In the WHF universe Ollivander uses more than three wandcore materials.
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Hermione's POV
The evening after Snape's departure, which had been as impressive and sweeping as always, was indeed very enjoyable. Blaise was a likable person and with the way he was presenting himself now, I was convinced that I liked the boy, even if I feared that he was afraid of me. It was the way he eyed me from time to time after the realisation, that I wasn't 'innocent' anymore. However, the boys succeeded in distracting him and thus he warmed up too, after a while.
Draco also loosened up and forgot the business with Lucius. He, the Twins and I took turns cooking, which nearly caused Blaise to have an heart attack. Admittedly, it seemed to do Draco a world of good to have a Slytherin friend here.
The boys had a boozy night while they tried to determine which of the drinks were their favourite while I was watching them, amused and thoroughly entertained. Nevertheless, I was planning, too. I was sure that it was the right decision to lay low for now and disappear, but I wasn't so sure how long that would work. Sooner or later, I wouldn't be able to hide any longer, and for that case I was making plans. Nobody could ever accuse me of not being prepared for the worst-case scenario.
The Professor's attendance had been exceptional once more. He hadn't said much, but brevity is the soul of wit, isn't it?
When he returned, we would talk about all the options I had. Although I didn't want to show him my mark, I would reserve that for later. I needed to talk to Draco about it first.
At two o'clock in the morning I went to bed. The boys continued to party boisterously and I didn't begrudge them their fun.
The next morning they woke up late. I had thought about the reasons why the Twin's new wands hadn't made a difference. The little drama that had occured when they tried their new wands and tiny squirrels had erupted from the tips, only a bit more nasty than before, had been grand, so I tried to play wandmaker and actually delved into the matter.
When everybody was gathered around the table and able to stay upright more or less successfully after the draining night, I spoke up. Zabini had settled in well and seemed to sleep more on his arms that were resting on the table than to listen to me.
"Fred, George, I have thought about the reasons you still have squirrels for Patroni and..." They interrupted me excitedly as I had grabbed their attention instantly.
"Please tell us!" "Yeeeess, please!" they pleaded pathetically.
"Well, George's first wand, from Ollivander, is elm wood with the feather of a hippogriff and now he has elm with a thestral's tail hair!" I looked around, seeing that everyone was listening attentively.
"Fred has a walnut wand with a hippogriff's feather and now walnut with thestral hair! Do you understand what I want to tell you? The magical cores are different, but the wood is important too. Apparently the differences are not enough, the cores are even similar with both coming from hoofed magical creatures. I as an ordinary person believe that you will have to live with the squirrels. I, for example, have two totally different wands that have nothing in common," I explained my complex and confusing thoughts with difficulty.
The Twins were looking dumbstruck, Zabini didn't seemed to understand anything at all, and Draco nodded thoughtfully.
"Mh-hm, I think you're right! Let's see, my wands: the hawthorn wand has, like Hermione's, dragonheart string and my school wand has the same core, but is made of chestnut wood. So far I have only summoned a Patronus with the white one! I don't have different cores, only woods, while you have the same woods but vary in core materials." He aimed with the brown wand and after his Expecto Patronum a snake appeared. It was not as impressively big and beautiful as his viper, but still very similar. Under Fidelus he could cast with his school wand without fear of repercussions.
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