Chapter 133: A mysterious lady and a new wand

Chapter 133: A mysterious lady and a new wand

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 133: A mysterious lady and a new wand

Harry appeared inside the Leaky Cauldron. It was still early in the morning, so few people were around.

"Welcome to..." Tom stared at Harry with interest. "Did you come alone, boy?"

Tom recognized the Hogwarts uniform. It wasn't that rare to have students coming by during the school year, but the young ones always came accompanied by a teacher.

"Yes, sir. I'm just going to Ollivanders," Harry answered.

"Mmm, you look very young to go alone. Usually, they only let those who have passed their O.W.L.s to travel by themselves," Tom pointed out.

"I am very mature for my age, so they let me go alone. But you can call Hogwarts Headmaster through the floo if you like." Harry cleaned the soot from his clothes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an old man to visit."

Tom stared at him as he left but didn't say anything, then he glanced at the fireplace.

The streets of Diagon Alley were very lively already.

It was almost mid-December, so it was normal to see more people doing shopping than usual.

Harry disregarded the stares and made a beeline to Ollivanders. Today, he had no other business in the alley and wanted to get this done quickly.

When he entered the shop, Ollivander was already attending to someone.

"It used to be at least..." Harry muttered.

"Is there something else, my lady?" Ollivander asked, noticing that she had remained at the entrance while looking towards them.

Harry turned around and noticed the woman staring at him with intense eyes.

She then looked at the old man. "No, that would be all. Thank you, Mister Ollivander...and you too...Mister Potter." She gave him a mysterious smile and walked out of the door.

'Who was that woman?... her face was somewhat familiar,' Harry thought.

"So, Mister Potter, what can I do for you? I hope the wand I sold you is serving you well..."

"Actually, no... that's why I'm here. I am in need of a new wand." Harry may have been able to word that better.

"Pardon?" Ollivander looked shocked. "What happened to the one I sold you? Did it break?"

"Well... yes, it did break," Harry admitted.

"Show it to me then, I'm sure I can repair it in no time," Ollivander promised.

'Not this one...' Harry thought. "No, you see... there is nothing left of the wand. It's all gone, including the core."

"The core is gone too?... That's impossible. Phoenix feathers are one of the most resistant materials in the world, no magic performed by a young student could completely destroy it... now tell me the truth, Mister Potter. What happened to the wand? Did you misplace it?"

"You want the truth?, fine... I activated a runic artifact that allowed me to channel through it the combined magical power equivalent of dozens of wizards and used this power to create a flame so hot that it burned the hydrogen from the atmosphere, manifesting something akin to a miniature sun or a small nuclear explosion. Then, I employed this flame to exterminate a basilisk half the size of Hogwarts. This amount of magic was too much for the wand and it turned into dust... core included..."

Ollivander stared at him for an entire minute before speaking again. "I guess I am out of touch after all... I don't understand the jests of the current youth..."

"No, that wasn't a j-"

"Very well, Mister Potter, I understand. I will make another wand, but only if you promise me to take better care of this one. Wands are not tools to abuse and throw away; they must be respected!" Ollivander said with a stern expression.

Harry gave up on arguing with this man. It was better this way.

"Sure... I promise."