Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

From there, we went to the book store for books, quills, and writing supplies, the potion shop for beginner sets, some other places for things like astronomy equipment, herbology gear, and Madam Malkins for robes.

Last but not least was the visit to Olivanders, the highlight of the day, since it was where they got their wands.

"Seven galleons for a stick?" Mrs. Thomas uttered in disbelief when she heard the price of the wands. "That's thirty-five pounds!"

"Actually, that's a pretty hefty discount," I said. "Replacement wands cost a bit more, at seventy galleons."

Dean Thomas' mother winced at that.

"Yeah, the ingredients to make them aren't cheap. A wizard's first wand is discounted by a Ministry tax write off for Mr. Olivander here, since they are an essential tool, but replacements are much more expensive," I revealed. "Try not to break 'em."

"Oh, he will be very careful with his," she said with a frown, giving Dean a warning look. He nodded rapidly in agreement.

"Just remember that students are not permitted to perform magic outside of school," Professor Sprout spoke up. "Underaged uses of magic are heavily penalized!"

I wanted to bring up the point that this rule only applied to non-magicals, as the Trace on the students was shoddy work, as it couldn't differentiate between sources of magic. Accidental magic or wand magic registered the same as House Elf or someone else's magic to the Trace, hence why Dobby was able to get Harry in trouble in his Second Year, but were still able to tell when he cast accidental magic in his Third Year and the Patronus in his Fifth. As a result, magical families were expected to operate on the honor system, but only a few of them actually bothered to follow the rule.

I decided not to bring it up for the moment. No need to bring down the mood with the systematic unfairness of the magical community.

"Now, for a very important stop: Lunch time!" Professor Sprout said happily. She led the group to a family-style restaurant on the intersection of Vertical Alley and Diagon to show off some of the foods the magical world had to offer.

"What is this obsession with pumpkin?" Mrs. Finch-Fletchley asked under her breath as she squinted into her cup of pumpkin juice, while her son ate a pumpkin goulash. The restaurant's menu had been rather pumpkin heavy, too, though with a name like the Golden Gourd, it was to be expected.

"Pumpkin and squash are actually very magically resistant plants," I explained helpfully. "You normally can't grow plants with magic or it ruins them and messes 'em up, but pumpkins and squash? You can accelerate their growth, harvest them, even alter their size and taste with magic and not have to worry about magical contamination. It's why they're so popular in all kinds of dishes."

I took a sip of my own pumpkin juice as the adults and children absorbed my info dump. I actually kinda liked it. It was like one of the V8 vegetable juices. Healthy, too!

Professor Sprout however looked tickled pink to have someone explain it. "Why, yes, that's absolutely correct! We usually don't go over that particular fact until Third Year, but indeed, most mundane plants do poorly if subjected to too much magic. In fact, many native New World plants, such as cacao beans, corn, tomatoes, and tobacco can be grown using magic without much issue, whereas Old World plants need more careful care."

She grinned at me. "You know, I thought I knew every student at Hogwarts, but for some reason I'm drawing a blank."

"I didn't attend Hogwarts," I replied simply.

"Oh, I see. Perhaps Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny, then?" the Herbology professor inquired.

"Woolingsby, actually," I said with a thin smile. Professor Sprout clearly didn't recognize it, but nodded all the same, perhaps thinking it was a small magical school elsewhere, and I didn't feel like correcting her. It'd bring down the mood.

"You two have lovely daughters," Mrs. Thomas praised as she watched them chat with the other children at another table.

"Thank you! And is Hermione's name a Shakespeare reference?" Sally-Anne's mother, Mrs. Perks, asked Mrs. Granger.

"It was," the dentist confirmed. "We wanted a special name for our special girl."

"You know, we have plenty of respect for the Bard as well here in the magical world," Professor Sprout said with a smile. "He was actually a Squib."

She then had to explain what a 'Squib' was. Which of course led into a discussion over the blood status terminology, with emphasis on the word 'Muggle' itself.

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