A Harry Potter fanfic - Magical me - Technical scholar & the magical world
Author: Nongameonlynovel© WebNovel
Chapter 1: The day it all started
Pamla is 24 this year. He is a scholar at Delhi institute of tool engineering. He teaches B.Tech students while working on his masters degree. Yes, he is academically good. He has just given his exams in May. Now he is thinking to start to working on his thesis. But for that he has to select the research in which he is interested in, so that he can continue the same in his P.hd in future.
To make his mind more creative he thought let's have some fun, to relax himself. And then he went on terrace. He lit up a stick and had a deep puff. It was evening. Wind was blowing his hairs across his face. He flicked the ash at side, and thought " wouldn't it be nice , if there was something interesting in his life, something like maybe magic.." .
Lightening roared in the sky. Clouds rumbled. He thought " well atleast its better than nothing" while looking in the dark sky. He was a bit excited, as weather changed very suddenly. For once he even thought that God has heard his wish. He waited for few seconds. Except lightening and roaring clouds, nothing happened. He laughed while looking in the horizon and said " fucj you". No one knows who he said that or why he said that. He might have felt like it .
At the same time, above in the clouds, a person appeared. Yes, he appeared simply in between the clouds. Then he started falling, like a dead object. Pamla was still looking towards the horizon. Dont know what he was looking at specifically. The falling person almost reached the terrace before stopping in mid air and fell again with a " thud" on the terrace. Pamla turned his head and looked at the "object" , which just fell. He realized it kinda looks like a fuckin human being. The person had fallen around 5 meter apart from him. Pamla waited alertly for any movement. But he got no movement. As a cautious person, he picked a rod from the side and approached the person. There was a very big question in his mind , " did that person really fell from sky? ". And somewhere in a corner of his mind there was another question " is that person a beautiful girl?????? whom he will help and get in relationship with ".
He approached cautiously by tip toeing , without making noise , although it didn't matter as it was already loud in the sky. He poked the rod but didn't get response , instead he saw some blood , some scorch marks and tattered clothes. More appropriately robe instead of clothes. He crouched at side and frisked the person. He found few miscellaneous items. And among them was a fuckin wooden type stick looking like a wand!!!!.
He held the wand in his hand and it started getting hot, almost burned his hand. So he threw the wand at side. Took all the items from the man and put them at a distance. Yes, it was a man and not a beautiful , sexy and ready to be concurred girl. He was afraid that man, which must have fled from a battle, might attack him as he was a stranger to him.
He checked man's condition and found he was atleast breathing. Pamla thought what to do? Should he help him? Or should he tie him up? Well best would be to remain neutral and observe first and keep him alive.
He took a handkerchief and rolled the wand in it. And he pulled the man under the shade of the water tank. As it had started raining.
He kept looking at that man and observed that man had quite the vitality. Instead of his condition worsening, it was actually stabilizing. Pamla thought " he must have taken some magical potion type medicine before falling unconscious.
Pamla has decided that its time for some action. He went down at his flat and brought a kitchen knife plus a mug with water. He was planning on waking the man up. But he was also worried that he might get fuckin hurt or obliviated by the man, hence the kitchen knife. It might not prove useful but he has to try atleast.
He put the knife at his throat and got ready to splash his face with water. Before that he decided to have a smoke first. As it might be his last smoke of his life. So he put the mug aside and knife beside him . Lit up the stick and tried to blow some rings but the wind was there to fucj his rings up. He laughed bitterly as it might be his last smoke but he can't even blow some rings to his hearts content.
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