Harry Potter: Professor at Hogwarts

Garrick Ollivander and Antonio were finally able to take deep breaths as things returned to normal. Ollivander's eyes were wide in shock and his face had turned pale.

"Undoubtedly, this wand suits you, Lord Olario," said Ollivander. "The question is that do you want it?"

Antonio raised an eyebrow at this while Ollivander continued, "What we witnessed was an unexpected and unheard phenomenon of magic… of wand lore."

"Let alone me, even my ancestors had not witnessed anything like this. This wand is too wild… to unexpected."

"Maintaning a firm control over it would be difficult," he explained.

"Do you still desire to keep it, Lord Olario?" Ollivander asked as his hard gaze remained fixed on Antonio.

"I do," replied Antonio without hesitation. He tightened his grip over the wand and again raised it pointing it towards the shop.

Next moment, a gale of wind blew from the wand sweeping across the shop as Antonio declared, "This is the only wand that can handle my power."

"Now tell me its tale," he said to Ollivander.

Ollivander sighed deeply as he nodded.

 "This wand," he began. "Has been in my family from centuries."

"It was countless centuries earlier, when wand crafting had still not reached its pinnacle. One of my ancestors was in his experimenting phase and he would roam all around the earth in search of magical woods and cores suitable for wand crafting."

"At some faraway place, exactly where no one knows, he encountered a peepal tree and a raven perched on its top branch."

"Mind you, by that time it had already been confirmed that peepal tree was not a wood which can transmit magic. It was a non magical wood. Similarly, a raven was non magical bird… without an ounce of magic."

"But my ancestor felt some strange sensation coming from the raven. In his memoirs, he had described the sensation as otherworldly… soothing… magical… majestic… yet he speaks he cannot describe it exactly."

"Driven by curiosity, my ancestor tried to examine the tree and the raven."

Garrick had a wonderous expression on his face as he narrated the tale. He had his eyes looking at the walls as if he was viewing in the void itself.

He continued with a tint of fascination, "But when my ancestor tried to approach the raven… its eyes flashed a deep red and it vanished without a trace."

"My ancestor was utterly disappointed as he realised that the raven was a magical bird… probably on par with a phoenix considering the way it vanished from its spot. He felt regret on coming too close to an unique magical species yet not able to observe it closely."

"But his disappointment turned into ecstasy when he found a feather of the raven bird and a wooden piece from the branch of the peepal tree lying on the ground."

Ollivander turned towards Antonio as his eyes wandered on the wand in Antonio's hands.

"Using that peepal branch and the raven feather as the core, my ancestor crafted this wand. Fourteen and half inches long."

"But to his utter dismay, my ancestor was not able to gain a single reaction from the wand. Disappointed he could only let it be."

Garrick continued, "Since then, Lord Olario, this wand has been in our family as an enigma." His face marred an expression that of reverence.

"Are you sure you want this wand, Lord Olario?" Garrick questioned again. He continued before Antonio could answer anything, "I do not want to belittle you but this wand is complete mystery. That peepal tree is complete mystery and so is that magical raven."

"And the bird… the raven that was formed from the wand only adds the mystery."

"And mysterious things are always dangerous," said Garrick as his deep and frightening voice echoed in the shop.

Antonio's resolve was firm. He answered, "I will keep it, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander nodded after a moment of silence, "Very well."

"That would be 7 galleons," he added afterwards.

Antonio nodded and took out 7 galleons from his overcoat as he placed it on the counter. With this he departed from the shop to prepare for his new life.

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While Antonio was buying a wand for himself an important meeting between two people was taking place in one of the inns of the Diagon alley.

Hogwarts' headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting on a small wooden chair with a big frown from his face.

Seated across him was his old friend and minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"Fudge, I cannot allow it," said Dumbledore. "This is crossing the line."

Fudge shook his head violently. Though he generally dared not to be too aggressive in front of Dumbledore, today he was acting a bit strange.

"Dumbledore, you do not understand," he emphasised. "Sirius Black escaping out of Azkaban is a big tarnish on the ministry's image."

He continued, "We both know his target is going to be Harry Potter for sure. The boy must be protected."

Dumbledore almost smirked but he maintained his serious façade.

'Oh! Idiot fudge, only if you knew the truth,' he muttered inwardly.

"I cannot allow this," declared Dumbledore as he got up to leave. He had unbolted the door and wab about to step out when Fudge interrupted him.

His voice was calm yet firm, "You will allow it, Albus Dumbledore."

"The last year had been a year full of controversies at Hogwarts. A basilisk and students being petrified. I cannot have a criminal roaming Hogwarts' without some sort of protection." 

"I you do not agree, I will have this to get through the board of governors."

"But aren't dementors enough for it?" Asked Dumbledore through gritted teeth. "Why you must place an auror in my school?"

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