Magus started his first day of school with a bang. Literally. He blew up
the plate full of fried eggs. Surprised, Harry looked up. "S' nothing
Harry. Seriously." Magus said.
"NOTHING? THE EGGS BLEW UP!" Harry yelled.
Magus looked at the remnants of the eggs. "No, I think I imploded them..."
"You?"
"Yeah. Me. Unlike all of you, I know magic. I've come here to learn to use a wand."
"If you don't have a wand, then how do you do magic?"
"Magic hands."
"Really? Is that common?"
"Nope, I'm the only one with this ability ever recorded."
"Really? Wow."
"Yup. Ready to start our first day of school?"
"Yeah."
Magus and Harry and Ron set out for Transfiguration. She impressed them all by turning into a cat and back again. She then asked them to turn a match into a needle. Magus did it in three seconds flat, and then turned himself into a large bird. He waited impatiently for Professor Mcgonagall to recognize the fact that he was doing 7th year work on his first day, but she was too busy praising Hermione Granger for making her match pointy. He turned back and Harry and Ron laughed. Hermione had seen, and was now glaring at them.
They went from class to class that week, Magus showing up Hermione constantly. Then, however, in potions class, They needed to use a wand.
"Should you ever lose your abnormality, Mr. Mcnichol, I wouldn't want you with no experience." Snape had said.
Magus gulped. His wand sparked violently.
"Now, let us start. A pinch of boomslang skin to a dash of frog gut. Repeat threefold. Add a circulate spell to combine. You should know which to use."
Magus flicked his wand. "Divarus." The cauldron blew up.
"I see we have a class dolt." Draco sniggered.
"Shut up, worm." Magus muttered. "Fanusivus." The cauldron came back together and multiplied into 20 cauldrons.
Snape walked over. "No, Mr. Malfoy is quite correct, Magus. You are a dolt."
Magus growled. This man was the dolt, Magus could have killed him with all the dark magic training he had been given, and he was TAUNTING him.
Magus ignored him, and awaited the flying lessons the next week.
"NOTHING? THE EGGS BLEW UP!" Harry yelled.
Magus looked at the remnants of the eggs. "No, I think I imploded them..."
"You?"
"Yeah. Me. Unlike all of you, I know magic. I've come here to learn to use a wand."
"If you don't have a wand, then how do you do magic?"
"Magic hands."
"Really? Is that common?"
"Nope, I'm the only one with this ability ever recorded."
"Really? Wow."
"Yup. Ready to start our first day of school?"
"Yeah."
Magus and Harry and Ron set out for Transfiguration. She impressed them all by turning into a cat and back again. She then asked them to turn a match into a needle. Magus did it in three seconds flat, and then turned himself into a large bird. He waited impatiently for Professor Mcgonagall to recognize the fact that he was doing 7th year work on his first day, but she was too busy praising Hermione Granger for making her match pointy. He turned back and Harry and Ron laughed. Hermione had seen, and was now glaring at them.
They went from class to class that week, Magus showing up Hermione constantly. Then, however, in potions class, They needed to use a wand.
"Should you ever lose your abnormality, Mr. Mcnichol, I wouldn't want you with no experience." Snape had said.
Magus gulped. His wand sparked violently.
"Now, let us start. A pinch of boomslang skin to a dash of frog gut. Repeat threefold. Add a circulate spell to combine. You should know which to use."
Magus flicked his wand. "Divarus." The cauldron blew up.
"I see we have a class dolt." Draco sniggered.
"Shut up, worm." Magus muttered. "Fanusivus." The cauldron came back together and multiplied into 20 cauldrons.
Snape walked over. "No, Mr. Malfoy is quite correct, Magus. You are a dolt."
Magus growled. This man was the dolt, Magus could have killed him with all the dark magic training he had been given, and he was TAUNTING him.
Magus ignored him, and awaited the flying lessons the next week.