Alistair let the boys wander the shops on their own...it was the 30s, after all.
The boys were trusted to collect their wands, and suitable clothing. Ordering a whole mess of new clothes, enchanted to grow with them so they didn't have to keep ordering new ones. The enchantment made them a good bit pricier but they'd save money in the long run. They got a bunch of wizarding clothes as well as muggle styles of this time period.
The Meta Crisis was just so excited. "It's been a while since I went to a wizarding school. I believe the last time was when I actually did regenerate as a child."
"You mean the time you were running around calling yourself 'Merlin', and accidentally got the entire wizarding world worshipping you as a prophet," Jack droned.
The Meta Crisis blinked, "How do you know about that?"
"I worked for Torchwood for over a hundred years. They did a lot of research on you."
The Meta Crisis huffed, "Here I thought I was being unorthodox bringing you to the Wizarding Market."
"I actually know a lot about the Wizards from working at Torchwood," Said Jack and The Meta Crisis just pouted.
They stood on the stands, as they were measured for their orders. Neither really minded standing in there underwear, on pedestals at the front of the shop. The mirrors really showed them their new bodies.
Two other boys, dressed in only their own underwear, were chatting about Hogwarts. With a Blonde child acting like a right prat and making Slytherin look all kinds of bad.
The Meta Crisis glared as he looked at him. He actually knew Salazar Slytherin. The founder of Slytherin actually taught The Doctor everything he knew about magic. Slytherin would be ashamed of how many people like this got into his house.
The Meta Crisis got fed up with it after the boy started condemning the other child for apparently being muggle born.
"Come off it," The Meta Crisis glared, "Talk like that is the reason all the other houses hate Slytherin so much," The Meta Crisis huffed, "We need to be a better example," he looked at the other boy and extended his hand, "Call me 'Meta'. I'm what most of Slytherin house will look like," He was in Slytherin last time he was at Hogwarts. He didn't see why that would change now. "Unfortunately we have our share of prats."
The boy shook his hand, "Tom..." he introduced himself. Then, after a moment of silence, he asked, "Why do most people hate Slytherins?"
"We had some messed up Dark Lord in our recent past and now everyone blames all of Slytherin for his actions. It's pretty annoying. What's the good, in blaming an entire group of people, for the action of one man and his insane followers? Not everyone who was even in The Dark Lord's cult was a Slytherin. There were a ton of Ravenclaws and Even some Hufflepuffs. Hell even a couple Gryffindors joined him, but Slytherin is the only one who is ostracized and hated for it," he glared at the blonde.
"Meta," Jack sighed. "None of that has happened. We're about 30 years before Voldemort."
"I was talking about Grindelwald. He fought in both world wars."
The Blonde's eyes widened, then gulped. "You're seers." looking terrified.
"Time Lord," Meta waved off, "Sooooo... kinda? Regardless, Spewing all that pure blood nonsense doesn't exactly help you."
The blonde got new resolve. Scoffing, "Wizarding blood is diluted enough as is! Our genes don't overtake our DNA, like you sub-humans."
"True, if we don't do something, your species will die out, but yelling at the Muggle borns won't do any good. We need to find a way to make your magical genes more dominant, and that can only be done if research is put into it. Instead pure bloods just sit in their mansions, laying all their blames on muggle borns, instead of actually trying to fix the problem."
"What problem?" Tom asked.
Jack explained, "Thousands of years ago a powerful being, some call him the 'Unofficial Guardian of the universe'." Sparing a glance at The Meta Crisis, who flushed at the description of his original self. "Declared Earth a sanctuary, for beings without a world. Beings that had lost their homes due to a great war that took place across the stars, with all of time in the balance. They had lost much of their culture, all of their technology, and most of their populations. He brought many of those various people here.
"Wizards were one of those races. They looked like... think Lord of the Rings' Elves, but taller, and with long beards. mostly human, but beautiful beyond compare. With even the males having very soft features.
"They started interbreeding with humans and slowly their genetic make up got more and more diluted. Now wizards have barely any of those genes left and the true wizarding species long since been bred out of existence. Legend has it they didn't even need wands to bend reality to their will."
The Meta Crisis added, "Magic is just a primitive word for it. What we actually do, is use a sixth sense, that let's us interact with subatomic particles, and varying energies of the universe. It's all in the magical theory books."
Time Lords could do it to, but they also had a seventh sense. Which allowed them to perceive the 4th dimension, AKA "time". It made it hard to relate to 3 dimensional creatures. Only Time Lord priest studied magic, as the manipulation of time, was considered more important.
"So..." Tom looked thoughtful, "We're aliens?"
"Descended from Aliens yes, or at the very least beings from another dimension," The Meta Crisis nodded. "But we're mostly human at this point and our culture is fairly backwards. We still have some of our ancient knowledge. For example, potions is just a higher form of Chemistry which uses our sixth sense. You have to feel the energies and particles as they blend, and manually guide them well stirring. Even for us, it can be a difficult skill to master."
The blonde added, "Squibs can do it because we still have the Sixth sense. But their are deformities, or blockage, in our pathways. Which make actual Spell casting, near impossible."
The Meta Crisis explained, "It just means their genes are dormant like Jack's." Nodding at his friend. "But he just took a potion to treat that. So he can go to Hogwarts. Most of the time, those potions aren't available to squibs, as they cost way too much.
"They have the potential to save your entire race but the ingredients are really hard to come by and the potion can only be brewed by Masters." Meta Crisis said all in one breath.
Jack got the conversation back on track. "Squibs like me are the proof the wizarding race is dying out, but Muggle borns are our hope."
The Blonde sneered, "How are they our hope," not actually asking, "Their blood is even more diluted then it was before, after generations of breeding with muggles."
"Because their magic came back. It's proof that no matter how diluted our blood gets magic will always come back to us," Jack explained.
The blonde got quiet as he thought about that, "I... I guess that makes sense," he admitted.
The Meta Crisis nodded, "We should stop worrying so much about muggle borns, and put more research into potions to give magic. If we make them more cost effective. It could potentially save your entire race."
As The Meta Crisis and Jack left the shop, and the boys, the immortal looked at the Time Lord, "So... why did we just do that?"
"Well in a hundred years, wizards will be working on improving the Magic Blesser. They'll need all the help they can get," The Meta Crisis shrugged.
Wizards had a very long lifespan, living a few decades past 200, on average. However, because of this, they had rather high expectations for their Academia. Usually they had to study a specific field, for a hundred years, before they knew enough to pass their Mastery Exam. There were a handful of geniuses, who became masters of a magical trade while in their 50s, but they were vary rare.
That's actually why de-aged children were sent back to school. They had the opportunity to take advanced classes, usually reserved for geniuses in 3rd year.
"You think those kids will become potion masters?" Jack asked.
"It's amazing how one little encounter can completely change the destiny of a child," was all The Meta Crisis said.
They continued walking around the market, buying things for school.