Shadows Of Wizardry

Shadows of Wizardry

Chapter: 01

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or highschool dxd. 

(The Shadow Wizard)

With my eyes closed, I basked in the encompassing shadows, finding comfort in the way it embraced me. All that surrounded me was this inky black smoke, swirling chaotically and enveloping everything in its path.

As someone who had been raised in a normal human world, I should be scared shitless. I had been initially waking up and finding nothing. Yet, as I spent more time here I couldn't bring myself to be.

I knew I was dead, it had been quite obvious after waking up from the bullet tearing through my eye socket after my dear brother shot me with a shitty-looking pistol.

The idiot was probably receiving his own kind of less comfortable darkness in his prison cell. He could have at least tried not to kill me in the middle of a fucking mall filled with cameras without a mask.

I'm surprised he even knew how to handle a gun with such a low level of intelligence.

I sighed, I suppose it didn't matter now. It wasn't like I cared, it was just a bit stupid. At least the inky darkness brought me comfort. I was finally done. Living has been a pain in my ass.

Perhaps it was just a case of me not being suited to try to waste away working and make something of my life.

As for my old life, I mentally shrugged. Leaving it behind didn't bother me much—it wasn't a life worth clinging to anyway. Living with a broken family full of druggies wasn't exactly glamorous.

Having a mother constantly whining about how I should become the man of the house after my father had died at thirteen hadn't been great for my mental health. A brother who seemed allergic to hard work didn't make me feel any sort of attachment.

I had only been eighteen when I died, and even then I was pretty done with the whole situation. It was a bit annoying that all my hard work through university was wasted due to the fact my jealous dead-beat brother wanted to steal my girlfriend.

I held no hate for the world or anything, I had long since grown past that even if I wasn't exactly what you would call a good person or even close to it. Along those lines, I had already understood that I had just dealt with the short end of the stick in life.

Now, here I lay, floating through the inky veil of death. No religion, no hell or heaven.

No annoying bitches telling me that I should check my 'privilege'. When reality I was still trying to find that said aforementioned privilege. It was almost peaceful knowing this was it. I wasn't even sure I had a physical body, it's not like I could see anything other than the inky darkness.

My peaceful inner monologue was cut off by a blinding light.

Congratulations you've died and been chosen to receive the system!

Huh?

I ignored it and returned my focus to the inky black mist that had receded. Had I finally started hallucinating? Perhaps my sanity had started cracking? Meh, maybe. Being sane seemed overrated anyway.

What- no, you have been chosen-

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Ahem- moving on.

Perk Mind Fortress Gained

Perk Body Adaptation Gained

[Mind Fortress] (Passive)

Mind Fortress erects an impermeable shield around the user's memories, ensuring that no external force can breach their memories. It serves as a safeguard against invasive spells, telepathic intrusion, and other forms of psychic manipulation. 

[Warning this does not extend to mind control.]

[Body Adaptation] (Passive)

This perk allows the user's body to rapidly adapt in form, stimulating their cells to undergo rapid transformation. This process allows the user to swiftly adapt to any physical or magical changes. 

I felt a tingle go down my non-existent body. How did they even work?

That felt strange… would you mind explaining what's happening?

The system is giving you a second chance at life with its usage. These perks will work passively once awakened in your new body. 

A new body? I'm being reborn? I didn't know how to feel about that. Wait, the description of this perk you mentioned said something about magic? Does that mean I can do magic in this new life?

Affirmative.

That was an exciting thought.

Okay, I guess I might as well see where this goes. I have nothing to lose anyway. Except for a bit more of my sanity if this really is just an illusion from aimlessly staring into a vast mass of darkness for so long.

Moving on.

Would you like to spin the perk wheel?

Any perk gained will come with a drawback.

Yes/no

I shrugged, I'm assuming I can remove these drawbacks in time?

Correct.

I selected "yes"

Perk - Imagination 

[Enhanced Imagination] (Passive)

The Enhanced Imagination perk unlocks the user's creativity, enabling them to devise innovative solutions and responses that astound others.

That was interesting, not exactly what I had in mind for these "perks" but I could see the use. Sometimes a creative solution can be the key to solving complex problems.

Drawback - Curse of Mimir 

[Curse of Mimir] (Curse)

The wisest God of Aesir. Makes the user feel a deep need to hoard knowledge and know secrets like flowing river crushing rock to test limits and overflow sometimes over set path. The curse makes users try to test limits of understanding to create new paths. 

My eyes scanned over the drawback. Overall, not as bad as I had expected a so-called drawback to be. Hoarding knowledge didn't sound like it would do me any harm. If I was going to be wielding magic especially. I will just have to temper the need.

The system prompt popped up again, so I could roll once more. Might as well.

I pressed "yes" once again.

Perk - Transfiguration Prodigy

[Transfiguration Prodigy] (Passive)

Those blessed with this perk possess an innate mastery over the art of transfiguration, unlocking the secrets of transmutation and transformation. Their minds are attuned to the intricate patterns of the natural world, allowing them to manipulate matter with unparalleled skill and precision.

Transfiguration? Fascinating. That seemed like it could be useful. I'm not sure which world I'm going to, but being able to change the structure of things should be extremely handy.

Drawback - Chocolate Addict

[Chocolate Addict] (Curse)

[Your sweet tooth for chocolate is insatiable.]

I raised a non-existent eyebrow, not exactly a drawback in my opinion. Was the system trying to kill me with diabetes or something?

That is if this was exactly real.

I mean, a random message telling me I'm going to gain a new body with these "perks" seemed far-fetched for someone well-acquainted with reality such as myself.

Perk - Alchemical Genius

[Alchemical Genius] (Perk)

Blessed with this perk, the user is a genius in the art of Alchemy which is the study of the composition, structure and magical properties of the four basic elements, as well as the transmutation of substances.

Alchemy? That sounded useful. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with transfiguration, so they should mesh well together.

Drawback - Wrath

[Wrath] (Curse)

This trait makes the user easily angered and susceptible to taunts.

That sounded less useful. So this will make me easily angered? I'll have to make sure to keep a close reign on my emotions in that case.

Perk - Blessing of Kauket 

[Blessing of Kauket] (Passive)

The user has an increased affinity with darkness and shadows. This perk gives the user a comfortable connection to the darkness.

Ominous sounding. I suppose it was fitting. Considering I had come to enjoy the presence of the empty abyss. It was like a comfortable blanket. Obscuring me away from the world.

God, I'm such a weirdo.

Drawback - Death's Touch

[Death's Touch] (Curse)

Your magic has the faint touch of death, leading all creatures of light to instinctively have a mild unease about you.

Not as bad as I had initially assumed judging by its name. Still, it wasn't exactly ideal to have "all beings of light" possess an uneasy feeling about me.

I felt it was a good time to stop. I had a bad feeling that I would get a terrible drawback if I kept pushing my luck, and while I wasn't exactly deterred, I would rather not risk the extra effort it would take to remove it.

You have no idea how bad that could have gone for you. The drawbacks you have are relatively tame compared to some of the others.

I raised an eyebrow. Oh? Out of curiosity would you mind showing me one of these worse drawbacks?

You could have gotten - God's wrath. Which would make every deity in existence hate you and go out of their way to destroy you.

I nodded in response, that certainly doesn't sound very useful, Also, does that mean Gods exist in this new world? That was an interesting piece of information I would do well to remember.

I had no idea which world I was being sent to, but it certainly sounded pretty dangerous. I guess that was a worthy trade-off if it meant I could perform magic.

The thought of having the chance to rely on my own strength with magic made me feel a wave of eagerness.

Now, next up is the wheel of fortune.

The wheel of fortune?

A massive structure that looked awfully a lot like a slot machine appeared. Which was an odd contrast when looking out to the nothingness around us.

The wheel of fortune allows you to spin for a unique power upon entering your new life.

Ah, I see.

A second later the slot machine-like structure activated and numerous names rotated on the screen rapidly. The names keyed me into some of the possible powers I could get.

Eventually, the screen stopped on a name.

Skill - Shadow Extraction 

[Shadow Extraction] (LVL: 1/25) {Novice}

Shadow Extraction allows the user to extract and control shadows of any dead foes defeated, transforming them into powerful minions to aid in combat. These shadow minions possess the abilities and skills of the creatures they originated from, making them formidable allies in battle.

[Shadow Limit: 10]

Shadow Extraction as in the skill from solo levelling? I read through the skill description and I nearly let out an uncharacteristic whistle of surprise. This was overpowered if used correctly.

I'm also assuming the shadow limit will be raised as I rank the skill up up?

If this wasn't all some elaborate illusion fueled by my imagination, then my new life was about to be very interesting.

The system acquisition has been completed, enjoy your new world.

That was all I saw before light filled my vision. The first thing to return was my senses. A rush of new smells, the subtle sensations that I had grown accustomed to but never truly noticed.

Next was my sense of touch. Suddenly, I could feel everything, my heart beat slowly, the blood coursing through my veins. I felt overwhelmed. I sat up with a gasp.

-Scene Break-

My eyes shot open and I looked around the large room I found myself in. Dark green silky sheets covered half my body. A grand large expensive bed underneath me that felt oddly comfortable to the touch.

There was a poster depicting a man riding a broom, and to my slight awe, the image seemed to come alive as the figure moved impossibly across the surface of the poster.

After a moment, I managed to calm down as my brain processed the recent events. Huh, so I'm alive again, I realised. Raising my hand, I noticed that my arms were much thinner than before.

So it was real? I'm not sure how I should feel about that. I had experienced a reality-changing experience. It almost felt weird to be back.

Hopping out of bed, I found myself a mirror. There standing before me was a young handsome-looking boy with silky blonde hair. With an aristocratic face with pale skin.

My eyes were now a stormy grey colour. My body was relatively thin compared to my toned physique from my previous life. Though my skin looked quite healthy. Giving me a well-kept appearance.

I gingerly touched my face, confirming my new identity.

A rush of memories followed moments after.

The memories entered my head with ease, only making my thoughts a bit dazed as I went through them. I relaxed my body. I was able to identify the world I was in instantly even if judging by my memories there were some major changes.

I had been reincarnated into the world of Harry Potter and not only that. I had been reborn into the young body of Draco Malfoy…

On top of that this world had many changes from the Harry Potter world I was familiar with. How exciting.

My eyes strayed over to my desk, there sat a ten-inch hawthorn wood-carved wand. Containing unicorn hair as its core. Oh dear. Was my perk going to be a problem?

Didn't that wand guy say that the wand chooses the master? Technically I wasn't Draco Malfoy so it would reject me. Walking over to the desk, picking it up I flicked it experimentally.

Apparently, it was a bad idea, considering the fact that the wand sent a force of air exploding out from its tip, propelling me into a wall rather painfully.

"I guess that answers that question." I groaned.

Regaining my bearings, I dusted myself off. I frowned as I looked at the wand. That was annoying…

A thumping sound could be heard as I looked up at my door. Looks like I caused a bit of a commotion. Someone knocked on my door a moment later. Strolling over to it I opened the door and was met with a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Memories came to the front of my mind.

There stood my father. Lucius Malfoy, slicked back neat blonde hair wearing elegant robes, which looked to be made out of some silky material. He made for an impressive sight.

"Draco, I heard a loud noise, what exactly are you doing?" He spoke eloquently. Looking inside with a raised eyebrow.

I briefly considered what to say.

"Father, it seems my wand has decided to betray me. It must be that incompetent old fool's fault for crafting such a defective wand." I replied, using the vivid memories to replicate Draco's way of speaking.

Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Give it here." He ordered, his hand held out.

Cautiously, I gingerly picked up the wand, treating it as if it were an unstable weapon, and handed it to him warily. He looked amused at my caution.

"Are you sure it's not working?" Lucius inquired.

"Considering it just flung me across the room, I would say so," I retorted snarkily before realising to whom I was speaking.

I was used to having to retort with snarky remarks, and it kind of just slipped out.

Lucius looked a bit surprised but decided not to comment on it after giving me a scrutinising look. Lucius took his own wand out and a small wisp of magic scanned over to my former wand.

"It doesn't appear to be damaged. Why don't you give it another try?" Lucius Malfoy suggested smoothly. "Perhaps it was just a bit of accidental magic, nothing harmful."

Accidental magic? The information came to me. It was considered a very good thing for accidental magic to occur when you're younger. It meant your magic was particularly powerful and was often celebrated the more it happened.

From my memories, Draco had quite a few incidents of accidental magic in his younger years which suggested a fairly large magic reserve.

Though considering I had been reborn just before his second year, the memories I received of his first year certainly didn't suggest that.

In the first year, we primarily focused on assimilating into the world of magic. However, by the third quarter of the year, duelling became a prominent part of our curriculum.

From what I gathered, Draco had been thoroughly defeated by most of his classmates. Which had led to a lot of mockery by his peers in Slytherin added on with his pathetic attitude his peers didn't have a good opinion of him.

Draco had decided he didn't need to study or prepare as the other children had for duelling, simply because I was a pureblood wizard. What a load of rubbish. It's like he had no ambition to get stronger.

It didn't help that Rose Potter kept destroying him in duels and making an overall fool of him. Yep, apparently Harry Potter was Rose Potter. Just another one of the massive changes to this world.

Lily Potter and James Potter were also alive, and it turns out Dumbledore had decided to act and set a trap for the Dark Lady Voldemort that sent her into hiding. Probably recovering from whatever happened to him.

Yes, that was correct. In this world, Lord Voldemort was actually Lady Voldemort. Not to imply she was any weaker, in fact, if even a quarter of the rumours the Ministry desperately tried to hide were true, she could take on ten Lord Voldemorts with ease.

What a mess. The more I thought about the changes the more I was sure I couldn't rely on my cannon knowledge. Even magic was much different. There was a lot more to magic in this world than shouting out spells.

Though due to the crippling of Lady Voldemort, the war between light and dark was currently on hold.

There was also the fact I had an older sister who hated me-

"Draco?" Lucius called out.

I was snapped back to reality. I nodded wearily, taking the wand delicately. I performed a small flick and the wind exploded out of the wand. Just as I was about to hit the walls again I stopped in mid-air.

Looking over to my father who stood there unfazed by the outburst with his wand lazily pointed at me, I nodded. Magic was awesome. I was slowly back on my feet.

"I see," Lucius Malfoy remarked coolly, his tone tinged with disdain.

"It looks like the old fool has finally started losing his touch. Get dressed. We will be going to get you a new wand immediately. I shall be waiting down at the Floo," he declared before striding out of my room.

I sighed and finally decided to open up my status screen. Thankfully, I didn't need any tutorial since the information on how to use my system's features had been downloaded directly into my brain.

Quite useful, I must admit.

"Status"

{Name: Draco Malfoy 

{PHY: 3

{MAG: 15

{CHA: 10

PHY, is short for Physique, directly correlated with my body's conditioning. The higher this stat, the stronger and faster my body became.

It was common knowledge that wizards could achieve physical prowess beyond that of the average human, thanks to the magic coursing through their bodies.

This meant duelling was much more complicated than blocking and shooting.

MAG, is short for Magic, represents my magical energy reserves or any other mystic energy I may come to possess in the future. The higher this stat, the greater my capacity for magical energy.

CHA, is short for Charisma, representing my appearance and aura. The higher this stat, the more my charisma and looks were boosted.

My eyes trailed down to the silky green robes I was wearing. Now, I needed to get dressed in some proper clothing.

It seemed like I was being dropped right into the thick of things without a moment to spare. A bit of time to orient myself would have been appreciated. Oh, well. I looked through the various expensive robes in my wardrobe with a sigh.

I guess I was always quite good at adapting.

-Scene Break-

Green fire enveloped my form as I shouted the name of the destination I wanted to arrive at. It felt like my body was hurtling down a tremendous slide at breakneck speed.

Moments later, I found myself nearly tumbling out of the floo. I regained my balance a moment later. Making sure no one saw my arrival. Luckily all the robed figures milling about Diagon Alley didn't seem to bother glancing my way.

The floo flared with fire and I quickly moved out of the way as the form of Lucius Malfoy came strutting out. I was dressed in expensive clean black robes that hid my form perfectly, they had inner pockets and a wand holster attached.

Not that I could use the wand holster since for some reason the wand had rejected me. I got dressed about ten minutes ago and met my father downstairs by the floo.

There wasn't much talk as he gestured for me first which I did according to the memories I had acquired from the former Draco Malfoy. This was meant to be a quick visit to get me a working wand since Lucius apparently had work to get on with.

Lucius strolled straight past me and I followed behind him with a roll of my eyes at his holier-than-thou attitude. The small frown at the sight of muggle-borns and the displeased grimace every time they laughed.

I took this time to look around. The street we were travelling down was lined with colourful, crooked buildings adorned with ornate signs advertising various magical wares and services.

The sound of haggling and joyous laughter could be heard as dozens of witches and wizards passed by every minute. Multiple shops that catered to seemingly every magical need, from spell books and potion ingredients to wands and magical creatures.

We passed Flourish and Blotts which was a popular bookstore where witches and wizards could purchase textbooks for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Eventually, we came upon Ollivanders. The exterior of the shop seemed at first glance unassuming, with a simple sign displaying the name "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC" above the entrance.

However, as we entered, it gave off a much more magical feel. The interior of Ollivanders is dimly lit, with shelves upon shelves of wand boxes stretching from floor to ceiling behind a long, polished counter. The air was filled with the scent of aged wood and magic.

The shop was narrow and cramped yet gave off a homey vibe. I nodded my head, a memorable place to get your first wand when you're so young.

Ollivander probably stayed safe during the war because he didn't take sides. He made wands for everyone, so his shop was respected and protected by both sides. They can't really harm their 'arms' dealer while at war, that would have been stupid.

"Greetings." A voice came from behind us, there in the corner of the shop stood the wandmaker himself.

I jumped slightly at his sudden greeting. Spinning around quickly, I came face to face with Ollivander. He looked to be an old thin, silver-haired man with piercing eyes that seemed to see straight into my soul.

Lucius seemed unfazed and even bored.

"Greetings Ollivander. I'm here regarding a wand." Lucius replied back, putting his arm gently on my shoulder.

Ollivander looked confused.

"Didn't young Draco already procure a wand from me?" He asked.

I saw my father's lips twitching.

"Ah yes, it appears the wand you gave him was... faulty," Lucius responded in his refined tone.

Ollivander looked appalled, as if he had been slapped in the face and called a hooker by an eight-year-old child.

"The wand is faulty?" Ollivander replied as if the words seemed foreign.

"Indeed, I take no pleasure in informing you of this development, but Draco does need a new wand. One that's working this time, preferably," Lucius said neutrally, his tone reflecting his usual composure.

He was definitely enjoying this. I bet he was struggling trying to not laugh by the way his lips were twitching every now and then. Lucius took the wand and held it up as if it was a broken toy.

Ollivander snatched it with a glare. He looked over it and his eyes widened.

"Would you mind giving it a flick for me," Ollivander asked and I sighed.

For fucks sake.

I didn't even bother denying the old fart.

Taking the wand, I gave it a flick, and predictably, a wave of air exploded out, sending everything, including me, scattered about. Only Ollivander and Lucius remained unaffected, shielded by almost unnoticeable barriers of shimmering air.

Father lazily flicked his wand, causing me to float before crashing into the wall once more. Then, just as suddenly, I landed back on the ground safely.

Ollivander swiftly snatched the wand out of my hand and darted into the back of his room. Father seemed to have to fight back a smirk as he stood there regally. Ollivander came out once more looking dishevelled. A pointed glare was sent my way.

"Shall we get started then, I already have Draco's wand measurements," Ollivander said.

Lucius smiled politely. "No, I don't think we will. I can't have my son using a place that obviously sells faulty wands."

Ollivander looked hurt, insulted, and a tad furious. It was evident that the man had devoted his life to wand making, so witnessing one of his creations act faulty must have been heart-wrenching for him.

Now, to see a customer no longer wanting a wand from his establishment, it must have been an extra blow to his pride.

Ollivander went to say something only to be interrupted.

"Let us go Draco," Lucius said, turning around and walking out.

Lucius looked all too smug. Had he really just come here to put Ollivander down? That seemed a bit excessive.I followed him out quickly, sending an almost pitying glance back at the crushed-looking old man.

We walked in silence before I asked.

"Father, where are we heading?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow and sent a small glance my way.

"Where we should have gone in the first place to procure you a wand. Gregorovitch's workshop." Lucius replied

Gregorovitch's workshop?

As if sensing the incoming question Lucius spoke again.

"Gregorovitch's workshop is owned by a powerful wand maker who in my opinion is far better than the old fool back there. The only reason we didn't get you one from there is due to your mother's complaints about his more questionable works and the controversy surrounding him." Lucius answered.

I nodded my head in silent acceptance which earned me another strange look. I hadn't heard of such a wand maker but then again I suppose I didn't know much past the movies.

It sounds like Lucius believes this wand shop is superior to Ollivanders in wand quality.

I suppose we'll find out soon enough.

-Scene Break-

Exiting the floo this time, I was greeted by a blast of freezing air. Glancing around, I saw snow blanketing the surroundings. I spotted nearby buildings, there were very few people out in the snowy conditions, with flakes swirling in every direction.

The floo flared and Lucius emerged looking unfazed as ever. With a lazy flick of the wand and the freezing cold was replaced by an aura of warmth spreading out from him that made me relax a little.

I followed after Lucius as he strode uncaringly in a certain direction. It was dark and a bit dreary here, a stark contrast from the lively aura of Diagon Alley. For that reason, I kept my guard up.

We eventually came to a secluded area, standing in front of an imposing structure made of artistically carved black granite, contrasting with the snowy surroundings. As we approached the granite structure, the suspended torches lit up.

Lucius strode in without a care, opening the black seamless stone and revealing the entrance. The whole process was eerily silent.

We were met by an elderly, tall man who was well-dressed behind the counter, his attention fixed on a wand before him, which appeared to be only halfway completed.

A strange assortment of materials lay beside him, illuminated by a faint pale yellow glow emanating from his wand and gently enveloping the unfinished wand on the counter.

Two blue eyes peered up at our arrival. A wave of his hand, an assortment of possibly hundreds of wands that appeared out on a circular table. Runes glowing a soft blue around the table and some of the wands turned towards me.

With another wave of his hand, the wands that didn't turn to face me were sent back to wherever they came from, leaving only a few wands still pointing in my direction.

"Good day, I'm Gregorovitch. I'm assuming you're here for a wand, take your pick. You'll know which one is yours when you touch it. The wands facing you are the wands suitable for you" The man chuckled.

Lucius nudged me forward gently. I walked over to the table that held the assortment of wands slowly. My hand hovered over a certain white wand that had strange fur on the grip.

"A wand made of aspen wood and Nundu fur with a core containing a basilisk tooth. 11 inches, known to be quite flexible. I felt quite experimental with this." He snorted.

I felt a small connection with the wand as a few sparks shot out of the wand. I shook my head at the weak reaction and placed it back down on the strange table of wands. Moving onto another wand I picked it up.

"A wand made of Hawthorn and alder wood with a core using Dragon Heartstring. 11 inches, known for its slightly springy flexibility." He announced once more.

The sparks were stronger this time, illuminating the room slightly, but it still wasn't enough for me. I had memories of a stronger connection between my previous self and his wand. I refused to have anything less than that.

My attention was captured by a beautiful wand that seemed to call to me. Setting down the wand I had been holding, I approached it.

The wand had a blend of mostly white with a dark crimson colour that branched out almost akin to a light strike across the wand, with intricate patterns swirling around its surface. It appeared to be crafted from a combination of two different materials.

"Pine and Cherry wood, with a core containing a Thunderbird tail. 12 inches long, known to be unyielding in its flexibility. One of my most experimental creations I must say." He chuckled.

The wand entered my hand and I instantly felt it, a connection as it greeted me with open arms. Golden sparks exploded off me powerfully and I felt my magic churning. It didn't speak to me but I felt like the wand was alive.

"Curious." He said, stroking his chin.

"Can you tell me more about this wand?" I asked, feeling the need to know more about my new partner in crime.

"The wand is made out of two woods, Pine and Cherry. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt to new methods and spells. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

Cherrywood is mostly seen in Japan and used by the students of Mahoutokoro. cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core

A core containing a thunderbird tail. It's powerful but difficult to master and is known for being good with transfiguration. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers were taken from, were able to sense danger and could cast strong curses on their own.

With a length of 12 inches, it provides a substantial magical build-up to cast strong spells. The wand's unyielding flexibility ensures that spells cast with it are forceful and accurate.

I normally don't make wands like this due to the ministry's laws but this was more of an experiment. I have only a few others out of the thousands of wands I possess." Gregorovitch explained the wand looking fascinated.

That was impressive sounding, to say the least. I believe multiple factors of this wand's selection of me could be attributed to some of my perks such as the Thunderbird Feather being known for working well with transfiguration.

I ran my hand over the wand, feeling the intimate connection between me and it as it hummed in response.

"That'll be twenty galleons." Gregorovitch finally said after getting over his fascination.

The wizarding currency. If my memories were to be believed one Galleon was equal to ten pounds or twenty sickles. A sickle was worth around 50 pennies or five knuts which was ten pennies. Kind of a weird currency system.

Lucius looked extremely happy with the result. Even a bit fascinated by the wand's description. I couldn't keep the grin off my face and I felt the wand laugh with me as if it sensed my excitement.

Lucius appraised me with silent approval, his demeanour seemed more calculating than I had seen from the movie version. However, I knew I hadn't seen enough to form a true assessment of him.

He seemed more dangerous and colder from both my interactions with him thus far and the memories I had from the original, with the memories of Draco filling my vision every now and then, it was slowly allowing me to meld with him.

It was a slow process, but I hoped I wouldn't keep being blindsided with memories once I went through all of them. I'm not particularly worried about Lucius going out of his way to harm me but I would like to keep my distance regardless.

I did feel like there was something strange about this world. The rumours and memories from Draco seemed to suggest that the magic of this world was far more powerful and dangerous than the Harry Potter I was familiar with.

Either the wizarding world was just extremely dramatic or their magic was a lot more powerful. We left Gregorovitch workshop without further preamble after that, making our way back down to the floo station.

My new wand was gripped firmly in my hand as relished in its warmth.

This world may be more dangerous but despite that, whether it was due to the curse of mimir or just a part of myself I never explored but I practically shook in excitement at the thought of devouring all the magical knowledge this world had to offer.

-END-