Dear Ollivander:
I've recently made some new progress in wandmaking, but regrettably, the wands I've made are still not as useful as the one I bought from you.
I had originally wanted to continue discussing Wand Studies with you, but some things have happened recently, and I have no choice but to write you this letter. You may be in some trouble. Do you remember what I told you when you last came to Hogwarts?
That may be about to come true.
If you do not wish to mysteriously disappear or become an innocent victim, I suggest you find somewhere to hide first, under the pretext of travelling or taking a holiday, or some other excuse.
This is a well-intentioned warning from a Seer.
If you do not believe this nonsense, then pay attention to the end of June. The omen will appear then.
Whatever the final outcome, I can only send you my blessings through this letter.
P.S. Please do not spread this around. That would only invite unnecessary trouble.
Your old friend,
Albert Anderson.
After the contents of the letter had been read aloud automatically, the parchment burst into flames.
Ollivander let go in astonishment, allowing the parchment to fall onto the table and swiftly burn into a pile of ash. He stared blankly at the ashes on the table and fell into brief silence.
Some memories buried deep in the old man's mind were stirred awake by the letter.
He remembered Mr. Anderson having said something similar to him before.
Back when Ollivander had gone to Hogwarts to inspect the wands of the Triwizard Tournament champions, Albert had given him a private warning.
A trick?
Ollivander did not think so. There was no need for the other man to do that; it was beneath him. Besides, Anderson