2 Hogwarts Letter And Shopping
Harry was in very deep thought as he found that he was in a crossover with Marvel but soon relaxed as most of the things were decades away till he would be ready to face them.
He was excited to learn in the thousands of years old castle he had mysteries to solve which he always wanted. Now he had a way to get answers to some unsolved questions from his previous life
Soon Harry's Hogwarts letter will be arriving and he will be able to attend the magical school in Scotland.
Harry was having a lazy Sunday as he spent his day reading books. Thinking about how to deal with Voldemort He was not the destiny child in this world so he will not have any major role whatsoever only time will tell.
Suddenly there was an owl in the outer window with a letter in its beak, Harry stretched out his hand to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald, green to Mr. H. Potter, The medium bedroom, St.Mary Orphanage, London. He pulled out the letter and read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Harry unfolded a second piece of paper and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for daywear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope set
1 brass scales
Students may also bring an owl a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR BROOMSTICKS
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At the same time at Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall was rushing towards the Headmaster's Office with a letter in her hand.
Professor Dumbledor was having his morning tea when Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared and said- "Professor there is a letter in the name of Harry Potter addressed to an orphanage".
Dumbledor stroked his beard as he thought about another half-blood orphan and said-"Don't worry Minerva I will send Hagrid to take him to his school supplies shopping.
McGonagall said-"It wouldn't be wise Headmaster I wish to take Harry to Diagon Alley and complete the shopping for his parents.
Dumbledor-"I remember ministry placed him to his muggle relatives as no family was willing to take him as It would make them the target of Voldemort's followers.
McGonagall-"I shall be going to take a complete history of James' son." As she left to pick up Harry.
Dumbledor sat on his chair in deep thought as he thought about Potter's child. He knew that he would now have to return the cloak to Harry because James asked for a vow. His thoughts soon turned to another orphan that lived in the orphanage. His eyes hardened as he made the necessary plans for the young Potter.
McGonagall made her way to the outskirts of London to a very good orphanage. As she met with the head she asked questions about Harry's past.
After a long story, she was very sad about thinking about Harry and his past. She also questioned his behaviour and the answer she received made her very proud of her student's young child."He is very good at always helping other people. He is a very sweet child even after what he went through."
After McGonagall met Harry as she saw him she could see images of her two favourite students. He was tall for his age and had black hair just like his father with his mother's emerald green eyes. His face was a mix between Lily and James all in all he was a very cute child.
Harry saw Mcgonagall and was more sure that he was not the BWL as Dumbledor would never send Mcgonagall to see him according to canon.
Harry and McGonagall both asked questions to each other as Harry asked for a demonstration of her magic. She took out a stick and waved it around soon his bed was turned into a Lion and roared. Harry was mesmerised by the magic as he sensed the flow of magic which turned a bed into a living animal. He also got to know that the animal was not living the magic gave with a sort of artificial soul that was living and non-living at the same time.
McGonagall explained to Harry that his parents fought Lestrange's family with both male Lestrange and his parents and his godfather died. The only surviving member of that fight is Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange both in wizarding prison Azkaban.
Harry was shocked as he knew that he and Neville Longbottom had replaced their position. Harry was feeling sad, but at the same time, he was happy to know that his parents loved him. Even if Alex's soul was in the body he and Harry were fused he was carrying not only Harry's name but his dream and legacy.
McGonagall apologies to Harry for his stay at Durselys as even after the war people were scared of Dark Eaters and didn't want to have him so the ministry sent him to his aunt.
Then McGonagall asked Harry to get ready as they were going to Diagon Alley. Harry and McGonagall made their way out of the orphanage."Mr.Potter, we are going to Diagon Alley via Apparation to the Leaky Cauldron so hold my hand tight. we don't want you to lose an ear or so."
McGonagall took Harry's hand and soon Harry felt that he was spinning and was being pushed into a straw-like tube. As they reached the other side Harry turned his head and threw up all the breakfast.
McGonagall looked at the child as it was not the smooth way of travel but much better than Knight Bus. They needed to hurry as it was already midday and a lot of shopping was required.
As Harry entered Professor McGonagall swiftly made her way towards the back alley Harry followed her like a duckling. McGonagall led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
She tapped the wall three times with the point of her wand. The brick he had touched quivered — it wriggled — in the middle, a small hole appeared — it grew wider and wider — a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for a small truck, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sigh.
"Welcome," said McGonagall "to Diagon Alley."
She softly smiled at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into a solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop.
Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring —
Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll require one of those," said McGonagall, "but we going to get your funds sorted first."
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad.…"
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.….
"Gringotts," said McGonagall.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was —
"Yes, it is a goblin," said McGonagall quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about two or three heads shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, and examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. McGonagall and Harry made for the counter.
"Morning," McGonagall said to a free goblin. "We can here to get Mr Potter's Inheritance and vault keys."
"Follow me, Miss," said the Goblin named Axecrusher on the tag.
They went through many chambers and reached the room with a Grand oak table with a goblin-sized chair on the back and two normal chairs in front.McGonangle asked Harry to complete the transitions as she could do some errands for the Hogwarts
Goblin brought out the parchment and asked Harry to drop a blood drop to identify his identity.
As Harry dropped the blood the parchment changed as it showed.
Name-Harry James Potter.
Father-James Charlus Potter.
Mother-Lily Lisa Potter nee Evans
Godfather-Sirius Orion Black
Vaults-
Potter Vault- 60,625 galleons various jewellery, Books and Artefacts. (Stated in the Will of James Potter)
Black Family Vault -235,856 galleons various jewellery, Books and Artefacts(Stated in the last Will of the Arcturus Black as the grandson of Dorea black)
Sirius BlackVault-7,856 galleons(Stated in the Will of Sirius Black)
Evans vault-6,278 galleons and trunks.
Properties-
Potter Cottage - Godric Hollow, England
Potter Family House- Whitsand Bay, Cornwell
Black Family Townhouse-12 Grimmauld Place, Islington, London
Axecrusher then told the parchments and brought the paper to the deed of the properties for Harry to sign otherwise they would be sent to the next person in the line of inheritance."Mr. Potter now the money and properties belong to you and a house elf by the name of Kreacher.
Harry made a quick dive down the vault took a mokeskin pouch from Potter vault and filled it with 3 thousand galleons. Harry also took a trunk that belonged to his father as it had space expansion charms with a Complete 1BHK room inside. He took all his parent's books and diaries. He also took a book from the Potter Library part which was the Potter Family Grimoire and it could also summon any book from the Potter Library.
It was black-coloured with the sign of Deathly Hallows on it.
Harry then made his way out of the bank and found Professor McGonagall waiting for him at the entrance. Harry and Professor made their way to various shops in Diagon Alley to get everything required on the list.
As Harry was in the Bookstore McGonagall had to drag him out to stop him from buying all the books. At last, both made it to get his wand. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; He looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. Each wand had magic that Harry could sense the could feel as some want felt cold while some felt very hot. Each wand's energy was a bit different from the other. Professor McGonagall then excused herself as she said she had some work to take care of.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry knew about the Old man's habit as he just politely replied to the greetings.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
"Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and is excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it — it's the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
"Well, now — Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
" I'm right-handed," said Harry
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try —" Harry tried — but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting
for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair,
but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he
seemed to become.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here
somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — yew
and Thunderbird feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light onto the walls. Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Mr Potter this wand was given to me by my friend Shikoba Wolfe. this type of wand is difficult to master, but powerful and skilled in transfiguration work. They too were also able to sense danger, much like their donors, also being able to cast curses on their own.
"I expect great things from you, Mr Potter," Ollivander said. He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper.
Harry paid for the wand, a wand polishing kit and a wand holster which was 12 Galleons.
Harry found Professor McGonagall looking at him with a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing as she said"Happy Birthday Harry".Harry thought that Hedwig belonged to the boy who lived but no it belonged to him all along as she opened her eyes and gently nibbed his fingers. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks as Professor looked at him with a smile.
Professor this time took Harry back by Knight bus which was like a rollercoaster ride. As they reached the Orphanage Professor gave Harry the train ticket and told him the way to enter the Hogwarts Express.
As Harry was waving his hand Professor looked at Harry pleased in her heart as she left with a pop.
