"I'm not going to let them get hurt."
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"What is so special about this kind of magic? Professor?"
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Magic.... Magic is a supernatural force that changes aspects of the world at fundamental levels..As you experience life at Hogwarts and set out on an...
"Ah, here try this one" Said Ollivander as I merely stood and puzzledly observed him. "Well, give it a wave."So I wave my hand as he instructed, which causes the majority of the boxes to fly out and fall to the ground. Ollivander sighed, "I guess not," and turned around to find another wand for me to test. "Maybe this?" I wave my hand as he hands me a long birch wood wand, and just like the last time I wave my hand only for light to shatter... Well this is gonna take a while. Suddenly, Olivander takes a wand out of a box, but pauses and says, "I wonder," before handing me another wand. This one was really stunning.
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{I added another picture of it at the top}
"It has a dragon heartstring core and was made of white Rowan wood, at least that's what we think,it's a comfortable 12½ inchs long with great flexibility" Said the white haired man Soon after touching it, I began to abruptly shine under it, lifting my hair and scattering some of the documents behind me. Ollivander had a puzzled and thoughtful expression. "Very intriguing, I might add." He says "What do you find odd?" I ask with confusion lacing my words. "This wand, though. We discovered this decades ago while cleaning the attic, so I have no idea where it came from." "Oh.. That's intriguing indeed" I couldn't help but wonder where this wand cane from.. - - - Afterwards, I met with my father again he had already gotten all my books so that was a plus.. {I'm gonna skip the rest of the shopping and go straight to the station}
Today is the day I leave for Hogwarts, and I'm actually rather apprehensive about it. My brother was a Ravenclaw, my mother was a Hufflepuff, and my father did not attend Hogwarts; instead, he attended Mayin, the top magic school in Asia. Speaking about my father, he simply left me outside the station with the warning, "Don't get in trouble, it's hard enough raising you on my own, oh and ofc dont talk to strangers" after deciding that his work was more essential than his daughter moving away. Ha ha, that's so dad (note the sarcasm). Being completely honest, I have no idea how to get to the station; I've heard you walk into a wall or something similar. So here I am. "Which bloody wall do I have to walk into to get there?" I said with a note of annoyance in my tone. As I approached the wall, I observed a young boy with white hair who appeared to be around my age stroll straight through the wall that separated platforms 9 and 10. "Who knew white hair was that common," I snickered to myself.
I moaned to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this," as I sprinted headlong into the brick wall, my eyes closed shut.needless to say, I couldn't believe that actually worked...Yes, even though we are figuratively mystical people who fly around on brooms while carrying a magical wooden stick, the fact that I could dash through a brick wall still startled me.
I could see a stunning crimson train ahead of me, surrounded by a large number of families waving goodbye to their children leaving for school.
God they all are acting as if they're dying...
. . . After that, settling up on the train was rather simple. I managed to find an empty compartment, which was pleasant, I suppose. I then began reading my book, an old second-hand tome filled with spells and hexs.
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Just as I opened the book i heard someone say.. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here? " I definitely jinxed myself ___________________________________________
Soo sorry for the small chapter!! I'll be publishing the next part soon hopefully!!
