Sirius Black's Reply

Harry seemed less composed than the other three. He rubbed the Wand he had almost never cared for and discreetly wiped it against the hem of his robes.

When Harry handed his Wand to Ollivander, the old man's pale eyes nearly bulged out. "Yes, yes..."

Ollivander looked from Harry to the Wand in his hand, stroking and examining it as though it were a priceless treasure.

"I remember it clearly. Three years ago—ah, before Hogwarts began—you came here and took this Wand away with you. You were a very unusual customer..."

Ollivander's eyes seemed to look through time itself. No one knew his age, but the weight of his memories made it feel as though they were turning through a heavy old book.

"It is the Wand that chooses the Wizard... Quite a few Wands passed through your hands then, but they all seemed quite certain... you were not their master. Until it appeared: holly, Phoenix tail feather, eleven inches. It chose you even more decisively..."

"It all feels like yesterday," Harry added, making Ollivander lift those pale eyes to look at him.

"Yes. It truly does all feel like yesterday."

After fiddling with it for a while, Ollivander finally made Harry's Wand spray out a stream of wine. He praised its excellent condition, and Harry at last stepped down with a sigh of relief.

"Next is... Mr. Hall..." Ollivander seemed rather wary when he called Eli by his surname.

Eli stepped forward, drew the long, ghastly pale Wand from its holster, and handed it to Ollivander.

Ollivander's gaze snapped to the Wand, then darted away as though he had been burned.

Ollivander did not look well. The wrinkles on his face became especially pronounced, and he did not even take the Wand immediately as he had before.

"Sir?" Eli