Похоже, что для разрешения всех сомнений кому-то надо будет повыдергивать цитат из текста книги. Свое издание от Блумсберри я благополучно подарил, поэтому придется кому-нибудь еще взять на себя сей тяжкий труд.
добавлено Бран Сухая Рука - 30.11.10 - 01:56Вот оно, если что:
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“You still don’t get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn’t enough!
Holding it, using it, doesn’t make it really yours. Didn’t you listen to Ollivander?
The wand chooses the wizard. . . . The Elder Wand recognized a new
master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it.
The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never
realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world’s most dangerous wand
had given him its allegiance. . .
.
Voldemort’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and Harry could feel the curse coming,
feel it building inside the wand pointed at his face.
“The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy.”
Blank shock showed in Voldemort’s face for a moment, but then it was gone.
“But what does it matter?” he said softly. “Even if you are right, Potter,
it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand:
We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco
Malfoy. . . .”
“But you’re too late,” said Harry. “You’ve missed your chance. I got there
first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him.”
Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the
Hall upon it.
“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand
in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am
the true master of the Elder Wand.”
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an
edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light
hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a
flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope
to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand:
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Expelliarmus!”
The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between
them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked
the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his
own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning
across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air
toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it
at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of a Seeker, caught the wand in his
free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet
eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his
body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant
and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and
Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
Как видите, они встретились, ГП обезоружил Волди и палочка сама прилетела к нему в руки. А палочка Малфоя была самой обычной.
Сообщение отредактировал Бран Сухая Рука - 30.11.10 - 01:57 
Поттеромания, и это всё о ней
29.11.10 - 19:12 (Ответ #91)
И все же пойду ка4ну, хоть на ноуте почитаю.