The previous three wands had burned out. One at the Kingsmoot, another one at Golden Tooth, and the last one at Westwatch. They barely channelled powerful spells like Protego Diabolica or Fiendfire for a handful of moments before expiring. This one, however, was far more durable. Still, It was still cracked in many places, and there were a few charred fissures along its length, but it held together, despite all of the magic cast with it in the dream world. He groaned; if only he had paid wandcrafting more attention... his blind reliance on the Elder Wand did come to bite him back in the ass after all.