‘But I was happier with mine. So ...’ [...] He laid the broken wand upon the Headmaster’s desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand and said, ‘Reparo.’ As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and Phoenix wand, and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion. Found it.