A wand that spoke

One day, I was reading my new book when I saw the same plump dwarf. He seemed to be sweating. I asked him what the matter was and why had he come to meet me again. He asked me to give him the wand back. I told him, “I haven’t used it even once,” but he stuck to his point. I insisted but he took the wand and vanished.

He never came back ever since and the powerful wand remained with him.