He easily picked the wand out of the air. Yet when he studied it, it did not feel any different. Certainly not as good as wielding his own. Maybe the tales were just that, tales. Dumbledore had caused great things and great horrors, with and without this wand. In the end, it was the wizard who shaped the magic, not the other way around. The tool vanished into the folds of his robes as he bowed at his master.