"This is not possible," stated Ben, his green eyes flashing with annoyance.

"Why not?," questioned Gwen, brushing her long red hair out of her face. "You know magic exists."

Ben answered, "Because people would to be way stupid to ignore a community of magicians on top of aliens running around everywhere."

Gwen stated, her green eyes rolling at her cousin's stupidity, "To most people, it's probably the same. See something weird, just ignore it."

"But why in England?," asked the young hero. "Why me?"

Grandpa Max came up and stated, "You're going to Hogwarts because of a treaty. It's a long story. All you need to know is that their police force needed to trust the Plumbers. You must have some magic, not nearly as much as your cousin, but enough to qualify. Actually, of what I've seen of the magical community, you are more of a normal wizard. Gwen's magic is a lot more powerful than most. Also, pretty sure the school itself is in Scotland."

Ben was definitely grumpy. He wasn't exactly sure he liked the idea of being trapped in a foreign school with his cousin. They might be getting along a little better than they had last summer, but they still weren't that close.

The Tennyson family packed up their camper and headed back to Bellwood. Max called together his sons and their wives to explain about Ben and Gwen's opportunity. They were not happy about sending their 11-year old children across the pond to a boarding school for the next 7 years, but Max Tennyson was a very convincing man.

After a couple of weeks, Max took his favorite niece and nephew to London. He followed a map to a place called the "Leaky Cauldron". The Tennysons walked into the pub. Max went over to the Bartender and asked, "Excuse me sir, can you tell me how to get to Diagon Alley?"

Tom, the bartender, replied, "First year muggleborns? I'll take you in."

The three Tennysons followed Tom behind the pub. He tapped some bricks in a counter-clockwise order. The wall opened up to reveal a large, shop filled street.

They went to Gringotts and exchanged their money for Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.

Ben whispered to his cousin, "What a silly currency. It's so complicated."

Gwen replied, "For once, I completely agree. It's like wizards want to make change difficult."

After they walked out of the bank, Grandpa Max pulled out some money and handed it to Gwen. He said seriously, "I'll get most of your stuff. I trust you to stick together and get your robes and wands. Meet me back at the pub where we came in at. You can do some window shopping while I get everything else."

Grandpa Max left the cousins to decide where to go. He thought that they were mature enough not to do anything stupid.

Ben and Gwen looked at each other and at the same time said, "Wand?" They then nodded at each other.

They raced all the way to Ollivander's, a place they had taken note of when they passed by the first time. They went in to the musky, dusty shop.

A fairly creepy old man said, "Ah, First-years. Twins, I presume?"

Gwen and Ben said simultaneously, "Cousins, first-cousins."

Mr. Ollivander started pulling out wands for them to try. Gwen ended up with an 11 ¼ inches live oak wand with a dragon heartstring core after a few tries.

Ben, however, took much longer. Mr. Ollivander said, "Maybe, just maybe…"

He went towards the back and pulled out a box that appeared to be very old.

He pulled out the wand and handed it to Ben. As soon as he touched it, the wand glowed.

Mr. Ollivander said, "That is one of the most unique wands in the world, 12 ¼ inches, Hawthorn with a thestral/unicorn highbred tail hair. This was the last wand my father ever made. An incredibly potent wand, well versed in transfiguration and defense. Use it wisely."

The cousins paid for their wands and walked away. They then got measured and fitted for their robes. They then went to the pub to find Grandpa Max waiting for them. He had two large cases with everything they would need for the train ride tomorrow.