Harry Potter : The Rise Of Shafiq

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Mr. Shafiq, We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed, you will find a list of the necessary books and supplies.

The term kicks off on September 1st, and we kindly request your response via owl by July 31st.

Deputy Headmistress : Minerva McGonagall

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[Uniform]

First-year students are required to have:

1. Three plain black work robes

2. One plain black pointed hat for daytime use

3. A pair of dragonhide or similar protective gloves

4. One winter cloak (black, with a silver clasp)

Please be advised: All student garments must have name tags attached.

[Textbooks]

Students must acquire the following books:

- Standard Spells, Beginner's Edition by Miranda Goshawk

- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

- Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense by Quentin Tremble

[Other Equipment]

Students should also have:

- A wand

- A pewter cauldron (standard size 2)

- A set of glass or crystal potion bottles

- A telescope

- A brass scale

Students may bring either an owl, a cat, or a toad.

Parents are reminded that first-year students are not permitted to bring their own flying brooms.

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"Hurry, we're heading to Diagon Alley right away to get what you need," said Brian.

In a dingy, cramped pub on a London street, the meticulous Alena frowned.

"Just bear with it; you'll have to be here eventually."

Although it was a well-known establishment, it felt overwhelmingly dark and dirty. A few elderly women sat in a corner, sipping sherry, one of them puffing on a long pipe.

A small man sporting a top hat was chatting with the bar owner, who had sparse hair and resembled a wrinkled walnut. Upon their entry, the conversation halted. It appeared that everyone recognized Mr. Brian, who was greeted with smiles and waves. The bar owner stepped out from behind the counter, bowing, "Greetings, Mr. Shafiq, wishing you good health. Would you care for a drink?"

"Start with a glass of aged rum. Put it in the usual place; I'll be right back," replied Brian.

"How do we get into Diagon Alley, Dad?"

"Count three bricks up from the trash bin, then two across, and tap the wall three times with your wand. The bricks will tremble, a small gap will appear, and then it will open into an archway leading to Diagon Alley."

"Let's go to Gringotts to get some money first. Then your dad can take you shopping while I take Lena to the ice cream shop; she's been begging for ice cream since this morning."

"Off you go, little glutton. Leave some for your brother, and don't overdo it; or else you might upset your stomach," Warren teased as he playfully poked Alena's nose.

They arrived at a spectacular white building that loomed over the surrounding stores, where a figure clad in scarlet and gold stood by the shimmering bronze doors—indeed, it was a goblin. The goblin bowed to them before leading them to another door, this one silver, bearing the engraved inscription:

Enter, stranger, but beware

What the end of greed will be,

Always seeking, without labor,

Will be punished most severely.

So if you wish to take from our underground vaults

A fortune that never belonged to you,

Thief, you have been warned,

Beware of bringing not treasure, but retribution.

Upon entering the hall, Brian completed the process for withdrawing money. After paying a silver sickle, they noticed a giant towering at about four meters tall, accompanied by a small boy with black hair who struggled to keep up. Not in a hurry to leave, Brian approached to greet him. "Oh! Hagrid, long time no see."

"Yes, it's been too long, Mr. Shafiq. It's wonderful to see you again; I've missed your mead!"

"Who's this?"

"This is my son, Warren; greet Mr. Hagrid."

"No need for that! I'm in a bit of a rush, I need to buy things for Harry Potter to start school."

"By Merlin's beard, is this Harry Potter?" Brian quickly moved forward to shake Harry's hand. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you, Mr. Shafiq."

"Hello, I'm Warren Shafiq, pleased to meet you, Harry Potter."

After their brief greetings, Brian took Warren to Vault 712 to withdraw 300 gold galleons before exiting Gringotts. Warren, seizing the opportunity to excuse himself, found a secluded spot and quietly muttered few words to the taoist Lingxu, "Hey, do you know Harry Potter?"

"Don't tell me you, who have lived in a magical family all your life, don't know Harry Potter?"

"Sorry, my parents never mentioned him."

"Remember, Harry Potter is known as the Boy Who Lived because he's the only one to survive the Avada Kedavra curse from the dark wizard Voldemort. He's also referred to as the Savior, but I think that's unfair; he's simply inherited his parents' legacy, as it was their lives that allowed him to survive."

After wandering through countless shops, Warren spotted Draco, his cousin, just emerging from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"Hey, cousin! Guess who I just saw?"

"Who? Harry Potter?"

"That's right! Have you gotten a wand yet?"

"Not yet. Let's go together. And you'd better learn how to tidy up your clothes and bedding before school; I won't be helping you with that."

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Ollivander's Wand Shop, the singular wand store in Diagon Alley, is renowned across Europe. The shop is consistently filled with wand boxes and has been operating since 382 B.C. (Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.).

The shop is small and somewhat run-down, with a single wand resting on a faded purple cushion in the window. The golden sign above the door has chipped away, revealing: *Ollivander's, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.*

Inside, the shop is sparsely furnished besides a long bench, and narrow boxes filled with thousands of wands extend almost to the ceiling.

Upon entering, Warren was surprised to find Harry Potter already there. Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, very good, indeed! Wonderful... absolutely wonderful... Oh dear..."

"Excuse me, what do you find wonderful?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Mr. Ollivander, gazing at Harry with his pale, colorless eyes, replied, "I remember every wand I've sold, Mr. Potter. Each wand. Yes, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, while the other made another wand. You are destined to wield this wand, and its brother—cough—its brother gave you that scar."

Harry gasped.

"That's right, thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood. Extraordinary! Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard... I believe you're going to achieve remarkable things, Mr. Potter... though the mysterious figure who shall not be named has done great things—terrible ones, yet great nonetheless."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Shafiq, I still recall your wand: ebony, snake's nerve, thirteen inches. A perfect fit for spells."

"Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander. I'm here to help my child find a wand. This is Draco, from the Malfoy family."

"Oh, splendid! Who goes first?"

Malfoy rushed eagerly to the front. After being measured, Ollivander produced a wand: hawthorn, ten inches, with a core of unicorn hair. Malfoy took it and felt an immense comfort. "This is it!" After paying Ollivander seven galleons, he returned to his uncle Brian's side. "Next up, it's young Mr. Shafiq. Which hand do you use?"

"My right."

Ollivander then measured Warren, taking various measurements from the shoulder to the fingertips and from the wrist to the elbow. "Every Ollivander wand contains an exceptionally magical substance—its essence, Mr. Shafiq. We utilize unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings. Each wand is one of a kind, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are identical. If you attempt to use a wand that belongs to another wizard, you won't achieve the same effect."

"Try this one: boxwood, nine inches with a phoenix feather core. No, no—let's try another... made of ebony and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches long. Very flexible. Come on, come on, try this one.

"It's really strange." After trying nearly a dozen wands, Ollivander's head was sweating. "A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter. I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect and suitable one here.

"Are you ready, Mr. Ollivander?"

"Wait, there's another wand, made by my father."

Ollivander went to the back and took out a box: "Let me see, sycamore wood, thirteen inches, and the core is the tail feathers of the Thestrals. I don't know what he was thinking."

Warren took it and felt a fresh smell, and his whole body was extremely relaxed. "This is it." he couldn't help but mumble.

After paying Mr. Ollivander ten Galleons, they walked out of the wand shop. Mr. Brian also bought a Saker Falcon as Warren's messenger bird.