Diagon Alley and Wand

August 10th, 1990.

"Shiver me timbers.!! Is this how teleportation feels like!?" Altair said with some difficulty.

Professor McGonagall only glanced at him as the corners of her mouth turn up a bit.

"While Apparation feels unpleasent for those who experience it for the first time, I'd say you did better than most adults."

Altair felt like he had went through some kind if vacum tube?

He wasn't sure but if he was going to learn magic, he swore he'd atleast make a real fucking teleportation magic!!

"Follow me." Professor McGonagall said as she walked towards the shabby building.

Looking up, Altair saw the small dirty sign.

'The Leaky Cauldron' it read.

'Wow the movies really didn't do this place justice. It looks in way shitter condition!' He shrugged at rhe thought and followed after McGonagall.

As they entered the Leaky Cauldron, the dim lighting and smell of aged wood hit Altair immediately. It was a far cry from the magical grandeur he had expected.

The patrons looked like a mix of strange and ordinary, with some casting curious glances at them as they walked through.

"Wow, this place looks..uhh. authentic," Altair muttered, trying to keep the sarcasm out.

Professor McGonagall gave him a sideways glance, her lips twitching. "The Leaky Cauldron has been here for centuries. Its charm is in its history, not its appearance."

Altair grinned, "Yeah, I guess that's one sh-, way to put it."

They walked to the back of rhe pub, where McGonagall stopped to look at him.

"This is the entrance to Diagon Alley." Professor McGonagall said, "Remember this combination, as every time you'll need it to enter."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall took out her wand and tapped several wall tiles fixed above the trash can according to her words. Immediately afterwards, the wall slowly opened up in the middle, and a path paved with soft stones appeaerd in front of it.

Although he had seen this scene in the movies and read some of the books. He still couldn't help but gape like a fish.

'This is the visual effect that technology just can't achieve.'

After entering Diagon Alley, Professor McGonagall took Altair to Gringotts first.

As they walked into Gringotts, Altair glanced at one of the goblins stationed at the doors.

They looked just like their movie counterparts, If Altair was honest he didn't know what to feel about them.

After playing Hogwarts Legacy, he delt that if he would fight a goblin, he'd have no empathy.

This however, was the real world.

Yet, he felt like an outsider.

He glanced at Professor McGonagall before continuing forward towards the spacious hall.

'i pray to the ROB above not to send Goblin Slayer on you.'

"You can exchange pounds for wizarding currency here, There is a limit to the amount you can withdraw as a muggle-born wizard every year. But generally, the gold galleons exchanged in one year is enough for you." Professor McGonagall Introduced Altair while taking him through the various trival procedures.

After receiving the money, the twowent to buy wizard robes, textbooks and various other school supplies.

Half an hour later, Altair finally stood infront of the he wanted to visit the most.

'Ollivander's Wand Shop.'

Altair knew he needed to read up on the textbooks he's bought, but he'd first need a wand dor the practial parts of it.

While he wanted to be like the protagonists of the stories he's read, where they wielded wandless magic with ease, and cast several spells with not much effort.

He wasn't the protagonist.

He knew better than anyone there wasn't any plot armor waiting to save him.

And to reach the goal he set for himself he'd work harser than everyone else.

And after experiencing his first surge of magic, Altair wanted nothing more but to reach the top.

He didn't want to surpass dumbledore.

Heck not merlin either.

He wanted to become the God of Magic.

Afterall.

It was MAGIC!!

Who'd be dumb not to try to atleast reach as high as the fucking stars!

'As long as I have a wand, wouldn't it be easier to understand later on how wandless magic worked?' Altair looked extremely calm as he stepped inside. But he was already screaming madly in his heart HAHA.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, Another student?" A haggard looking old man suddenly appeared from behind a pile of shelves and greeted Professor McGonagall cordially.

"9.5 Inches, cedar wood, the core of the wand was dragon heartstrings, right?"

"Yes, you mention this every time I enter, Garrick, but we are here to buy a wand for this child here." Professor McGonagall said in exasperation as she brought Altair forward.

"Let me see then, What's your name child?" Ollivander asked curiously.

"My name Is Altair, Altair Salvatore." Altair responded calmly, but he felt too like he would explode of excitement on the spot.

"Well then, Which is your dominant arm?"

"Right hand." Altair replied.

"Very good then, let's find out what type of wand is most suitable for you…" A measuring tape suddenly flew up and began to move on it's own, jumping up and down around Altair, not having a clue to how it was actually measuring him.

Ollivander walked towards one of the shelves on the right and took a smooth square box out.

"Ah!, I think this one is very suitable." He walked back to the counter, and took the wand out.

"Seven inches, made of pine wood, phoenix feathers, this wand is suitable for a wizard who is independent from the rest, possessing their own ideas and are usually perceived as loners or mysterious in a way…"

Altair took the pine wand and immediately felt some kind of connection to the wand and his magic.

He smiled at the feeling, and looked at the wand solemnly.

Although he didn't get a powerful wand made out of 1000 year old wood and a core from an ancient creature, he was satisified with this wand, after all what mattered most was the wizards skills, not the wand.

"From today onwarss you'll be called, Stick." Altair muttered something only he could hear.

He felt the wand reacting to his words but nothing more happened.

"A suitable connection and another wizard's adventure begins today!" Ollivander said cheerfully as he put the box to the side.

"That'll be 7 galleons."

Altair nodded as he handed the galleons and bid goodbye to Ollivander and walked out of the store.

"Congratulations on getting your wand." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

Altair nodded with a small grin plastered on his face.

McGonagall nodded approvingly. "A wand is a wizard's most important tool. Treat it with respect, and it will serve you well." She glanced at him as they continued walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. "Though I advise you not to practice magic in front of other people in the orphanage. You have a few weeks until the term begins, it'll do you good to preview the textbooks."

Altair nodded with a big smile "That I'll do Professor."

She nodded, "It's time for us to go back then, hold my hand."

He did so and they disappeared from place.

As they Apparated back to the orphanage, Altair wobbled slightly, still feeling queasy. He shook it off, gripping his wand tightly.

"Still doesn't feel right," he muttered.

Professor McGonagall looed at him. "You'll adjust. Just remember: no magic here. Try your best to keep magic a secret from the other kids till school begins."

Altair nodded hurriedly. "I will, Professor, I'll see you at Hogwarts then!."

She offered a small smile, "Good, I hope to see you on September 1st."

With that, she Disapparated, leaving Altair alone. He glanced at his wand, grinning.

"We'll do alot of great things together Stick! Just wait world, you'll see HAHAHAHAHA"

Meanwhile the pedestrians nearby stayed clear from that one weird kid.

Chapter end