Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 8 Gregorovitch Zauberstabe
“Alright Golie let’s go get a wand.”
Golie grabbed his hand and apparated. They appeared in front of the Gregorovitch Zauberstabe, one of, if not the most famous wand maker in Europe. He was about to knock when the old creaky door opened by itself.
“You can wait for me here Golie I’ll be fine by myself.”
“I hear and obey the Master.”
‘Huh he became overly dedicated to the honor thing since I improved their physique and thinking capabilities. Don’t worry my pet, the elves will live up to its name as the most beautiful of creatures. Harry Potter world r.a.p.ed the appearance of elves I will pursue justice for you my beloved Elune.’
As he was going to be using the elves against wizards, he began to upgrade the ones who swore through magic to forever be bound to him and his descendants. Which is all of them, no one really refused.
These neglected specie of magical creature can be a very sharp knife to cut one’s enemies. Viktor often wondered how the brain of a wizard work. Often wondering….
‘Why are they so dumb? It shouldn’t be the effect of a magical illness as he found none of such. Getting sidetracked here, going back to the matter at hand. Let’s get a wand. Preferably the best ones available.’
He walked into the old shop with thousands of neatly stacked wand boxes on display.
“Welcome to Gregorovitch Zauberstabe! My name is Mykew Gregorovitch the current owner of this establishment. Are you here for your first wand sir….?”
It was old foggey Mykew, he looked and sounded different from the wand obsessed old man he was portrayed to be in the movie.
‘Probably some sort of behavioral regression due to regret.’
“Krum… Viktor Draconov Krum, master of House Krum. Yes, I am here for the first wand I hope you can help me pick a perfect fit.”
The old man scanned him quick and his eyes stayed a tad bit longer on the golden Master ring in his left hand and tutted.
“Well you should already be aware Master Krum, a wand is semi-sentient and chooses the wizard, but these wands can also be subdued with strength like any other if one is powerful enough.”
There wasn’t enough research for Krum to make an assessment but based on bare facts alone, one can infer that what the old guy said must be mostly the truth.
‘I must look into it in the future.’
“I will take it to heart.”
“I remember your father’s wand. Acacia Wood and thunderbird core. Do you fancy a certain wand in particular? Well….. Close your eyes and call out to the one fated to be your perfect pair.”
‘Come.’
As soon as he closed his eyes, a whole new world appeared before him. A world filled with the spirits of magical creatures. None seems to be paying him any attention.
‘Accio! ‘ He repeated with greater will and the spirit looked at him with interest.
“Roar”
The sea of spirits split like the red sea as a mountain of a dragon roared. The dragon approached with great ferocity, exerting pressure and fear to all the spirits that surrounded it.
While all of this is happening inside his head, his outstretched hand is currently holding not a wand, but a black ring with a black gem socketed on top supported by what looks like a black skeletal hand. It sucked the magic inside Viktor like it’s feeding on its favourite meal.
‘A greedy one.’
“Eat this.”
Viktor pumped more of his magic into the ring and began absorbing the magic present in the atmosphere which he learned when he began meditating. Magic particles bends to will, not any will but a strong will, it will only follow those worthy of it. Although there’s a limit to how much one can absorb into the body, there’s no worries as a hungry abyss of a ring is absorbing all of it. It felt like an eternity to Viktor, sweat dropped like beads and his body is drenched, but it was actually just a minute in real world time. When the ring stopped its feeding frenzy, it vanished from thin air and reappeared in the index finger of his right hand.
The old wand maker was reeling in shock at what he saw.
“Old Gregorovitch, I was asking you for the price of this ring.”
‘Where did that ring come from?’
Although he did dab in experiments with other forms such as staff, rings, gloves, and bracelets, the old man was quite sure that he was not the maker of this black staff.
‘It appeared out of nowhere. Did he summon it from the void? Ahh shit what am I going to tell him?’
The old wand maker sighed and took a box from one of the shelves.
“Uhhh….. Here. That’ll be fifteen galleons for the wand the ring is yours for free.”
Although it pained him a great deal to not be able to study the ring, it would be unwise to cross a master of a noble house and lose his life for it.