Knight A Summer's Folly

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Ollivander swallowed.

"Necessary? No, I should not say that it is necessary to kill."

　　　"There are legends, though," said Harry, and as his heart rate quickened, the pain in his scar became more intense; he was sure that Voldemort has decided to put his idea into action. "Legends about a wand – or wands – that have been passed from hand to hand by murder."
　　　"I – how?" croaked Ollivander, and he looked appealingly at Ron and Hermione for help. "How do you know this?" 　　　"He wanted you to tell him how to overcome the connection between our wands," said Harry.
　　　Ollivander turned pale. Against the snowy pillow he was light gray, and his eyes were enormous, bloodshot, and bulging with what looked like fear.

"Only one wand, I think," he whispered.

"And You-Know-Who is interested in it, isn't he?" asked Harry.