Chapitre 23: Chapter 23
McGonagall looked at Harry as Ollivander asked about her wand. He seemed in great thought, and she could only wonder what his mental state would be at the end of the day, especially considering that he had begun from a firm 'magic is false' perspective. The poor boy was going to have one hell of a headache.
He was shaken out of his musings by an amused looking Ollivander, who appeared to be shaking him by the arm. Harry was annoyed that he didn't have the awareness that he ought have developed at this point, but put it away in favor of finishing this business first. There was always more time for training later.
Harry let Ollivander drone on about wands, and then patiently waved each and every wand that Ollivander thrust into and then took from his hand. He was able to follow the small frown and the excited gleam in his eyes that seemed to magnify slowly as each wand was eliminated. In a way, it was fascinating to watch.
Finally, Ollivander muttered an "I wonder" and went to the back, bringing with him a box that contained a single wand. "Holly and eleven inches, with a single pheonix feather" the reverence and the curiosity in his voice was scarcely less apparent. And, obliging the man, Harry gave a swish.
The feeling was quite light. He felt happy, and the song that seemed to fill his ears expressed a joy that could not be put to words. It was quite worrying. Mind control was looking like a reality in the magical world, absence of a Yamanaka clan notwithstanding. That would be something to confirm later. For now, he would come back to the present.
Ollivander looked at him excitedly. "Ah, it seems we have found your wand! Take care of it sir, and it will take care of you. That will be seven Galleons. It is curious though..."
Harry however did not ask him about that. There was a dark feeling inside him. The wand had made him experience something quite amazing. But if magic could create such genjutsu like effects, there was such a great deal of preparation to be done. His very combat effectiveness was under question here. Thankfully, he had books to at least help. And intelligence was what he should concentrate on now. Magic could not remain the unknown entity.
He laid seven gold coins on the tab and walked out the door, muttering a hurried thank you. His elation was all but gone. McGonagall found him outside the store, standing still with eyes closed. She did not know what had occurred, but he looked a bit uncomfortable, and worried?
"Are we done for today professor?"
"Mostly, yes. There are just a few more things I need to inform you."
The rest of the 'things' were the important, if minor details he would need to remember, like the train ticket, how to get on the platform, where to get a postal owl if he had more questions...stuff.
As he returned home, he mused on exactly how he could use the knowledge he had just been made aware of. It would seem that he would have to dust off his books on dealing with people. This was one infiltration and assimilation mission he would complete to perfection.
Harry sat in his room, writing. He had stuff to do. He was rich, which helped. He was famous, possibly influential. And he had new goals and new means to achieve them. Now he could finally do the things he'd really wanted, with money that he could spend. Yes things were going to change, again...and he had a month to make those changes. Harry smiled.
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Dumbledore looked at his deputy as she walked into his office. This time, he had set the gargoyle aside before she even came near his office. There was no telling how she would react to his 'fun' today.
She sat in and without the headmasters prompting, stuffed a lemon drop in her mouth. Then she looked straight at him.
"Headmaster, do you happen to have a bottle of firewhiskey here?"
Dumbledore gaped.
The Leaky Cauldron was quiet. It was not something that Tom the bartender really got used to.. After the rush that lasted from the middle of July to its end aka the great 'Hogwarts Rush', Diagon Alley experienced a lull of such bizarre proportions that it was impossible to believe that the magical population of a city shopped here. It was just so plain odd to see the commercial sector look like a ghost town, not that any ghost found fit to haunt the alley. But it was disquieting...especially for several shopkeepers, who found no logic in why even the normal customers stayed away after the 'Hogwarts Rush'. Of course, that somebody actually applied logic here is another matter.
The pub, rather, his pub was quite an important place, and Tom felt that as the one place that practically every magical human in Britain had surely gone to, at least once(not even Hogwarts could claim that) meant that he should have at least some company in here all the time. He felt that to have the place so empty and lifeless was decidedly ill fitting. Not that he'd ever admit that. He considered this place as just that important. Barkeeps after all have secret opinions, just like everyone else.
No, he decided what he really wanted was excitement, something extraordinary that just livened up the place from its current tomb like atmosphere, like what had drawn him to this place and this quiet work, to meet new people, to greet old ones, to.
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