AN: Chapter eleven!
I am so sorry for the temporary hiatus – I was failing math and physics and got my computer confiscated – as you can tell, it was returned.
HP&PT are unfortunately not mine, but the plot of this story is.
"First, I will assess your magical abilities with a simple spell that will tell me whether you have enough magical power to attend Hogwarts. While you did receive a Hogwarts letter, this is the standard procedure for older students who have developed their magic later than the average wizarding child and who are seeking to attend our school," she began. "This spell is not painful and you will only feel a slight tingling."
She pulled out a stick (for that is what is was), made a strange squiggly motion and said, pointing at Fakir, "Aestimagica!"
A purple beam of light flashed towards him and Fakir fought the instinct to avoid it. This is for Ahiru, he thought. He glowed red as the spell struck him.
"What happened? What did that mean?" he asked uneasily.
"It means, Mr. Meyers," she replied, "that you will be going to Hogwarts in September. Congratulations."
AN: The incantation Aestimagica is a spell I invented for the purposes of this story, and is known primarily by Headmasters and their deputies, used when necessary. I combined the Latin words aestimare ("assess") and magica ("magic").
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