HP: I Have "Pure" Magic

Chapter 29:

As we reached the common room after dinner, I told my friends/future-followers that I would rest early today and then sneaked out using the same method like yesterday.

This time, I made it to the painting of Barnabas the Barmy without a pause, since I remembered it through occlumency.

Dora hadn't arrived yet. I wished the same things as yesterday and entered the room that appeared.

Since she isn't here I might as well test some things.

I took out my Wanda *cough* I mean wand.

It was the one which I bought from the Ollivanders. This is another cliche subject I wanted to avoid. I mean, there was nothing interesting.

*flashback*

Today was my 11th birthday and I knew that Hogwarts letter would be personally delivered by teacher.

McGonagall came to my orphanage and told the matron that I was being offered a chance to go to a boarding school.

This wasn't the first time I was being offered to offers to go to some prestigious school.

As a transmigrator, I have followed the standard procedure and skipped some grades to look like a genius.

So, many schools had come to the orphanage to offer me scholarship. But really, I had set everything here quite systematically. I had properly condunded the matron. I would sometimes show myself to her. The rest of the times, I would live at my own private mansion, which was furnished with all the modern furniture and technologies that could be found at this time. There was a separate, tech-free area for magic. I would also sometimes live in the potter Manor.

I had told her a few days ago if someone wants to meet me, let them come.

So the matron brought McGonagall.

I was already waiting in my room.

She met me, She told me stuff, I acted surprised, we shopped, went to the Ollivanders.

Yeah. That's how it's done. No boring details here.

At the Ollivanders-

He greeted me his signature style: coming from behind greeting me like doing a 'peek-a-boo'.

Seriously, he's going to be hexed someday if keeps doing that. He didn't know my name instantly just by looking at me. Guess it's related to being the children of those he sold his wands to. So I had to tell him my name, maybe so that he can look mysterious in front of my children by telling them about my wand.

*measurements thingy skipped*

He presented me with my a wand

"Try this one. 12 inches, beechwood with dragon heartstring core."

I wasn't satisfied at all when I bonded with the first wand I touched. And with McGonagall breathing down my neck, I really couldn't ask for anything else.

I later researched beechwood and found out

"The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience."

And Dragon heartstring... well, everyone knows. It's quite common.

All I could ask him at that time was--- "Can I buy more wands from you? Do you custom make them as well?" After all, as a reincarnater, I had to have something.... different.

His answer had some serious cliche-ness in it---"Yes, Mr. Maxwell, you can buy another wand. But remember this, a wand chooses a wizard. And once bonded, it is a very difficult to achieve the same level of bond with any other wand. And yes, I do make custom made wands but I don't believe it will be much better than the one you're currently holding."

"Farewell, Mr. Maxwell, I'm sure we can expect great things from you."

Both me and McGonagall had to roll our eyes on that last sentence...

*Flashback end*

So, I looked down at my Beech wood wand. Then I also took out my wand which I stol- no, which I had 'acquired' from the potter vault.

Holding a wand in both of my hands, I felt so much better. I don't know why the beech wand bonded so easily with me.

I guess pure magic has made my body so good that the wand wanted to be my mistress even though I had already bonded with another wand. I'm such a charmer. I was it's first master too. So it gave me it's virginity.

Maybe it thought that it can steal me away from the other wand. After all it's young while the other wand is old.

Well, I'll give them both equal use. I don't show favourism between my wands.

Back to the practice, it was my first time dual wielding. So I tried out different stuff.

Like first, I tried shooting spell from both my wands at the same time, one in each hand.

I found out that I can do that as long as I'm casting the same spells from both my wands. So I had my fun shooting the dummies all around me like those gun-shooting scenes in Hollywood.

Next, I put both of my wands in one hand and tried casting a piercing hex at the dummy. This time, having two wands in the same hand, a bigger beam of light shot out. And I can say.... it's more effective than shooting the same spell twice.

Now, I started trying out some new things.

For that, first I just casted a sectumsempra. How? I didn't do any wand movements. I just focused on the dummy with will and intent on cutting it. Then I called out-

"Sectumsempra!" While at the same time, I consciously channelled my magic through the wand.

I didn't even look at the result. I had my eyes closed and I was trying to recreate the feeling that I had felt when I was casting the spell. It had felt different from pure magic. And as soon as I had said the spell, it had come in a concentrated burst.

So I began to channel my magic while imagining the same feeling with will and intent.

Slowly, very slowly, the feeling was coming. I could feel it generating at the top of wand-

But my concentration was broken as the room informed me that an intruder had come.

Making the door one-sided see-through, I got really shocked this time.

You wouldn't be able to guess who it was that I saw standing right outside the door.

It was-

!!!

What the f*ck is HE doing here??!!

This..

This is not fair at all! It could have been Quirell. I have counter measures for that. I wouldn't have complained. But why the f*ck is he here? Is the room that common now? That even he knows about it?

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