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Harry pulled the tattered old book out from underneath his bed and began rapidly flipping through the pages, scanning each and every one for anything useful to help him with the spell he was about to perform.
He was not worried about the decree for underage wizardry because he was not just a wizard but a warlock as well.
And he has been a warlock since he was eight years old.
He laughed at the memory of having to try and look ignorant in his first year. He could probably do more magic then all of them but he still kept his power a secret.
Maybe this was the power that Voldemort didn't know about? Harry shrugged off the thought.
Glancing down at the page he grimaced 'skinning curse' he thought with distaste. Skimming through the book he came to a page and found exactly what he needed.
Transmogrification spell
Eye of newt
Sands of medina
Blood of the mother
The urn of Osiris
A grin swept over his features for a brief second before it disappeared and a frown took its place.
Where was he going to get some of this stuff? A thought hit him, he remembered in the trip to Diagon Ally last year Mr Weasley told him a new shop had opened in Knockturn Alley apparently it was called 'the magic box'.
It was owned by... 'what was his name' he thought frantically "Oh!" he cried "Mr bogarty" he smirked silently as he tore off a piece of paper and wrote down the ingredients he would need.
Tonight he was going to pay a visit to Knockturn Alley, he was getting Amy back.
A/N: sorry! I thought this chappie would be longer but sadly no. any who next chapter coming soon.
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