Chapter 3: The wand (Re)

Chapter 3: The wand (Re)

I am 10 years old now. I know that in one year I will get the admission letter from Hogwarts. They will send a letter before or on the 11th Birthday of the kids chosen by the ancient Quill of Acceptance ( via an owl ) and I need to complete a few things before I have to leave for my boarding school.

In the morning after breakfast with Nan, I do my regular exercises. Did I start eating less or something? Nope. I eat more, exercise even more and instead of having fat, I 'look' fat. My training is more on the principle of developing myself like a strong bull rather than a fit horse.

I know many will argue that speed or agility is best for wizards but considering my genes, this was the best fit for my body.

I then spend the rest of the day in the library and swimming in the evening before going to dinner with Nan.

This has been my routine for the last three years but I need to modify it now. This morning, I go to look for my Nan.

"What's up, dear? Tell me, you want something. I know the look," My Nan said just after having a look my face. Well, I don't act in front of her so catching my true emotions are truly easy for her.

"I decided to buy my wand, Nan. I think I have found what I am looking for and it's time to start the magic practice with a wand," I replied to my Nan with a sweet smile.

"Hmm...yes. You do have some progress on wandless magic but considering Winny is an elf and her magic won't be that easy for you to learn or master, it's time to start with wands. Tell me, dear, with all those wandlore books and history on wands, can you guess your wand materials?"

"Nan, I am not sure which one will be available but I guess my wand should be a combination of cherry wood with any of the core. Dragon heartstring or phoenix feather as the core would be a more powerful combination." I replied with a straight face.

I know mentioning cherry wands can make anyone laugh as in the western world as there is a notion that the pink blossom of the living tree is made for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand. After all, it's a pink wand and does not look scary or powerful. But those who know it, understand that it packs a true lethal power.

But It's all a theory and to test it, after a short discussion, I and my Nan are now standing in front of the famous wand shop, Ollivanders.

They are supposed to be the best wand makers in England but look at the shop! It's like a broken-down place. One thing is clear in the magical world, people don't take business seriously.

I even had to redesign a lot of facades of our shops which resulted in a higher rent but people in the magical world are still too far behind when it comes to doing a business.

Anyway, we go inside, there is a sound of the tinkling bell but the shop is empty or as it appears. I know Mr Garrick is hiding behind the counter. The magic perception I learned from Winny clearly gives me such feedback.

"As a wandmaker, I often go on various tours and travel various parts of the world. During my trip to Japan in those days, I met wand makers there and we crafted a few unique wands. This one I have, cherry with a Fox Spirit Whisker. This one is truly unique and yet to find its masters here and even I am not sure how it acts or the affinity it shows," he said and handing out a wand case. After looking at the wand, I see a pink wand, inlaid with a handle that had a fox symbol on it.

It was beautiful and something that called for me. I picked the wand and it gave a huge powerful magic blast from me.

"Boom!" The magical force inside me came out like water coming out of a broken dam. It was too powerful and somehow it tried to escape my hands.

"Enough!" I shouted at it loudly and it slowly stopped struggling. I gave it a wave and then I could see beautiful cherry petal-like energy flowing with an image of a fox dancing through it. This was it. How and Why it never mattered but this was my wand!

I could hear things falling and boxes being thrown but well, it is not my shop to care.

"MARVELLOUS! Truly a magical sight Mr Longbottom. I have seen things Mr Longbottom, many things but this magical sight is truly my first!" Ollivander nearly jumped out of the counter to hold me.

My Nan feeling scared of his extreme enthusiasm came behind me and that did bring him back to the real world.

"Ahem, sorry Lady Longbottom. But this combination has been the first I have ever seen. You have to know a fox spirit does not choose any master. It is cunning yet loyal and often worshipped as a goddess in the Asian region. Sadly, this one is the only one I have and I think considering its whimsical and unstable nature, it's not a good fit for you." Ollivander said and raised his hand to ask me to hand over the wands.

In his dreams!

"We will take it, Mr Ollivander. After all, you sell the wands and nowhere does it say we cannot choose the one we want. We will take this and thank you for your services. Here, seven galleons." My Nan intervened simply and handed him a pouch. Before Mr Ollivander could say anything, we left the shop swiftly.

-----Garrick Ollivander's POV----

I saw the Longbottom boy leaving my shop in a hurry. I cannot stop them in any way but this is the first time I am truly thinking about what will be the result. This boy will bring a great calamity or a great change. He will do magnificent things, terrible but magnificent.

I believe I must write a letter to Albus. He must know Harry won't be the only one he needs to keep an eye out for.

"Fox spirit" I mumbled to myself. It has been ages since I used other beast cores and it seems I need to import those now.