"But...but I was just doing what Dumbledore asked me!" Hagrid's voice was almost a whine as they left the bank.
"Dae nae git me stairted oan him!" McGonagall responded, her native accent coming out with a vengeance, "He's git plenty o' explaining tae dae as weel! 'N' dinnae think ye'r aff th' hook juist yit either!"
"Um..any idea what the heck she just said?" Harry asked, scratching his head.
"Sounded something like not getting a dinner started on him...or something." Fubuki shrugged.
"I believe she intends to have a rather...involved discussion with the headmaster and Mr. Hagrid concerning that Philosopher's Stone." Genos said, getting a collective 'Oh.' from the others.
Once she was done laying into her fellow magical, McGonagall took a cleansing breath, "Well, I believe getting 's materials are in order now. The book shop, Flourish and Blotts is closest, so I suggest we head there first…"
"Fubuki and I can go." Tempest said, tearing the book section off the list, "There's more than enough of us to split up and get most of it all once. Besides, I'm getting hungry and the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go eat."
"Agreed. I will acquire the cauldron and basic supplies." Genos joined in, taking that particular portion of the list.
"But…!" McGonagall started, but the three had already started off. "Hagrid, take them to go get Mr. Potter's robes. I'll go with Mr. Genos to help him find the correct shops." She sighed before hurrying off after him.
"Wanna just work down the list?" Fubuki asked, ignoring the outraged look she was getting from an old lady with a vulture-topped hat.
"Young lady, put some proper clothes on this instant! Both of you!" She demanded.
"Oh please, you oughta see when we go casual." Fubuki snarked, smirking a little at the way the lady's jaw dropped once it sank in what she meant before turning back to her sister.
"Long as we find it all. What's first?" Tempest replied.
"'Standard Book of Spells. Grade 1'" Fubuki looked over at the shelves as Tempest hovered up near the top of the bookcases, "Shouldn't be too hard to spot."
"Here's one." Tempest pulled out a dull blue book with the title embroidered on the front and tossed it to her, "Next."
"'A History of Magic'" Fubuki rolled her eyes when she heard the woman start up again, this time about 'taking the levitation charm off her daughter'. "Ok, first off, she's my sister." she shot the woman a dirty look. "Second, she can fly on her own.
"What she said, so buzz off." Tempest threw in, not even looking at her.
Unfortunately, this just got her worked up even more, because she puffed up and made weird hyperventilating noises. "Where are your parents!?" she demanded. "I will be having words with them about your attitudes!"
The sisters just looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Fubuki wiped her eyes. "Good luck finding them!"
The woman gave her a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"
"They aren't even IN this country, lady." Tempest said, once she managed to stop her own giggles. "Now, how about you go annoy somebody else before we decide you're being being a pain in the ass? Fubuki, what's next on the list?
"Wh-wha…why I NEVER!" She huffed, looking thoroughly offended.
"Try it, I hear it's a great stress reliever." Fubuki said. With that, they both headed off a different aisle, leaving her just standing there, a mix between sputtering in shock and insulted squawking.
"Three hundred galleons! You'll never get a better offer for it!" Bertrand Wiseacre, the owner of Wiseacre's Wizarding Supplies, once again tried to haggle with McGonagall, much to her increasing annoyance.
"Mr. Wiseacre!" She snapped, "For the last time, Mr. Genos is neither a golem NOR for sale! Merlin's whiskers, I don't even own him!"
"Even so," Genos picked up a nearby cauldron, examining it. "I have run calculations based on the prices and materials of your products as compared to prices of similar, non-magical objects available in the Non-Magical World, along with a list I was able to acquire at Gringotts listing the Pound/Galleons and Yen/Pound exchange rate." He looked the shop owner straight in the eye. "And I believe a more appropriate price regarding the materials, techniques, and functions of my super-structure would be one million, seven hundred forty-nine thousand, three hundred forty-nine Galleons, fifteen sickles, and twenty-four-point-five Knuts. I'm not sure how that gets rounded in regards to fractions, and exact Yen values are a good deal smaller than most other currencies."
"One...one mill…" Wiseacre trailed off as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he slowly sunk to the floor in a dead faint.
"Also," Genos added while McGonagall went to make sure the shop owner hadn't injured, " The products here are very substandard." he held up the cauldron from before. "I'm detecting a dangerously high percentage of lead in this pewter."
"Dangerous? But it's just lead." She replied, taking a stick out and waving it at the unconscious man.
"Lead is an extremely toxic material, Mrs. McGonagall. Poisonous as well. It's capable of causing kidney damage, partial blindness, memory loss, reduced reaction time, and coma. As well as developmental issues, lethargy, and kidney failure in children. And symptoms don't usually show until dangerous amounts are in the body."
"Oh...oh my." McGonagall paled when he listed those off.
He sat the cauldron back down. "I can acquire the materials for a higher quality cauldron, as well as the other items, in London."
"Um...q-quite." She said, still a little unnerved by what he said, "Perhaps we should go get Mr. Potter's starting potion ingredients."
"Very well." Genos calmly followed her out, but not before giving the shop contents one last look, and giving it a somewhat disappointed shake of his head.
By the time they left, a hand rose up shakily from behind the counter. "One...one million…ahh.."
Before its owner passed out again.
"Um...welcome to Madam Malkin's?" The assistant said hesitantly, looking at Saitama's bright yellow jumpsuit before shifting to Harry. "Here for your school robes?"
"Yeah, the list said I gotta get a few." He replied, "I was a size sixteen last time I got shirts."
She looked at him with more than a bit of confusion, "Yes...now, just...just step on the podium and she'll be with you in a minute." She gestured to where an older lady wearing mauve was pinning up fabric on a short platinum blonde.
Both of the monster killers blinked, neither of them were expecting these to be custom jobs. "May as well get it over, Harry." Saitama said, taking a small book out from where and going over to lean against the wall.
Harry sighed. He never did like clothes shopping all that much, but went ahead and got up on it. The assistant throwing a big robe on him before pinning it up as well.
"Well, while Harry gets that done, I'll be back in a few." Hagrid told Saitama while this was going on, part of him wondering why the man was reading his book in reverse.
"Ok." He replied, glancing at the big man briefly before going back to reading.
Meanwhile, Harry had gotten the attention of the blonde, who turned out to be a boy around his age, though the way he seemed to have sneering as a standard feature on his face made it hard to look at him without snickering.
"Hogwarts, too?" The blonde asked after sparing him a glance.
'Yeah."
For some reason, he seemed to take that his cue to start going on about his parents getting his stuff, then something about 'bullying' his dad into getting him a broom and sneaking it to school.
"Have you got your own broom?" He asked, the tone sounding like he was demanding an answer.
"Nope." Harry replied, trying to tune the kid out.
"Do you play Quidditch at all?"
"No." 'The hell's 'Quidditch'!? Sounds like a drunk trying to talk while puking.'
"I do. Father says blahblah blah blah blah-blah…OI! Pay attention to me!" The blonde snapped after a minute of finally being tuned out, "I said is that bald man with you?"
"My cousin." 'Please shut up.'
"Why is he dressed so...so bizarre!? Where are your parents? Are they even our sort!?"
"Nunya."
"What?"
"Nunyabusiness." Harry muttered, not sure what was bugging him the most; the way Blondie seemed to be demanding answers, or the whiny, nasal sound of his voice in general.
Now, usually, something like that would flat out tell someone you didn't wanna talk to them. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to register with this guy, "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that!?"
"There you go, dear." The woman spoke up before either of them could say any more, "We'll have your robes ready the day after tomorrow."
"Thanks." Harry replied, eager to get out out of there and away from the boy who wouldn't shut up.
"Seriously, you'd figure he'd get the hint after I stopped listening, but it was still yakyakyak!" Harry grumbled to Hagrid's gift, a snowy white owl by the name of Hedwig, who was currently perched on his shoulder.
Hedwig just chuffed and did the avian version of a shrug, as if to say 'Eh, what can you do?'
The next (and last, at least for today) place to go was a shop called Ollivander's for a wand. The inside was dusty and barren except for a chair Hagrid decided to sit in and thousands of thin boxes lining the walls. And aside from a faint bell in the back, the place was morgue-quiet.
"H-" A soft voice started before Harry and Saitama suddenly shifted to look at an old man behind them.
"BLOODY HELL!" The man shrieked, jumping back and almost falling on his ass; Hagrid nearly doing the same, "I...I think I just wet meself!"
"You Ollivander?" Saitama asked, watching the guy wave a polished stick around his pants.
"Indeed. Garrick Ollivander, purveyor of wands." The man replied, catching his breath, "Merlin, so that's what it feels like...now, Mr. Potter, I've been wondering when you'd arrive. Let us begin, shall we?" He quickly took one of the boxes out from the stacks and opened it, revealing a foot long stick before handing it to him, "Just give it a wave, see if it's compatible with you."
Harry shrugged and started to swing…
Meanwhile...
"Ladies, I take it you didn't have much trouble finding Mr. Potter's books." McGonagall asked once she caught back up with Tempest and Fubuki. Genos had already left to go search for some lead-free pewter.
"Yeah, aside from some crazy lady bitching about our clothes." Tempest muttered, "So what's left?"
"Well, if he's already gotten his robes done,they should be getting his wand by now."
"Ok, this is something I've been wondering about." Fubuki said, wiggling the one in her hand, "If you guys can cast spells, what you need a wand for? Don't you use phrases and gestures?'
"I'm not really sure what you mean by 'gestures', Miss Fubuki, but a wand is needed, for two reasons. First, it acts as a focus to channel a witch or wizard's magic into a suitable form for spells."
"Oh, kinda like training wheels on a bicycle?" She asked, "Helps you figure out to do it on your own once you don't need it anymore."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow slightly, 'Don't...need…? Foreigners are an odd lot..' "Second, it doubles as an amplifier since the majority of casters' magical auras diffuse-
"An amplifier!?" Tempest shouted, glaring at her with a mix of shock and anger, "YOU'RE GIVING HARRY AN AMPLIFIER!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!?"
*BA-TOOM!*
The explosion echoed through Diagon, rattling several windows and more than a few teeth.
Back at Ollivander's...
"Oops." Harry said as he, Saitama, and Ollivander looked through where a large section of the store's front used to be…
And a dazed Hagrid laying in a heap against the shop on the other side of the road. "Daddy, the rutabega's bein' an old fart again!" He slurred slightly as others began trying to help him up.
"Well, definitely not that one." Ollivander commented, gingerly pulling the remaining half of the wand out of Harry's hand and offering another. "Try this." He quickly regretted it three seconds later as he watched the orange beam sear a hole through his roof.
"A light saber, neat!" Saitama spoke up.
"Yes...neat…" He replied, hoping it wasn't going to rain soon.
"Perhaps it would be best if I helped." Ollivander almost jumped when a young man covered in metal landed in front of the hole.
"Hey Genos. I thought you were getting Harry's school supplies with McGonagall." Saitama said, watching him step inside.
"I was. Unfortunately the items on sale are quite subpar, so I went into London to find some higher quality materials. Was searching for some leadless pewter when I detected a high-energy discharge. It would appear my decision to return was wise." Genos looked up at the hole, "I believe I can help narrow down the search so there's less collateral damage."
Ollivander just gave a chuckle, "I sincerely doubt that, young man. The wand chooses the wizard."
Genos, however, was already looking up and down the stacks, "Each one is carrying their own magical frequency. Simply a matter of locating the one with…" He calmly removed one and handed it to Harry, "A frequency matching his."
As soon as Harry waved it, a gout of red and gold sparks shot out, looking more like fire than anything. "Huh, is it supposed to heat up like this?"
"Here, I believe I can fix that, Harry." Genos took the wand, "Mr. Ollivander, you wouldn't happen to have a needle on hand, would you?"
"Oh, um, one second." He took his own wand out and plucked a loose thread from his shirt. A quick wave and Genos now had a thin silver needle, "What exactly do you plan to do?"
"Due to the training Harry underwent with Sensei and Tempest, his…'magical' aura is exponentially stronger than average for his age," He calmly nodded to the store's two new openings while etching something near the handle, "As you can plainly see. The wands simply can't handle the strain of channeling that much energy.
"Yes, it was certainly something to see."
"Fortunately, while searching a secondhand shop in London, I found a notebook on runes that had somehow found its way there. There were several runes in it that, on studying, will act as a buffer to help limit and keep the magic within the wand's tolerances. As well as allow the internal components to adapt to the higher levels until it can handle him using it at full power."
"Well, that makes sense...I think." The old wizard then took a closer look at the wand. "Curious…" He said, "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter." He then went on about his mom and dad's wands, then his, before adding, "The phoenix that gave the feather for yours also gave one other. And I'm sad to say that its wizard is the one who killed your parents...and gave you that scar." He pointed to the one on Harry's forehead.
"Speaking of which, what is the name of the man who killed them?" Genos asked.
"Oh, very few dare to say his name, he was that terrifying." The old man took a deep breath, "Voldemort."
"To quote Metal Bat, that's a stupid name." Genos commented, "Loosely translated, it means 'running away from death'."
"Really?" Ollivander frowned, "Well...it doesn't seem quite that intimidating when you put it that way."
"At least now I know who to punch." Saitama added, holding up a fist. And for some reason, the wandmaker felt himself feeling a little sorry for the Dark Lord…
Just a little.