13 The Room of Requirement

That night as Oz slept after his eventful first day at Hogwarts, he had a very strange dream. He couldn't see anything in the dream, he couldn't talk, he couldn't even breathe. The only thing he could do was listen. Throughout the entire dream, he felt like something was trying to communicate with him, trying to get in touch or get a hold of him. Near the end of the dream, Oz's sight returned and he was staring at the fireplace within his room, feeling as though the pull he experienced was coming from there.

'How.... strange....'

Oz soon after fell back to sleep, pushing this experience to the back of his mind.

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As soon as Oz got up he got himself showered and dressed excited for his first day at Hogwarts. Yesterdays experience however told him he'd find it difficult to mingle with the rest of the first years, especially with those in Slytherin after the scuffle he had.

'When I died in my previous life I was 20 years old. Trying to connect with 11 year olds when im now technically 26 feels weird; I could barely even keep up a good conversation with that one boy from Gryffindor'.

Oz wasn't opposed to making friends in this world but he still felt as though there was a valley between him and most of the students here due to his experiences and his age across both lives. He could only manage a preliminary connection with those at the Orphanage, but that was due to how easy 5 year olds are to be friends with. 5 year olds don't sit back and question things, 11 - 18 year olds do.

'Oh well so what if it takes longer for me to actually create connections in this world, Ill just continue on with my plans until that comes naturally'.

Oz heaved a sigh, then leaving his room heading off to his first day of lessons at Hogwarts.

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Oz's first day at Hogwarts was indeed strange. The lessons themselves were things Oz cared nothing about, he had already read the syllabus for each lesson up to NEWT level before even coming to Hogwarts and with his memory he could easily remember anything whenever a question is poised at him.

The only interesting lesson he had on the day was charms. Professor Flitwick told the rest of the class to practice the 'Lumos' spell. Oz managed it first try with his Walnut wand and found that the control he had with the light wand was smooth and calm, completely different to using his Yew wood wand. He then tried 'Lumos' with his yew wood wand and experienced the same issue he had with attacking that boy in the dungeons, his control was off by a bit, making the spell more powerful than it needed to be. This ended up showering the area Oz was in with light.

"It seems your control is still off Mr Oz, do try to relax yourself. We wouldn't want all the first years blind on the first day of lessons!".

Oz looked down at his yew wood wand and thought to himself.

'You are truly unruly friend, but as soon as I can use the RoR, I will tame you'.

For the rest of the lesson then Oz practiced under the desk with both wands, using 'Lumos' with one and then with the other. Such a simple lesson had quite large gains for him, allowing him to come up with theories on how to cast from both wands at once or at least in quick conjunction.

Oz found that throughout the entire day of lessons a large majority of the first years were wary of him staying away from him and what he was doing. Oz believed that his attack on the Slytherin boy had already spread as public knowledge. There were still some first years who seemed to be more curious than wary but that was only a small portion, none of them had the confidence to actually approach him especially after the blinding 'Lumos' spell he casted.

Finally the day of lessons ended and Oz went back to the dungeons, to his room.

'My walnut wand seems to be more obedient and easier to cast from so I'll attempt to cloaking spell with that wand. After that its just a night of locating the RoR, ill take the clock from my room to the RoR as well to ensure I don't overstay my welcome in the Room'

Oz then waited until the dead of night to start moving.

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Night fell and Oz snuck out of the dungeons, casting the cloaking spell with his walnut wand so as not to alert any of the students still half awake.

He managed to get to the grand staircase and proceeded up to the seventh floor, from his memory this was the floor where the room was located. When he got to the floor he looked for the tapestry that stood opposite the wall.

'The room should be opposite that tapestry, the one with the fella teaching trolls how to ballet'.

After several tens of minutes searching, he finally located the tapestry. Looking up at the tapestry, Oz did a full turn, turning to a large wall. Oz then walked up to the wall, standing in front of it. He could feel his cloak spell starting to run dry so he needed to be quick.

'I need a place to train with my two wands. I need a place to train with my two wands'.

Oz chanted this thought in his head like a mantra, hoping the room would eventually respond. Luckily for Oz, after a minute of standing still, the door presented itself.

'Finally, I wonder what kind of room it conjured up'.

Oz then opened the door slowly walking into the room. As he looked around the room presented to him, he was instantly shocked.

The room looked a lot like the room Harry had used in the fifth film with Dumbledore's army but the difference in size was insane. The room itself was about the size of a football pitch. On either side of the room there were rows of mannequins with wands, they looked similar to the ones Dumbledore's army practiced with, however, they seemed in Oz's eyes to be more advanced, maybe even capable of casting spells as they had their own magic supply within them.

Oz stood in the room in awe, the sheer size had blown him away initially but now seeing all the mannequins on either side, he was left dumbstruck. In the centre of the room he spotted a button and instantly surmised that when the button was pressed, the mannequins would start to move to attack.

'More than enough space to practice all kinds of spells, a combat mechanism for me to practice high-speed duelling and there also seems to be other mechanisms in place to practice other kinds of combat. This place is perfect'.

Oz put the clock down near the door, out of the way so that it hopefully wouldn't be destroyed. He walked up to the button in the middle of the room looking left and right.

'Well there's no time like the present, lets begin'.