder of the dark witch movement in Europe, known as the father of black magic, during the early Roman Empire.” “How did it get over here?” I asked. “Where was it before Vexx got his hands on it?”