Well after Professor visited me and took me to Diagon Alley, I got my stuffs for school and Got a Giant Red Tailed Hawk as my pet.
I was thinking for a eagle owl but I gut this boy which is much faster, stronger, deadly and loyal than any other birds out there. Named him Bajra after the weapon of Indian king of gods and god of thunder Indra.
Before I forgot to mention I also got a wand, not just any wand a highly dangerous, and mythical wand.
Flashback,
I walked inside the old wand shop Ollivander's.
My heterochromia eyes scanned the shop with a mixture of awe and tension, as though I felt some unsettling feeling like, I could sense something inside was already watching me or trying to draw me towards it.
Inside, it was quiet. Dust floated like spectral threads in shafts of light.
Thousands of wand boxes lined the shelves, stacked so high they seemed to vanish into the shadows of the ceiling.
From the back of the shop, a raspy voice called out, "Ah… a first year. I felt it. The wind shifted the moment you stepped through the threshold. Curious... very curious."
An elderly man emerged from behind a towering shelf. His silver-white hair was frizzy and unruly, his eyes sharp with a knowing gleam.
He wore a faded grey robe dusted with flecks of wood shavings. He smiled, though there was something… assessing in his gaze.
"Good afternoon," I said politely.
"I'm Jon. Jon Bonds. First year at Hogwarts."
"Jon Bonds," the man repeated thoughtfully.
"Can not say I have ever heard your surname? Muggle born?"
" Yes."
" Ahh, I see."
He extended a pale, gnarled hand. "Garrick Ollivander. Wandmaker. It is an honor."
I shook his hand, my fingers tightening slightly in response to the chill that laced Ollivander's skin.
"Is it… always this cold in here?" I asked, glancing at the frost that seemed to cling faintly to the corners of the windows.
Ollivander tilted his head. "Only when a certain wand is restless. But never you mind that, Mr. Bond. Let us find the wand that has been waiting for you."
And so began the process. Box after box. Wand after wand.
One with phoenix feather—exploded the second I touched it.
Fuck.
Another with unicorn hair—snapped itself in half mid-air.
A beautifully carved vinewood wand with dragon heartstring shot a burst of sparks so violent it seared a hole through the ceiling.
" Am I ever going to get a fucking wand?"
Ollivander's lips thinned. "Very curious indeed."
I blinked, brushing ash from my shoulder. "I presume this does not happen often around here?"
"No, no, Their are some tricky costumers but to your extent non" Ollivander replied, turning away swiftly.
"This... is rare."
But Suddenly the room started to get more colder and colder suddenly a box automatically flew out from the basement of the shop and rested in my hand.
I opened it and inside lay a beautiful black wand with a glacier blue tip like it's made from ice itself.
It have wolf head attached to it near the handle with a runic engraving on it.
"Wait Mr. Bonds don't...."
But I picked up the wand and.
The moment my skin brushed the wand, time stopped.
A thunderous howl echoed through my soul.
Frost coiled up my arm, not painful, but possessive. Like an ancient predator marking territory.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Lightning flashed behind my eyes.
I didn't scream.
I stood still, heart pounding, letting the chaos within the wand wash over me.
The storm, the void, the eternal frost—they didn't reject me.
They embraced me.
A crack split the silence.
And then...
Light returned. I stood motionless, wand in hand. My skin shimmered faintly with frost, my eyes faintly glowing.
"What. The. Fuck. Happened."
Ollivander fell to his knees.
"It... it has chosen you."
" What?"
Then he got up and start paecing around like the world is about to end and fuck even I felt what ever happened with me and this wand is some really serious shit.
"No," Ollivander muttered, more to himself than to Me. "This isn't right. This can't be right."
"What is it?" I stepped closer, and suddenly the wand in my hands hummed. Not loudly.
Just enough to make the flame flicker sideways.
The old wandmaker flinched. That never happened. Wands didn't hum at attention. Wands didn't breathe like living things.
"This wand—this thing—isn't meant for our world," Ollivander whispered.
"How does this bonded with you? Why after thousand of years?"
I nodded. "I felt it. It... knew me. Like it remembered me. And it showed me something. Cold. So cold. But... alive. And not gonna lie it scared the shit out of me."
Ollivander backed up half a step.
"Then the myths were real," he said, his voice cracking.
"What myths?"
The old man looked at me—truly looked at me now, eyes no longer analyzing but frightened.
"This wand," Ollivander said slowly, reverently, "is made from components no wand should ever contain. A wand With dual cores. No wand can contain anything like it. It shouldn't exist—no maker in their right mind would forge this. And yet…"
He gestured me to lift the wand to show the ruin that engraved on it just under the wolf head.
"Zærgrim," he murmured. "The name is ancient... too ancient. You know what's it's alias 'The Doom Howl Wand.'"
" And I once studied the runes on it, do you want to know Mr. Bonds what's engraved on it?"
"What?"
"'Fenhjǫll zær. Nael tyr hunvald.''
"It means 'I do not serve. I devour the gods.'"
Jon blinked. "Wait—what? The Fuck?"
Ollivander ignored me and start to take out an old journal from his desk.
"15¼ inches long made from something that should not exist not in this realm."
" Mr. Ollivander with all due respect can you speak plainly from what is this fucking wand is made off, without this fucking stupid suspense building."
" I prefer you don't use such language inside the shop Mr. Bonds but the situation here is quite complicated and confusing for both of us so I will let it slide. "
" Ok so Mr. Ollivander what is this wand made off. Cuz I don't think it's normal."
"It's not wood, not truly. It's the fossilized bone of Níðhǫggr, the serpent of Norse myth. The one said to chew on the roots of the World Tree. This wand's handle... it's carved from a splinter of his spine."
He looked at me, ashen.
"The beast was a devourer of the dead, Mr. Bonds. It fed on corpses and gods. It is the darkness it self you can say."
"Nothing like it's ever been found by any known wandmaker. This... was made with intent beyond comprehension."
I felt a chill crawl up my spine.
"You're saying I'm holding a wand made from a literal... mythical monster?"
"Worse," Ollivander said.
"You're holding the last known parta god eating monster."
" FUCKKKKK!!!!"
" Indeed Mr. Bonds, fuck. And it's not even the end it."
" UHHHH!!! What's more?"
He looked at The wand now like he was afraid of what the wand might become.
"The primary core is... this can't be real, but it feels... alive. It's a heartstring, yes, but... the resonance... it doesn't belong to any magical creature on record."
He raised the wand, and under his breath whispered:
"Fenrir."
Silence.
I deadpanned.
" You mean Fenrir Greyback, that lunatic werewolf."
"Not the werewolf, Mr. Bonds. The actual wolf of Ragnarok. The god-eater. The son of Loki. No magical beast, not even dragons, could match him."
He chuckled dryly, eyes glinting with ancient fear.
" How. is. it. possible."
" I assure you Mr. Bonds I am as clueless as you are in this matter."
Ollivander seemed almost afraid to speak the last part.
"And the third… I didn't believe it when I read the rune inside the wand's sheath. I thought it was a joke. Or a bluff."
He leaned closer and whispered like saying it aloud might summon something.
"A single scale from a Behemir."
I frowned. "What's a fucking Behemir?"
Ollivander looked like he aged five years in five seconds.
"Thunder god dragon. Storm's wrath incarnate. Said to ride tempests, turn cities to ash, and speak in voices that crack the sky."
"No records of their existence survive. They were said to have been slain by the gods themselves out of fear."
He turned slowly to Me.
"And yet... your wand carries its scale. Just one. That's all it takes. The power of an apocalypse, distilled."
End,
And I think I also hide something from Ollivander. The moment I touched the wand it give knowledge about 3 most deadly spells that can even make Avada Kedavra as a water gun in front of them.
1. Gelid Eternum — "The Frost That Devours" (GEE-lid E-TER-num)
"Let all that breathes fall silent beneath the frost of the gods."
When cast, an ancient blue sigil explodes from the wand, releasing a living froststorm, similar in behavior to Fiendfyre—but cold, silent, and 'alive'.
It spreads like a 'sentient glacier storm', freezing not just flesh and blood, but 'souls'.
Can freeze entire landscapes, oceans, castles—literally anything—and leaves behind a crystalline husk of the original.
Only the caster can halt or steer it. If the caster dies mid-cast, it continues forever until the world ends or another Zærgrim user seals it.
Survivors? Zero. Unless they were already dead.
2. Nihil Umbra — "Void of All" (NI-hil UHM-brah)
"Let the stars fall silent, and the world forget light."
A swirling sphere of absolute black unfurls from the wand tip, covering a 100-meter radius instantly.
This isn't just dark—it's magic-consuming, time-distorting oblivion.
All spells fizzle and vanish, time stutters like a broken record, and no one can perform magic within the domain... except the caster.
This field lasts exactly 60 seconds, and while inside, it bends perception, breaks the laws of physics, and devours all magical constructs, barriers, or enchantments.
Basically? You're Thanos. Everyone else is toast.
3. Dracothor Voltain — "Thunderborne Genesis" (DRA-ko-thor VOL-tayne)
"From the storm's roar, let the dragons rise."
The sky splits open like shattered glass as the caster's wand emits an upward bolt into the heavens.
Thunderclouds spin like hurricanes, and from them descend hundreds of dragons made of pure lightning.
These dragons are intelligent, sentient avatars of the caster's will, and each strike or breath attack causes megaton-level destruction.
Their lightning can bypass magical shields, destroy armies, and even rip holes in mountains.
They're not just beasts—they are mythical revenants of storm gods, and they live only until their purpose is fulfilled or the caster calls them back.
And the most interesting part is like other spell I don't have to practice it so I can master those spells.
These spells fucking came with full upgrade and mastered version to me no wand movement, no even the chant required just a flick of your mind to cast this spell and then boom.
These spells are fucking op.
I laid on my bed eyes closed.
Now only 2 weeks remain till Hogwarts.
I am really thankful for those grind in the Training space. I know all the spells and everything Hogwarts can teach me.
But I am just gonna lay low and enjoy my first magical student life.
And also once My Path once crossed with one of the Professor from Hogwarts during one of my hunt 6 months ago.
We can say we are friends now.
The Most shocking part is that Professor really consider me his/her friend after I helped him/her to escape after the hunt and our shared interest in Cars.
Really that Dude knows how to drive cars shocked me, cuz I have Dom's template but his/her driving skill is almost equal to Baby from the Baby driver movie even if he/she is a wizard.
And that story for another time. I really hope to catch his/her reaction when we meet.
With that thought in my mind I let the sleep consume me.