31 July 1942
While I was meditating under the pine tree in the garden of my house, where I always meditate, I suddenly came to my senses when two letters fell on my face. Both letters were from Hogwarts. I opened the first of the letters with excitement.
' HOGWARTS WİZARDİNG AND WITCHCRAFT SCHOOL
School Principal: Armando Dippet
Dear Mr Hagrid
Your request for change in the elective courses you have chosen for the 3rd year, which you sent to us on July 18, has been evaluated and accepted by us. In line with this request, the Divination course has been removed from your curriculum and Arithmancy and the study of ancient runes courses have been added in line with your request.
Albus Dumbledore
deputy headmaster .'
After reading the letter, I felt a sense of relief and great joy. Frankly, I thought there was a possibility that my request would be rejected. Although Hagrid was not without talent, he had almost no interest in anything other than magical creatures. This meant that all of his grades were average or below average. It gave rise to the thought that the school might not accept such a student's sudden abandonment of an easy elective course and his desire to take the two most difficult elective courses. If my request was rejected. When the school year started, I would do my best to meet with Professor Dumbledore and convince him. Thank Merlin that wasn't necessary.
I quickly opened the second letter.
'HOGWARTS WİZARDİNG AND WITCHCRAFT SCHOOL
School Principal: Armando Dippet
Dear Mr Hagrid
The 1942-1943 academic year will start on September 1, 1942, and the Hogwarts express will depart from London King Cross Station at 11:00 on August 30. You are kindly requested not to miss the train.Please find attached a list of all required books and equipment.
UNIFORM
Freshmen will require:
Three sets of simple workgown (black) One plain pointed hat (black) for daily use A pair of protective gloves (dragon skin or similar) One winter cloak (black, with silver buckle)
Please note that all students' clothing must bear name tags.
TEXTBOOKS
Standard spell book 3rd grade
by Miranda Goshawk
history of magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Intermediate Morphing
Emeric Switch by
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 cauldron ( tinned , standard boy 2)
1 set glass or crystalbottle
1 telescope
1 set rice scales
Students can bring an owl or a cat or a frog if they want.
Kind regards,
Albert Roger
chief officer of the Witchcraft Provisions
When I looked up from the letter, I saw the owl perched on the branches of the pine tree.
"Are you hungry? Do you want a snack?"
I literally felt the wave of joy radiating from the owl. After crowing as if to say yes, she perched on my outstretched arm and we walked towards the kitchen together.
About 30 minutes later, a strange scene took place in the kitchen, where an owl hungrily ate the snacks placed on the table, and a huge adult-sized child sitting right across from him was unconsciously eating his hot chocolate and thinking.
After finishing my hot chocolate, he finished the owl snacks I gave him and watched me silently. I turned into an owl.
"Do you want to rest a little more or are you going to return to Hogwarts immediately?"
The owl, puffing out its chest proudly, hooted several times. I have no idea how I understood this, but it was as if he was saying this. I am a proud Hogwarts owl, this little journey never tires me out. I will immediately set out to return to work.
Before I received the voice of nature ability, I would never have thought that animals could have so many emotions and thoughts and be able to communicate to this extent. But here I am, talking and chatting with an owl as if it were a human.
"Then have a safe trip, my friend. May no storm come your way."
After the owl hooted a few times as if saying goodbye. It flew out the kitchen window.
After the owl left, I sat in the kitchen for a while and thought about my talent. First of all, not all animals are as intelligent as the previous owls, and although perceiving some emotions was not a problem, in some of them these emotions did not go beyond the most basic emotions such as hunger, fear, etc. Plants were no different from these animals. I could sense it when they were dehydrated or receiving insufficient sunlight, but nothing more. Secondly, my communication with them was mostly on an emotional and telepathic level. I couldn't speak a different language like Parseltongue. While I was lost in thought about my talent, I was brought out of my thoughts and returned to the real world by the bowtruckle climbing on my shoulder and poking my cheek.
"How are you, Faye, I hope you are well."
I found Faye on the pine tree where I was meditating a week ago. I don't remember a Bowtruckle living there before. I knew that bowtruckles were born from the branches of trees so saturated with magical energy that they became wand trees. This meant that the old pine tree in our garden was now saturated with magic energy enough to make a wand.
Faye nodded as if to say she was fine. It creaked like a bending tree as he said he wanted a snack.
"Oh so you want a snack. "Or you were jealous of our owl friend."
Faye waved her arms and bounced on my shoulder as she squeaked angrily.
I think the full translation was like this.
"How could I, the mighty and wise bowtruck Faye, be jealous of an owl," and she continued in a thinner and fainter voice. "Those snacks just looked delicious."
After laughing out loud, I handed an owl snack to Faye, who only got angrier.
"No more, don't forget how bad your stomach hurts because you ate too many snacks the other day."
I now remember that the bowtruckle feeds on tree-dwelling insects. But our little friend here had developed a unique taste for owl snacks, and two days ago he finally found the snack pack and devoured it. Afterwards, he got grumpy and complained to me all day because of the tremendous stomach ache.
As Faye angrily stated that she wanted more, I ignored her and started walking towards the basement. It was already time for my daily spell practice. Back to school shopping would wait until tomorrow. Once I got to the basement, I quickly headed to my spell space and began practicing wandless magic. I have made a lot of progress compared to when I first started studying magic. Meditation helped a lot in this. I discovered that I could feel my magic power more clearly when I completely cleared my mind and focused. Afterwards, I suspended my wandless magic practice for a while and focused on my oclumancy work. This allowed me to complete the first layer in about a week. Later, thanks to my control over my magic power, wandless and wordless magic became much easier. I could now cast all 1st and 2nd year spells without words, and apart from some of the more difficult transfiguration work, I could cast all the spells without a wand, but no matter what I did, I could not achieve the same power as I could with a wand, which explained why even great wizards like Dumbledore still use wands. Wands are just for control. It was not only an auxiliary tool, but also an amplifier that strengthened the effects of all the spells the magician cast. After thinking for a while, I began to cast the summoning spell. I was trying to find my coat, which was in my closet upstairs.
I lost track of time as the words Accio, Accio echoed in my ears. So the day turned into night and it was time for me to eat.
2 August 1942
Finally, after finishing all my preparations, I am ready to go to Diagon Alley. I originally planned to go yesterday, but something very important forced me to delay my plans. Collecting pine tree branches, yes you heard right. When I went to Ollivander's last time, I saw a job posting on the glass window offering to buy wand materials, and there was literally a pine tree in the garden of my house that was very suitable for wand making.
It took me all day to convince Faye, but I finally convinced her to leave some tree branches. Yes, unexpectedly, Faye had a very strict attitude towards protecting the tree. However, in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the owl snacks. What was this bowtruckle's problem really? The books said nothing about owl snacks. There didn't seem to be any problems at the moment. Maybe I should write to an expert on this subject. Well those are plans for another time.
I stood in front of my fireplace and double-checked everything. The pine tree branches were in my pouch where the scarless extension spell was applied. Faye was in the breast pocket of my coat. My wand was in my inside coat pocket and my Gringotts safe key was in my trousers pocket. After getting into the fireplace, I took a deep breath and after throwing the floo powder, I called out my destination by saying Diagon Alley. With the familiar pulling feeling, I found myself looking at the familiar surroundings of Diagon Alley. After quickly moving away from the fireplace, I slowly walked towards Ollivander's. When I opened the door and walked in, Ollivender was talking to a little wizard who was probably there to pick up his new wand. Just as I was entering the door, the little wizard paid for the wand and then turned and ran out of the shop. While he was running, he was holding his staff tightly with both hands and pressing it tightly to his chest.
Ollivander saw me and called out.
"Hello Mr Hagrid, I hope your wand is working fine. Frankly, I'm not used to seeing my clients so frequently."
"My wand is working fine, Mr. Ollivender. I came here last time because of an ad I saw on your window. I wonder if you still buy wand materials. I discovered that a pine tree near my house had recently given birth to a bowtruck (I couldn't find a more accurate term), and I decided to bring some of its branches to you to see if you would purchase them."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to take a look, but I hope you didn't damage the tree and the bowtruckles. In this case, trees become useless."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ollivender." Meanwhile, pointing at Faye coming out of my pocket. "I didn't take any branch that Faye didn't allow."
Ollivender looked at Faye for a moment and continued speaking with a relieved expression. "That's very good news, Mr Hagrid, you'd be surprised how many people carelessly kill Bowtruckles, rendering trees useless as a result. Whether it is the creatures the wand core material comes from or the wand tree, if the material is taken by force, it becomes contaminated with anger and grudge, making that material useless for wand making. That's why here at Ollivander's they only use parts from magical beasts that died naturally and parts from animals that voluntarily donated their parts. If the bowtruckle were damaged, the trees would be useless. "I would refuse to buy it too."
While I nodded, I was taking tree branches out of my pouch. Although the way he spoke and his tone of voice gave me the impression that he cared more about wand materials than bowtruckles.
Ollivender quickly began examining the trees. He tapped them with his fingers and listened to the sound. He took out his wand and cast some diagnostic spells that I didn't know about. He measured their length and thickness with a tape measure. After he finally finished testing the trees, he turned to me and started talking.
"To be honest, Mr Hagrid, the total value of the trees here is at most 20 galleons, and it is entirely due to my good intentions that many wandmakers will not buy these wands at all or pay very little for them."
"I expected it to do more. "On my previous visit, you mentioned to me that wand materials were extremely expensive."
"Under normal circumstances, it is, but the tree from which these branches were taken was still very young. As you know, trees fill with magical energy over time, which causes bowtruckles to be born. The older the tree, the more bowtruckles it gives birth to and the more magic it fills with. This is why old trees make better wand material." Pointing to the trees on the table. "The tree from which the branches were taken must have barely given birth to a bowtruck or two, so these branches are barely qualified. If they had come from a tree with twenty or thirty bowtrucks on it, then I would have been willing to pay 1,000 galleons or more."
The price difference made my eyes pop out of their sockets. After thinking for a while, I decided to sell the trees to Ollivender. After all, I didn't know any other wandmakers in England, and it seemed like a better idea to carry these tree branches for 20 galleons than to carry them for nothing.
"Okay, then let it be 20 galleons, next time I will try to find older trees."
Ollivender nodded with a warm smile on his face and began to count the galleons he took out of his desk drawer to pay, while also speaking. "I hope, Mr Hagrid, that people have no respect for nature lately. Old trees are becoming increasingly difficult to find, at least here in England. Any suitable wand materials you bring here will be welcome."
With a small smile, I took the galeons and put them in my pouch. After saying goodbye to Ollivender, I left the shop and headed towards Gringotts, I needed to withdraw money for today's shopping. Quickly walk up the stairs at the Gringotts entrance. I headed towards the teller, but I let out a quiet groan when I saw the queue in front of the teller, there were 3 times more people than last time. Now that I think about it, Diagon Alley was also quite crowded compared to the previous development. I had hoped it wouldn't be this crowded since the Hogwarts letters had just arrived, but apparently I was wrong. Although, when you think about it, people received letters at different times depending on the speed of the owls and the distance of the houses from Hogwarts. This thought took me back to the lack of phones and internet. For someone born and raised in the 21st century, the absence of telephone and internet was a disaster. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have magic. There was a limit to what a person could do alone at home. While I was lost in thought, I came to the cashier's office without realizing it, and the grumpy voice of the goblin on duty brought me back to my senses.
"What is your purpose for visiting the bank?"
"I was going to withdraw money from my safe."
"Key please?"
I took the key out of my pocket, handed it to the officer and waited for him to examine it.
"Please proceed, Raznok will take you to your vault."
After I got my key I thought it was Raznok. I turned towards the goblin. After I approached him, he motioned me to follow him without speaking. When we arrived at the same black stone corridors, we waited for a vehicle to come and pick us up. Thus began our shaky journey. For Merlin's sake, were all creatures with magic flowing in their veins this crazy? You literally had the power to alter reality at your disposal, and you go and find the most disturbing and crazy means of transportation. I know goblins can't exactly use magic like us wizards, but I'm sure they could find a more comfortable method of transportation if they wanted to. While I was lost in thought, as I often do today. We continued our silent journey with Raznok through the identical black stone corridors. This time it seemed like we had gone further than before, but I couldn't quite understand. It is almost impossible to determine distance and location in these almost identical corridors. When we finally arrived in front of my safe, we stopped on its rails with a hard and sudden brake. I was thrown forward rapidly due to the sudden fire. After regaining my balance, albeit with difficulty, I quickly got out of the car after suppressing the urge to curse the goblin, who was clearly amused by what he saw and was smiling at me under his breath. When Goblin got out of the car after opening the safe, he gave me back the key he took from me. I went into the safe, took 250 galleons and left the safe. Apart from urgent needs, I had decided to withdraw no more than 250 galleons a year from the safe, as my father told me. All other expenses would later be made from the money I earned. Frankly, I didn't want to be broke for half my student life. I quickly left the cash register and returned to the car. The sooner I left this cursed bank, the better for me. If Gringotts started doing customer satisfaction surveys they definitely wouldn't get a good answer from me. The return trip was just as awful as the first, but this time I was prepared to brake. I wasn't going to give that damn goblin the pleasure of laughing at me again. After getting out of the car, I headed towards the doors to exit the bank. Halfway through, a familiar voice I heard behind me forced me to stop.
"Mr. Hagrid, would you mind?"
I definitely did not expect the sight that awaited me when I turned around.
A slightly older Jude Law turned towards me after talking quickly to the family of a muggleborn child, from what I could tell from his clothes.
When he got close enough to hear my voice, I started talking a little nervously.
"Good day, professor. Glad to see you."
"Thanks Hagrid, I hope you are well. I'm sorry to hear about your father's passing. He was a good man. Do you need help?"
"Thank you, professor. "I'm getting by right now, but I didn't know you knew my father. He never mentioned meeting you."
"We weren't very close. "We've only met a few times at the Hog's head inn, but I've never heard anything bad about him."
"I understand, professor. Hog's head inn is definitely the kind of place my father would go to." After bending slightly and looking at the family waiting anxiously behind him, I continued speaking. "Looks like you're quite busy today. "I don't want to keep you here."
Turning around and looking at the family, Dumbledore spoke quickly. "I have to accompany some muggleborns and their parents to Diagon Alley today, but I should be finished around 3 in the afternoon. If you are available, I would like to sit and talk with you for a while at the Knight and Wizard ice cream parlor."
"Of course professor, I'm sure my shopping will be finished by then. "I will wait for you there."
"See you then, Hagrid."
"See you soon, professor."
Prof. After leaving Dumbledore, I walked out of the bank and down the street thinking about my next steps. Frankly, I was a little relieved. At least Dumbledore wasn't the cunning man who was the head of all evil portrayed in some fan fiction. He was just an academic who wanted to teach and research magic in peace. Afterwards, I turned towards Madam Alice's robes suitable for all occasions. Apparently I'm in a time before Madame Malkin took over the shop mentioned in the Harry Potter books. Now that I think about it, many of the businesses mentioned in Harry Potter had not started operating yet. This reminded me that I was 50 years before the time mentioned in the books. Frankly, I was quite sad that I would never be able to meet many of the people I knew from the Harry Potter books. Even though I knew that Hagridi would live until then without dying of old age, some of them would either never be born or have different personalities as a result of some changes I planned to make, and I definitely intended to change some things. I wanted to at least mitigate the effects of the second wizarding war.
When I entered the shop, Madam Alice greeted me. "Here's what you wanted."
"I was going to buy the Hogwarts full set and some casual clothes for third year."
Hearing me, Madame Alice stared at me with big eyes. And he quickly started taking my measurements, saying something about big boys. After buying all my school clothes, I ordered some simple trousers and casual clothes. Apparently there were no ready-made outfits or patterns for wizards of my size. That's why he said he would need two weeks to sew it from scratch. At first, I intended to add some charms to the clothes for warmth and cleanliness, but the price was so high that I had to give up. The only charm I had made was a charm that made the clothes change their size according to my body as I grew. Since I used ordinary fabric instead of magical materials, the talismans would last for a year at most. Even this way, my total spend came to 90 galleons, which I thought was robbery.
After getting out of Madam Alice's robes for all occasions, I went to Slug & Jiggers Pharmacy, which sells potions and potion ingredients. All the books needed for school cost another 90 galleons in total, so most of my money was spent. Thank GodAt Flourish and Blotts, all the books totaled about 25 galleons. Later, for 15 galeons, I purchased a diary that allowed only the owner to read its contents. I thought it would be useful to record my spell work in the future. Apparently, while ordinary items were quite cheap, things became extraordinarily expensive when the slightest talisman or magic was involved. So I only had 50 galleons left. By the time I was done, it was half past one in the afternoon. There was still an hour and a half until the meeting time I had agreed with Dumbledore. I decided to spend this time wandering around the second-hand booksellers in Diagon Alley. Who knows, maybe I'll come across something good like the occlumency book last time.
First, I went to the second-hand secondhand store where I bought the occlumency book. But while browsing through the shelves, I couldn't find anything that caught my attention. The dealer wouldn't let me look at the more valuable books he kept behind his desk. Besides, the cheapest of those books started from 30 galleons. I only had 50 galleons left in my budget for this year. Disappointed, I left the second-hand bookstore and started wandering around Diagon Alley. When I came to the part of Diagon Alley that connected to Knockturn Alley, I felt a strange pull and call. When I decided to follow this feeling, it led me to a rather dubious and old shop located at the intersection of two streets. The windows of the shop were so covered in dust that they almost did not show the back side, and the window and door frames were painted completely black, giving a bad feeling. When I got a little closer, I saw that the shop sold second-hand items and books. The closer I got to the shop, the stronger the feeling of calling became. After hesitating for a while in front of the door, I took a deep breath. A sight I did not expect to see was waiting for me inside.
There were random items and books on the left and right of the door. The shelves were full of items scattered left and right on the counters in no apparent order. What surprised me was none of these. Standing before me was Hag, at least that's what I thought. She looked like an old witch covered in ugly warts. But the reason I thought he was a Hag was because the back feeling I got from the sound of nature felt as different as it could be from a wizard or muggle. I quickly came out of my surprise when he started talking.
"A young wizard. It's been a long time since a young wizard like you came to my shop. Young wizards like you generally prefer flashier establishments now. But enough of that nonsense, what are you doing here, young wizard?"
I started talking nervously.
"I was wandering around the second-hand booksellers in Diagon Alley to see if I could find some interesting books. That's how I came to see your shop. I wonder if you mind if I see your products."
"Ah, a book-loving wizard, to be honest, I expected different interests from a person of your size."
As she finished her sentence, she giggled girlishly and winked in a way she probably thought was attractive. Thank Merlin it didn't affect me the way he wanted. It did nothing but send a cold chill down my spine and terrify me. If it wasn't for the feeling I got from the feeling of nature, I would have turned around and run away screaming. He must have understood what I was thinking from my facial expression because he sighed in annoyance and started speaking.
"Oh what a feisty kid, I'm just kidding. "If you can find something that interests you in the shop, you can of course buy it."
I started walking around the shop, raising one eyebrow suspiciously.
I didn't go directly towards what attracted me. I was worried that he might increase his price if he realized it could be valuable to me. I started walking around the shop seemingly randomly from the outside. Every now and then I would stop and look at items that looked interesting. And man, despite its appearance, this place was like a treasure room. There were a lot of magical items and substances that I didn't fully understand. I even found some things I never expected, the most important of which was a greenhouse tree sapling that looked like it had dried out in a small pot. Even though it looked completely dry from the outside, I could feel a little life inside thanks to my voice of nature ability. Now as to why this was so important, greenhouse trees were extremely valuable. The main reason for this was that these trees were critical in creating artificial magic binomials like the Hogwarts greenhouses or Newt Scamander's briefcase. Thanks to the magical energy it somehow released into the environment, the tree allowed plants and animals to live outside their natural environments, such as areas where the traceless stretching curse was applied or Hogwarts greenhouses. Of course, in this case, it made it very valuable. Even a small 1 meter sapling could be sold for an amount of 10000 galleons if it was completely healthy.
The sapling in front of me was barely 20 inches tall, and any passerby would have sworn it was dry. However, thanks to the sound of nature, I could feel the life in it. With great enthusiasm, I took it from the pile and continued to wander around the shop. At that moment, a stack of books on another counter caught my attention. The feeling that attracted me came from that pile. After the book reached the pile, I started examining it, starting with the book closest to me. The fifth book I picked up was the one that spread that feeling that attracted me. The book was written by hand and in an old dialect of English that I now have trouble understanding. After trying to read it for a while, I realized that it was more of a diary than a book. From what I understand, it was about the life of a druid named Radagian. After putting Radagian's diary aside, I continued to browse through the books for a while and even found a set of 3 books on chimaric alchemy. This branch of alchemy specialized in the use of parts of magical beasts and plants, or was concerned with the creation of new magical creatures. I knew that masters of this discipline were extremely few, as it was a crime to create new magical creatures after the promulgation of the statute of secrecy. After placing the books next to the same Diary, I cast a temtus spell. Seeing that it was already half past two in the afternoon, I remembered that I had to leave to meet Dumbledore. and I walked towards the counter with the books under one arm and the sapling in its pot under the other arm. Hag was waiting there for me with an ugly grin on his face. His eyes never left me the entire time. I put the books and the flower pot on the counter.
Hag squinted for a while, examining the books and potted plants I bought.
After checking the prices, he started talking.
"30 galleons."
"I wouldn't pay a single penny more than twenty."
"Twenty-eight less and I lose money. "Although this sapling has dried up, it still has some value."
"I can't give more than twenty-five."
He narrowed his eyes at me, thought for a while, and then nodded in approval.
I placed the 25 galleons on the counter. As I was gathering my things and reaching out to put the books in my pouch, he suddenly grabbed my forearm.
He started speaking by licking his lips.
"If you want to pay another way, I don't mind."
When I realized what he meant, I hugged the items without putting them in my pouch and ran away from there as quickly as possible. As I closed the door, their laughter echoed in the shop behind me.