11 Chapter 11: Harry Lokison!
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Vandr cackled ominously. "Before I left Asgard, I managed to capture a sample of the Casket of Ancient Winters' power." A jolt of shock came from Loki. "I fashioned it into a wand for myself in case I ran into any trouble, but even with the copious amounts of Asgardian enchantment I put into it, it refused to comply with me. But you, Loki, are perfect. Part Asgardian, and part Jotun! The wand was practically made for you! It isn't as though I can sell it to anyone else, so you might as well have it free."
"And not because of the favour you owe me?" Harry asked, once again copying out Loki's words.
Vandr chuckled. "You never change, old friend."
Surprise shot through Harry. If Loki was suspicions of his friends killing him when he was weak, what did he think about his enemies? "Goodbye, Vandr. Do not tell anyone of me being here, and I will offer you the same courtesy."
"Very well, Harry Potter, or would you prefer I call you Harry Lokison?"
Before the dumbstruck Harry could reply, Vandr had vanished into the back of his shop.
'How did he know?' Harry wondered as he exited the shop.
'I'm not sure,' Loki replied. ' Your acting was flawless. Perhaps if you had worn a cape he wouldn't have known,' he said, attempting to joke about the unnerving situation.
Harry snorted before wrapping his illusion around himself once again and making his way to find a bookshop, both to find out about himself and mortal magic.
The first book store he entered, Florish and Blotts, bore many useful looking books. Upon Loki's guidance Harry picked out a few on basic magical theory and a few low-level ones as well as one on a range of defensive magic.
After also picking up one named The Rise and Fall of the Dart Arts, Harry paid the cashier with some illusionary golden coins that every seemed to be using and left with his bag.
From looking in the other bookshops in Diagon Alley it seemed as though that there were no shops with books detailing darker spells, and both Harry and Loki were starting to suspect that they might actually be illegal.
It looked like their only option was to go into a place called Knockturn Alley where all of the black-market seemed to be situated.
A single glance into it revealed that it didn't look to be the kind of place Harry would want to visit with only one hand free. He decided upon coming back tomorrow.
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After spending the rest of the day and most of the night reading through his newly purchased books, Harry had came to an unexpected revelation: wand magic was boring.
There was no icy coldness rushing through his veins like with Jotun magic. There wasn't the flood of adrenaline that came with the magic of Asgard.
No, you just did a spell over and over again until it worked and that was it. No sensation.
Hell, reading The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts had been more fun, even if only to read about the ridiculous conspiracy theories concerning where he had been sent to live.
Apparently he was being trained by an insane old wizard named Dumbledore at Hogwarts to be the next Minister of Magic.
Loki had actually laughed when they had came across those names and Harry was only reaffirmed in his belief that wizards attempted to look as idiotic as possible. He supposed it helped with staying secret as well.
Which muggle would believe that someone wearing a brightly-coloured bathrobe and waving a stick around was an elite wizard trained by the Supreme Mugwump at a place named Hogwarts?! Anyone who thought that to be the truth would probably already be in an asylum.
Whilst Harry didn't like wand magic, he did, however, like his new wand. It made both Asgardian and Jotun magic far easier, though Loki suspected that it limited his potential with mortal magic.
Neither of them really cared about that though seeing as the magic of immortals tended to be much more powerful, not to mention more exciting.
The wand was also good for stabbing people which Loki thought would help greatly in close-quarters situations.
Harry was now at an age where he could wield knives or daggers with slight efficiency, so Loki wanted to teach him how to use those.
It would probably take Harry decades or even centuries to become as adept as Loki with illusions, so the god's usual method of stabbing them in the back wouldn't be able to work as often for him, thus his training with blades.
One problem had occurred with the wand, however. It was far too large to fit safely in the pocket of any of Harry's clothing.
Luckily it did appear to be enchanted so that the point of it wouldn't cut unless it was the user's intention, so Harry didn't have to worry about impaling himself on it when he eventually obtained a way to hold it.
Loki was certain that at least one wizarding shop would be logical enough to provide wand holsters. If not Harry would probably have to make one for himself.
So he set off towards Diagon Alley once again, now only concealing his scar. He looked more like Loki than he did his parents and if Harry Potter was famous for his scar, no one would know it was him.
This time he managed to get to the wall into the alley just after an elderly witch. It was revealed that you had to tap the bricks in a certain order to get through, though neither Loki or Harry had any idea why that was in the first place.
No muggle would be able to get through the Leaky Cauldron, and any wizard could quite easily blow a hole in it anyway.
With a shrug Harry followed the witch through the gap and made his way to find a bank first.
He didn't want to have to do telepathic illusions on fully-grown people with magic to defend their minds whilst simultaneously holding a light illusion.
Eventually he found it. A large marble building named Gringotts with what Loki said were goblins standing outside.
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