Chapter 67: Wandlessness
Harry leaves the bank with Pat Bashbury at his side, the man explaining the mailing situation of the magical world. Seems like he'd need to have his mail redirected from Pat Hashbury's current address... Harry and Kali were well aware of the possibility of someone discovering their control over their new servant.
"Father, I'd like to continue alone, you should get back to your duties at the Daily Prophet. Do your best." Harry states, wording it like a command so the man would do as told. From what he understood, the Daily Prophet was basically the only 'Good' news source in Magical Britain, there were others of course, but none were taken all that seriously... Though, Kali had picked up more than one copy of Witch Weekly. Whatever that was... Harry had looked through it and still didn't know.
"If you want, be safe son, try not to get in any trouble, the Aurors'll catch you on anything these days." the man says, patting Harry on the back before swiftly departing.
"A good pawn." Kali remarks from his shoulder.
Harry nods, "He suits the role well... I'm surprised he doesn't have any kids in the first place." he says before shaking his head, "Let's go to the wand shop next, then we can spend all the time we want in the book shop."
It takes ten or so minutes to navigate the alley, asking directions and backtracking when they proved to be lies or simply just incorrect. Eventually, though Harry reaches his destination, "Ollivanders, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C..."
"They've got the history I suppose, whether or not their products are any good is anyone's guess." Kali wonders aloud. "From the feel of the magic inside, there has to be some talent behind it."
Harry steps inside and immediately spins on his heel with a spell on his lips as someone approaches behind him... An elderly-looking man with silver hair and almost cloudy eyes smiles creepily at him.
"Hmmm, Mister Potter, I wondered when you'd arrive... And with such, -fine company?" he questions, eyes widening slightly as the man focuses on Kali.
Stifling his frown, Harry steps forward to draw the man's attention back to him, "My familiar has served me well. Now, can I buy a wand?"
...-Uh, oh yes! My apologies..." he stumbles over himself, shaking his head as he reaches for one of the many boxes piled high in the room. He opens it and hands a polished beige wand to Harry.
Harry takes it, instantly feeling it try to link with his magical core via his blood. He crushes its attempt and places it back in its box. He'd thought there'd be something more to this, but it seemed he'd been overestimating things.
The wand he'd used before wasn't attuned to him so he figured that was the problem, but from what he'd just experienced, wands didn't suit him at all. It was like glueing pens to your fingers, sure you may be able to write very well and in many different colours, but properly grasping things would become almost impossible.
Harry's magic was akin to painting with his own fingers, not as graceful at first and far more difficult to get anything of worth out of it, but with practice and tempering, his metaphysical nails had grown to write for him as well as any pen.
"I think I'll be fine without a wand." he eyes the man across the counter, "You've resolved my curiosity with this." he says while turning to leave.
"W-wait! Mister Potter! You can't leave without your wand! I-it's just not done!"
Harry waves his hand behind him and boxes up the wand he'd held earlier, levitating it into Ollivander's chest, "Well, I'm doing it."
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Harry exits and glances at Kali, "How'd he spot you?"
She shrugs her small shoulders, "He didn't spot me, merely the outline of the spell I'm using to conceal my power. I'm impressed he managed that, actually."
"So we're not in trouble?"
"Not yet, Master."
He nods, "Alright. Now the book store!"
Regaining all of his energy, he almost skips over to Flourish and Blotts, the premier Book Store in Diagon Alley. It was pretty large with multiple floors stacked high with filled-to-the-brim bookshelves. It was also pretty busy, the front entrance filled with gawking customers flipping through a variety of books... Mind you, Harry noticed that none of them had anything actually academic, instead either fiction of gossip.
Ignoring them, he shuffles through the store and heads to the bookshelves at the back which were organised alphabetically. Some sections were labelled after schools of magic, 'Transfiguration', 'Potions', etc.
Harry did find something that almost had him throwing fireballs on reflex... A 'Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived' section...
"No... When Grindelwald spoke about this I thought he was exaggerating..." he mutters, grabbing the first book from the shelf, "Harry Potter and the Pure-Blood Princess?" he looks at another, "Harry Potter and the Dragon who Sung...?"
Kali hops onto a shelf and pulls another out, "Harry Potter and the Lich's Undeath. Hmm, they might've gotten lucky and written some truth accidentally." she remarks.
"Surely they would need my permission to use my name like this?" Harry asks, dumbfounded that a whole row of bookshelves had been taken up by this tripe.
"Some of these were released just after Voldemort died, Dumbledore probably gave them permission while pocketing the gold, Master."
Harry scowls, "Just enough thing I need to get payback for." he lets out a sigh, "Let's buy the most popular ones and see if there's anything of worth in them-" his head darts to one end of the bookshelves where a blur had just left. "Someone watching us?"
"No one of interest, just a little girl." Kali assures.
"Really? Because them spying indicates that they might know something."
"Trust me Master, she knows nothing."
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