Germany, a country that has only been unified for a short time, still seems a little chaotic.
But for wizards, there has always been only one German magical world, and the wall that isolates Muggles cannot isolate wizards.
Gregorovich got up very early. August would be his busiest month. Young wizards who had received letters of admission to the Durmstrang Institute would come to his wand shop one after another under the guidance of their parents to buy wands. He counted on this month for most of his business.
But today seemed a little different.
When Gregorovich opened the window, he saw a huge eagle passing across the sky. Its golden feathers shone brightly in the morning light, and it looked very beautiful.
But he was not happy at all.
He was reminded of a man who had disappeared for a long time—Gellert Grindelwald.
When that thief stole the Elder Wand from his hand, he had been leisurely squatting on the windowsill, looking like a great golden bird.
"I hope it won't be a bad day," he sighed. By this time, the bird in the sky had already disappeared. Gregorovich retreated into the shop. It was time for him to prepare for opening.
After taking care of everything, Gregorovich opened the door, wondering when he would welcome his first guest.
However, to his surprise, his first guest was already waiting patiently in front of the door.
Not a young wizard, but a young man, very tall and handsome.
Compared to most wizards, the other party was dressed more like a Muggle. Even though Gregorovich didn't understand Muggle fashion very well, he had to admit the outfit suited him perfectly, as if a perfectly tailored mannequin had come to life and appeared in front of his shop.
Of course, the most peculiar thing was the other party's hair and eye color.
The ends of his thick black hair were dyed gold, and his pupils were also golden, as if two pieces of amber were set into his eyes.
Gregorovich had never seen the person before and was certain he was not one of his previous clients. However, Elijah's appearance still gave him a favorable impression, and he couldn't help but say in a friendly tone, "Here to buy a wand?"
"Yeah. My previous wand broke."
The wizard appearing here at this moment was none other than Elijah.
In fact, his wand was not broken.
Malfoy had specially made him a wand very similar to the one Voldemort had once used. It was made of Yew, with a phoenix tail feather core, and even the appearance of the wand was exactly the same.
But the wand did not work well for Elijah.
Wandlore is a very profound field. Even wands made from the same materials will never be exactly the same.
Even if they are taken from the same tree and the same magical creature, wands that are like brothers may still choose two wizards with completely opposite personalities.
Moreover, the combination of a Yew wand and phoenix tail feather might suit Voldemort, but it might not suit Elijah, because their personalities differed greatly.
Conditions had been limited before, but now that he was finally free, Elijah naturally planned to obtain a brand new wand that suited him, preferably one powerful enough.
Although he was temporarily free from Dumbledore's threat, Elijah did not think his situation was particularly optimistic. While in Azkaban, he had taken a few drops of Felix Felicis to give himself some confidence. As a result, he developed the unprecedented "Imago Magus." He had been very excited at the time.
But when the effects of the potion completely disappeared, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Felix Felicis can indeed give people a little inspiration, but it is impossible to directly create such a powerful spell. Magical creature Animagus transformation has troubled wizards for thousands of years; it is impossible to obtain the answer so easily.
The voice that had appeared in his mind back then still felt strange when he thought about it now. If he had not been under the influence of Felix Felicis at the time, Elijah would never have tried it so rashly.
An unknown voice, an invisible thought—he himself had used this method to deceive Ginny, yet he had lowered his guard. Even if the results seemed good now, who knew what kind of impact that voice would have?
But what frightened him most was that the spell which had echoed in his mind countless times was immediately forgotten after he completed the magic.
This was far too strange.
One must know that he was resurrected from the diary, yet his abilities from his Horcrux state had not disappeared. It could be said that he himself was a living Pensieve. All memories, as long as he willed them, should be perfectly preserved.
But at dawn during that storm, Elijah's memory of the spell was disturbingly unclear.
He only remembered that there had been a spell, but whenever he tried to replay the memory again and again, the spell in his mind turned into harsh static, as if an anti-eavesdropping charm had been cast on it. It was like a television that could not receive a signal.
There could only be two reasons for this result. First, he had not actually heard the spell and had no related memory, so naturally it did not exist.
But obviously, he had heard it and used it, so this possibility was invalid. The other possibility was that someone had tampered with his memory without him noticing.
But who could modify his memory without his awareness?
Not even Dumbledore could do this.
Elijah felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a huge net.
Fate itself seemed to be weaving something, and someone was standing behind the loom of destiny, manipulating everything.
He felt an intense sense of urgency and an even stronger desire for power.
No one wants to be a pawn that can be sacrificed at any time, even if the one standing behind the board is fate itself.
For this reason, Elijah specifically wrote to Harry, hoping he could help keep an eye on whether Professor Sybill Trelawney would produce any new prophecies.
This old woman had not made many genuine prophecies in her life, but two of them were related to Harry and Voldemort.
Elijah was born from Voldemort, reborn like a snake shedding its skin, yet he had to admit he still had a deep connection with Voldemort. Perhaps a new prophecy would also mention something about his fate.
But no matter what, without sufficient strength, it was impossible to contend with fate. First, he had to make himself stronger.
"Come in and have a look. It's still early. Later, many young wizards and witches might come," Gregorovich said as he slowly stepped aside to let Elijah enter the shop.
This wand shop was almost as old as Ollivander's, and Gregorovich himself was much older than Ollivander.
In fact, he was more than ten years older than Dumbledore.