Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Diagon Alley’s Wonders
The moment Jack stepped through the archway, Diagon Alley unfolded before him like a living painting.
Shops stacked crookedly against each other, their signs swinging in a nonexistent breeze. Owls hooted from cages, broomsticks zoomed overhead, and the air smelled of roasted nuts, parchment, and something faintly metallic—dragon blood, his mind supplied.
He clenched his fists to stop them from trembling.
It’s real. All of it.
Snape observed him from the corner of his eye. “Try not to faint, Mr. Fletcher. It would be tedious to revive you.”
Jack schooled his expression into something neutral. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Professor.”
Snape’s lip curled. “Follow me. And do not wander off.”
Jack schooled his expression into something neutral, but his pulse still thrummed. “Where do we start?”
Snape withdrew a small pouch from his robes and handed it to him. “Thirty Galleons. A loan from Hogwarts for students of… limited means.” The pause was deliberate, almost mocking. “Spend it wisely.”
Jack weighed the pouch in his palm. Not much, but enough if he was careful.
“Understood.”
—
The bell above Ollivanders’ door chimed as they entered. The shop was narrow, cluttered with towering shelves of wand boxes, dust motes floating in the slanted sunlight.
A voice whispered from the shadows. “Ah. Severus Snape. Thirteen inches, ebony, dragon heartstring. Unyielding.”
An old man with wide, moonlike eyes emerged—Garrick Ollivander. His gaze settled on Jack. “And you must be new student of Hogwarts…”
“Jack Fletcher.”
Ollivander’s fingers twitched. “Jack, Let us see.”
Before Jack could react, a tape measure sprang to life, darting around him like a snake. Ollivander hummed, plucking boxes from the shelves with eerie precision.
“Try this. Maple and phoenix feather. Nine inches.”
Jack gripped the wand—
A vase on the counter exploded.
Ollivander snatched it back. “No, no. Perhaps… holly and unicorn hair?”
The next wand sent a gust of wind rattling the shelves.
Jack’s patience frayed. Meanwhile, Snape leaned against the wall, watching with thinly veiled amusement.
Ollivander paused. “Curious. Very curious.” He vanished into the back and returned with a battered box. “Redwood and Thunderbird. Eleven and a half inches. Flexible.”
Jack took it.
Heat flooded his veins. The wand hummed in his grip, and electric sparks erupted from the tip, swirling in the air before fading.
Ollivander’s eyes gleamed. “Fascinating. Redwood wands favor those with a taste for drama… and power. Thunderbird tail feathers—rare, this type of wand was difficult to master, but extremely powerful and well suited to transfiguration. They were also able to sense danger, much like the bird itself, and were able to cast curses on their own pre-emptively if they sensed supernatural danger nearby.”
Snape’s voice cut in. “How much?”
“Seven Galleons.”
Jack handed over the coins, his mind racing. Redwood. Thunderbird tail feather as core. Hisoka’s influence already?
—
Next was Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions.
A plump witch with a measuring tape around her neck greeted them. “Hogwarts, dear?”
Jack nodded.
“Right this way.”
As she fitted him for robes, Snape lingered near the door, radiating impatience.
Jack ran his fingers over the fabric—thick, durable, but far from luxurious. “Do you have anything… used?”
Madam Malkin blinked. “Used?”
“Cheaper,” Jack clarified.
Snape’s eyebrow arched.
Madam Malkin hesitated before nodding. “I’ve a few sets in the back. Slightly worn, but serviceable.”
She returned with a stack of folded robes—faded black, a few loose threads.
Jack inspected them carefully. “These’ll work.”
Snape’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “How thrifty of you.”
Jack met his gaze evenly. “Orphans learn not to waste money, Professor.”
A beat of silence. Snape’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes—something almost like recognition.
Madam Malkin bundled the robes into a parcel. “That’ll be three Galleons, fifteen Sickles.”
Jack handed over the coins without hesitation.
…
At Flourish and Blotts, Jack skimmed the required textbooks, then hesitated.
“Professor… is there a book on basic spells? Something to practice before term starts?”
Snape’s expression darkened. “Overconfidence is a flaw, Mr. Fletcher.”
“Not overconfidence. Preparation.”
Snape studied him before plucking a small, worn volume from the shelf—Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling. “This. And nothing more advanced.”
Jack took it eagerly.
Their final stops were quick—a brass cauldron, a set of phials, a cheap telescope. By the time they reached the apothecary, Snape’s patience was visibly fraying.
“Five minutes,” he snapped.
Jack grabbed the essentials, eyeing the more exotic ingredients longingly. Someday.
At the Apothecary, Jack’s nose wrinkled at the stench of pickled newt eyes. Snape, however, lingered near the venomous tentacula seeds, his fingers brushing the jars with something akin to reverence.
Jack filed that away for later.
Finally, the pet shop. Owls hooted, cats lounged, and a particularly fat toad blinked lazily at Jack from a cage.
Snape eyed him. “Hogwarts allows a toad, owl, or cat.”
Jack shook his head. “I’ll manage without.”
“Why?”
Jack met his gaze. “Because I don’t have literally anyone to write letter.”
Snape’s expression flickered—something almost like approval.
—
As they exited the last shop, Snape turned to him. “You ask precise questions. Unusual for a Muggle-born.”
Jack adjusted the weight of his bags. “Because I read about a great man, who said words are as important as magic. So use it carefully, Professor.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed because this was Albus Dumbledore’s word. “Where did you read about that?”
“Don’t remember the book name.”
A pause. Then—
“You will return to the orphanage tonight,” Snape said abruptly. “Your train ticket is here. Platform Nine and Three-Quarters departs September first at eleven. Do not be late.”
Jack took the ticket. “How do I get on the platform?”
Snape’s smirk was thin. “Run at the third pillar between platforms nine and ten.”
Jack blinked. “Seriously?”
“Magic,” Snape drawled, “is rarely serious.”
With that, he turned on his heel. “I will not coddle you further. Fail to keep up at Hogwarts, and you will find no sympathy from me.”
Jack watched him disappear into the crowd, then exhaled.
Time to see what this wand can do.