Hogwarts time travel

It has to be said that this Mr. Riddle is a picky guest. After trying many wands, Ollivander thought of the wand he made some time ago.

Using the same phoenix feather as the wand core, but the material is very different, Ollivander believes that the owners of these two wands will definitely create legendary stories.

With excitement, Ollivander took out two wand boxes.

The one on the left is just holly, the one on the right is just yew.

Holly has the ability to suppress evil and also represents hope, while yew is a mysterious tree species that implies life and death reincarnation, resurrection and other meanings.

Riddle looked away from the holly wand to the yew wand.

Riddle picked up his wand and waved it lightly, but nothing happened.

This does not mean that the wand is not suitable for him, on the contrary, it means that the wand absolutely obeys the master, and at the same time shows the master's excellent control of magic power.

Riddle stroked the slender body of the wand, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ollivander was observing Riddle, and suddenly felt something dazzling in Riddle's gaze.

Before he could see clearly, Riddle's gaze returned to its original clarity.

Thinking about it, maybe I was wrong. How could a child have that kind of look?

"Mr. Ollivander," Riddle understood the value of Ollivander after seeing Ollivander's collection, and immediately showed a gentle and refined temperament.

"Do you have a more powerful wand here?"

"What?" Ollivander was taken aback, then shook his head, "It doesn't matter whether the wand is strong or weak, what matters is whether it suits you."

"And the power of the wand lies in its owner, not in the wand itself."

"Really?" The young Riddle was still very tender, and instead of giving up, he asked.

"Which is the most powerful wand in the world?"

Ollivander looked helplessly at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore patted Riddle on the shoulder, "Come on, this wand is very suitable for you. If you want to know, study hard at Hogwarts."

"I will! Sir." Riddle looked back at Ollivander with a strange gaze.

"Mr. Ollivander, goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Snape, who was watching from the side, witnessed everything, with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Dumbledore and Riddle left the wand shop, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted. The pedestrians and buildings on the street changed as if time was speeding up, and calm was quickly restored.

This is the first time time flows.

But at this time, the atmosphere in Diagon Alley was a bit weird, no one was strolling around leisurely anymore, all the people were wearing hoods that concealed their faces, and looked hurried, as if they were escaping from something.

"Death Eaters!" There was a scream, followed by the shining green light of the spell, the door of the wand shop was pushed open, and the wind chime was rattling.

"Old guy..." The man leading in had the Dark Mark tattooed on his forehead, and the snake in the mouth of the skull snaked around his neck.

"Don't bark!" His companion interrupted the man's behavior and yelled at him, "The Dark Lord asked not to treat him slowly, disobeying the Dark Lord's orders, are you crazy?"

"Uh, yes." The man shrank his neck in fear, and looked at the figure sitting in the shadow of the wand shop.

"Mr. Ollivander, the Dark Lord invited you to meet him at his mansion." The man immediately pretended to be polite, but compared with his arrogant behavior just now, his condescending appearance seemed ridiculous.

"If he is really sincere, let him come to see me."

Ollivander was hiding in the shadows, and it seemed that being here could bury the emotions in his heart. His voice trembled slightly, as if he lacked confidence.

"Okay." The man pursed his lips, and even he could tell that Ollivander was just bluffing.

The Death Eaters receded, and Ollivander broke free from the shadows like a drowning person, as if he had been rescued, and kept breathing heavily, as if trying to suck all the air away.

He knew very well that he was not timid.

Facing Voldemort's bloody slaughter, his emotions have evolved from initial fear to numbness.

Now, his heart is full of guilt and pain.

He believes that if he hadn't given that wand to the original Riddle, there would be no Voldemort now.

It was Voldemort, who used his own wand to make tragic killings again and again.

It is difficult for people who lived in the later period to understand Voldemort's sense of oppression to the British wizarding world. Imagine, if you pick one of your relatives and friends to die at the hands of Voldemort, would you still be indifferent to his deeds?

At that time, apart from standing up and resisting, the only option is to kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, those who stand up and resist are a minority after all, and those who kneel down and beg for mercy are the majority.

Voldemort did not control the Ministry of Magic. He was arrogant and wanted to hold a general election and legitimately serve as Minister of Magic in the popular vote.

There are many ostriches in the magic world. They stubbornly believe that Voldemort's behavior is a "compromise to the civilized world". Voldemort can also be domesticated. When he becomes the Minister of Magic, he will naturally follow the rules and will not turn the table.

Ollivander cannot comment on their childishness, because they act in their own interests and cannot be judged by the usual concept of good and evil.

He's just bitter about the fact that he sold Voldemort's wand.

Someone said what does this have to do with you?Someone kills with a knife, should the person who made the knife be held accountable?

Indeed, it had nothing to do with Ollivander, but Ollivander's moral sense made him unable to forgive himself, and his strong inner condemnation kept him awake at night, even overshadowing his fear of death.

This is why Ollivander directly asked Voldemort to come to him.

He wanted to hear Voldemort's thoughts. Although it was ridiculous to gain approval from villains, it was the only way he could think of.

Snape on the side watched coldly. He was surprised to find that he could touch something on the table, flipped through it, and found that there were some blueprints, which seemed to be some kind of device installed on the wand.

Snape didn't understand wands, so he gave up after just looking at it, and continued to watch Ollivander perform his inner struggle.

"Crash-"

The wind chime rang again, and a figure in a black robe walked into the wand shop.

The man's face seemed to have been scorched by a raging fire, becoming distorted and ferocious. Only a pair of bright eyes could vaguely see his youthful demeanor.

Where did that once handsome and pale boy go?

Now he, under his ugly body, is a more twisted and dark soul.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander."

Although Voldemort's tone was mild at this time, the arrogance and arrogance in his words could be clearly heard.

Indeed, the current him is only one form away from the peak of power. In the whole of Britain, almost no force can resist him.

Except the old man - Dumbledore.

"Hello, Tom." Ollivander looked at Voldemort calmly, and uttered a name that almost killed him.