Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Inside was a shop quite unlike Ollivanders. While the Diagon Alley wand shop had rows upon rows of wands, looking as if they'd fall with a slight gust of air, this shop showed no wands behind it. A sign nearby explained why. Welcome to Waldo's Wand's Watch Your Wand Be Made In Front Of Your Very Eyes Pick Your Poison, And Add A Personal Touch Harry had just finished reading the sign when a man appeared from a side room. This stranger seemed the very opposite of Ollivander, seeming dark and sinister, while Ollivander was friendly yet a little eccentric. He was also fairly young he couldn't have been over 30. Hello, children. Are you sure you did not mean to travel into Ollivander's? I think you'll find he is the type of place you're looking for. He said, gazing at them as if they were lowly scum on the bottom of his shoe. Actually, we came here on purpose. We're looking for wands that cannot be tracked by the Ministry. Harry informed the man. As he looked like he would object about being able to do such a thing, Harry raised his bottomless money bag, shaking it for his ears to listen to it. It seemed like music to his ears. Yes.. Yes, I think I can do that for you. As you can read on the sign, you get to choose your wand ingredients, or even bring your own. Ollivander insists that the wand must choose the wizard, yet with a bit of magic, you can force a wand to choose you. Waldo smirked. Now, you sir, you can go first. Choose from the list and tell me what you want. Harry nodded and looked through the list, with it displaying the various ingredients and their prices. Noticing that if he brought in an ingredient, that part would be free, Harry raised his wand. My current wand... it is the brother of another's. Could you use the Phoenix feather inside and use it for my new wand? Harry asked. The man looked uncertain. A lot of work goes into a wand, and the last thing and wand-maker wants to do is to see one snapped... he informed the young man. Now... As long as you buy a wand from me, I will charm your current wand to be undetectable too. Waldo promised. The Chosen One nodded, once again looking at the list. Alright... I'll choose... a dragon scale wand with the core of a Dementor's cloak. Harry instructed. Oh, and if possible, make that Hungarian Horntail for the scales. Harry requested with a smirk of his own. Justice for the pain that bloody dragon did to him during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The man nodded and off to work he went. His new wand looked amazing, the crimson red scales glinting in the light. When the wand was finished, Waldo told Harry. Now for the personal touch. I need to slice your hand before you grasp the wand for the first time. Your blood will infuse with the wand and it will become yours. Well... It seemed the rumours of Knockturn Alley's dark origins were true. With a nervous nod, Harry opened up his palm and felt a blade slice it thinly. Hissing as the cool air hit the skin, the boy gripped his wand, feeling a very cold sensation due to the Dementor's touch. Your turn Hermione. He said, gazing at his new wand. Oh, and I'm paying for the both of us. He added, before Hermione could object.