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Don't mind me. A coded message as a reminder for myself.

DD&PPMtGG: 36:36 for references of a Wallflower Blush comedy. Horses.

I just know this is going to happen somewhere in this CA series...

Pinkie Pie: (Picks up a bucket of water) "PUT MY FRIEND DOWN YOU CREEPY CRONE!!! UGH!!!" (Dunks the water at Bellatrix LeStrange)

Bellatrix: (Unamused) "....What was that?"

Pinkie Pie: "You're not melting?! But...it worked in the Wizard of Oz..."

Hermione Granger: (Facepalm)

Twilight Sparkle: "You're embarrassing us, Pinkie..."

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Oh I love that one. That’s also a reference to Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost

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Might I suggest that they use their Original Equestria Girls forms for this adventure? Why because this is the world of Harry Potter remember? In which they always have to make sure that the world of magic remains secret from the world of muggles, and I’m pretty sure talking creatures from Equestria would fall in that description. I mean it’s literary Harry Potter Wizarding 101.

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You could say we're killing two birds with one stone then?

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Yep basically

This is very short scene but what the hell

Dumbledore asked "calmly"

Mane Six and Spike watched as Dumbledore running toward Harry angrily and he shook Harry's collar.

Dumbledore: Harry! Did ya put ya nam in da Gobla deh Fiya?!

Harry Potter: No!

Mane Six and Spike are confused by the way Dumbledore said

Rainbow Dash: What did he say?

Spike: He sound gibberish to me, I'm surprised Harry can understand him.

Pinkie Pie: (Shrugged) That's what you get for hiring an actor who make him too aggressive.

Mane Six and Spike stare at her confused

Pinkie Pie: Nevermind.

The Sorcerer's Stone – Dead Unicorn

Fluttershy: T_T

Erik: (From the audience) ((0_o))

Tempest Shadow: "Whoever that was...rest in peace..."

Here's one
Oliver, and Harry walk out into courtyard carrying a medium sized chest and a small wooden bat with Rainbow Dash and Applejack along side.
Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players, three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and a seeker that's you Harry.
He then puts the chest down to open it revealing three ball two which seemed to be locked in place.
Oliver: There are three kinds of balls, this one's called the Quaffle, the Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put in one of those three hoops the Keeper that me defines the hoops.
Rainbow Dash: Oh so it's like Buck Ball only more players
Oliver: Uh Buck Ball?
Applejack: In Equestria we have a game called Buck Ball similar to Quidditch. The Earthponies like me is on offense like the Chasers kicking the ball to a basket.
Rainbow Dash: And a Pegasus like me is on defense like the Keeper. The only difference is the third player who's a unicorn moves the basket to help score goals.

Prisoner of Azkaban- Dumbledore?

As the girls, Spike, and their wizard friends took their seats at their table in the Great Hall, they enjoyed Flitwick conducting the chorus. When they finished they saw an old man approach the podium.

Dumbledore: Welcome-welcome, to another year at Hogwarts!

Rainbow: Whoa, is that Dumbledore?

Rarity: He looks so different.

Applejack: He even sounds different.

Twilight: And yet he still gives off the same essence of the Dumbledore we know.

After Draco calls Hermione a filthy little m----d, one creature (take your pick) snatches his Nimbus 2001, and snaps it in half, tossing it before him.

Draco: My father will hear about this!
Creature: Whats the matter blondie? Not man enough without daddy?

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OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣

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I love it!

When they're about to serve detention in the Forbidden Forest.

Draco: And there are... werewolves!
Pinkie: (points at the forest) There. There wolves. (Points to Hogwarts) There castle.

Sorcerer's Stone

As the students were ready to head home, the girls and Spike saw Snape walking through the hall. Knowing they were wrong to assume he was the culprit decided not to leave on bad terms. They approached.

Twilight: Professor. Professor Snape!

Snape turned around.

Snape: Yes, Princess?

Twilight: We're about ready to leave. And thought we'd see you one last time.

Snape: Is that all?

Fluttershy: No, sir.

Applejack: We just want to tell you...

Rainbow: You're not such a bad professor.

Pinkie: You're all right by us.

Spike: More or less.

Snape: I see.

Twilight: Well, we'll see you next year.

Snape: It is usually not my field to give words of encouragement, but just this once. Watch yourselves. Those you least expect might turn out to be different than you imagined.

Pinkie: Like you.

Snape: Good day.

Snape left the girls and Spike.

Rainbow: He may not have been the bad guy here, but he still gives me the creeps.

Twilight: At least we know we can trust him so long as we stay on his good side.

When the group saw Snape for the first time and during the commentary later...

Starlight: Wait, Professor Flintheart?

Sunburst: Uh, who?

Starlight: That guy looks like the human version of Professor Flintheart, from Twilight's story that she told me back when I was still her student.

Luna: Hmmm, yes I do noticed the resemblance....

(Note: Yeah, you got to admit. Both Snape and Flintheart look alike considering)

I’m perfectly willing to bet that in the Goblet of Fire, when “Moody” turns Malvoy into a ferret, Rainbow Dash will react just as she usually does.

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Oh sure I know who you're talking about. Sometimes I wonder if it's coincidental that Twilight's story she told to Starlight about 'Heartswarming' and that one 'Scrooge' of a mare is in some way in relation to Starlight's own upbringing.

Order of the Phoenix

Chancellor Neighsay watches as Umbridge slowly but surely uses her position as high inquisitor to take over all of Hogwarts.

Neighsay: (To students) Was I really that bad?

Smolder: No. She's much worse.

Gallus: And that's saying something.

Chamber of Secrets

As Harry, Ron, and the Equestrian heroes left Snape's office, Pinkie was curious.

Pinkie: Was it just me, or did the classroom look like somewhere else?

Applejack: What do you mean?

Pinkie: I swear it looked like the room we first met Fluffy last year.

Spike; Now that you mention it, I did see a familiar trapdoor.

(Fun Fact: It's true. The room in which Fluffy guarded the trapdoor to the Underground Chambers was reused as Snape's Office and the new Potions Classroom setting from Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince)

This could get ugly...

Silverstream: "So in order to keep our people and our precious magic pearl safe from the Storm King, Queen Novo used the pearl to transform us all into sea ponies so that we can all hide under the sea, where the Storm King can never find us."

Harry Potter: "Amazing!"

Ron Weasely: "Bloody hell!"

Hermione Granger: "Fascinating!

Draco Malfoy: (Scoffs) "Yes, you're not dangerous at all, are you? You overgrown chicken!"

Silverstream: (angrily) "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!!"

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That also means the group will be seeing a hippogriff much sooner than in Prisoner of Azkaban. Just imagine Silverstream conversing with Buckbeak. Him even offering her one of his dead ferret meals.

Gallus-Ok, Silverstream, you know what to do, right?

Silverstream-Yeah, when you give the signal, I switch this switch.

Gallus-Not that switch, this switch.

Silverstream-Which switch is which?

Gallus-Switch this switch, just watch.

Silverstream-Switch which watch?

Gallus-I didn't say "Switch a Watch," I said watch which switch is which.

Silverstream-Where's the witch?

Gallus-Not a witch, a switch! (Grons) Did you hear anything i said?

Silverstream-Well, there was a witch the switched into a watch and uh... Oh, Gallus! I'm so confused, my head is hurting.

Gallus (Holding his head)-Your telling me.

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Push ANY hippogriff the wrong way and you won't know what hit you.

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Byte my shiny metal ass!!!!

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um....what...reference???

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Futurama's Bender?

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Ummm...i dont know the first thing about that show.
Personally, the show is stupidity at its worst.

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Yup!

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How dare you! I’ll have you know I am a fan of that show and it is stupidity hilariously at it’s best!!!!

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Mario isn’t a fan of profane humor. Nor anything that doesn’t have a happy ending.

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Thank you.

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i dare anything, for decency.

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We have enough sadness and profanity in this world already. What more do we need?

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That wasn’t a complement, merely an observation.

At Gringotts Bank

Harry: But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

Ocellus: Oh yes. And what about us? I know Headmare Twilight and the other professors will be visiting assistants for this Hogwarts. But with the six of us being exchange students, we'll need our books and such too. So where do we get OUR funds?

Hagrid: Now, don't you fret, missy. Money won't be an issue. Not where we're going.

Harry: And where's that?

*Hagrid stops outside a snowy white building that seemed to overlook all the other shops of Diagon Alley.*

Hagrid: Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'aint no place safer, 'cept perhaps Hogwarts.

*Hagrid escorts Harry and the Young Six inside where they would see several pointed-eared creatures, counting and weighing coins, and recording numbers into their ledgers.*

Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly are these things?

Gallus: Yeah, and why are these little...things even here?

Hagrid: They're goblins. Clever as they come goblins. No finer creatures at keeping your Galleons safe, especially at Gringotts. Still...not the most friendly of beasts. You all best stick close to me.

*They soon approach a heightened desk where a bespectacled goblin is recording numbers with his nose towards his ledger. Hagrid clears his throat, getting the goblin's attention as he looks up.*

Hagrid: Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal.

*The goblin looks down to Harry with a bit of a sneer.*

Head Goblin:...And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?

Hagrid: Oh wait. *Hagrid rummages through his pockets as the goblin turns back to him.* Got it here somewhere...Hah. *He finally pulls out a key which he places on the desk.* There's the little devil.

*The goblin soon notices the group of creatures standing behind Harry.*

Head Goblin:...And what of them? Have they business with the bank as well?

Hagrid: Agh...Almost slipped me mind. *Hagrid rummages his pockets again before pulling out a strange key: a two-hole key that appears to be one-half solar and one-half lunar.* Here it is. They're here to withdraw from the...*Hagrid looks around before whispering* the "royal vault".

*The goblin takes the key, examining it carefully before looking at the Equestrians with a light suspicion.*

Head Goblin: Hmmmm...Well, now...Your friends seem to have contacts in high places, Mr. Potter...to be able to access this vault. *The goblin places the key beside Harry's.*

Hagrid: Oh, and there's something else as well. *Hagrid takes out a letter wrapped in a string.* Professor Dumbledore gave me this. *He hands the goblin the letter.* It's about the you-know-what in vault you-know-which.

Head Goblin: Very well.

*Later, as the group are travelling by mine cart deep underground by several meters with a goblin named Griphook focused on driving it...*

Gallus:...So, as far as I understand it, the three denominations of British wizard money in ascending order - Knuts, Sickels, and Galleons - have their own value system that is independent of the British pound system that this country uses. And if a Sickel is worth 29 Knuts, and a Galleon 17 Sickels, and by the existing currency rate 493 Knuts, that would mean that the poorest positions in the Wizarding World would be likely paid in Knuts, maybe a Sickel or two if they're lucky, while the high-and-mighty moneymaking wizards are raking in Galleons by the cartful. Sheesh, talk about your financial inequality...Isn't that right?

*Clearly shocked by this financial analysis of the currency and of how it affects wizard society, especially Ocellus and Harry, they are silent.*

Gallus:...What? I'm a griffon, and griffons have had a beak for things like money for a long while. You guys know that.

*Soon, the cart stops outside a vault. Thankfully they won't have to ask how Gallus could analyze that much.*

Griphook: First stop: vault 687. *Griphook hops out of the cart.* Lamp, please. *Hagrid hands him the lantern who takes it over to the vault door, while Hagrid and Harry follow from behind.* Key, please.

*Griphook hands the lantern back to Hagrid and exchanges it for the key, which he then uses to open the vault door, revealing...a vault moderately piled high with Galleons just about up to Harry's height, surprising Harry greatly as he never expected to see so much gold in his life.*

Hagrid: Didn't think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing now, did ya?

*As Griphook is walking the group through a corridor, Harry and the Young Six take the time to discuss the young wizard's recent fortunes.*

Smolder: I still cannot believe that all this time, you had a family fortune and none of us even knew it. One day ago, you were sleeping on the dirt floor. Today, you're flushed with wizard cash. You must either be pretty lucky, or someone up there's crushing on you, kid.

Gallus: Don't be SO surprised, Smolder. I mean, 50,625 Galleons is pretty sizeable, but I don't know if the current salary levels of this place would consider it "wealthy".

Silverstream: Doesn't matter. The point is, Harry's moving on up the world. Isn't that just great?! I mean, it's still sad that his parents had to be dead for him to get that money, but still it's a happy feeling to have it, so yay!

Sandbar: Yeah. Probably wonder what would have happened if the Dursleys found out about his family money?

Harry: Knowing them, they'd probably ask for most of it, if not all, as "proper compensation" for "opening their home" to me when they took me in.

Smolder: Yeah...But who says you have to tell them, now you know?...And on that note, why should we have to tell them anything?

Yona: Yes. Dursleys not nice people, so they not deserve share in Harry's money.

*The group stops outside another vault.*

Griphook: Vault 713.

Harry: What's in there, Hagrid?

Hagrid: Can't tell you, Harry. It's Hogwarts business. Very secret.

Griphook: Stand back.

*Griphook draws his finger along the door. On the other side, the group can hear what sounds like multiple locks unlocking as Griphook draws his finger lower until the door slowly opens revealing a small package wrapped in string on a well-lit podium, from which Hagrid quickly takes it and pockets it.*

Hagrid: Best not mention this to anyone, Harry. Same to the six of you. *Harry and the others nod.*

*Griphook escorts the group back onto the mine cart*

Griphook: Now, do any of you have a problem with small spaces?

*While most of the group shook their heads, a certain griffon stiffens at the thought of small spaces. Before he can make his case though, Griphook turns on the mine cart, propelling it along the rails. He grips ahold of a lever, pulling it down. This reveals a concealed rail that appears to lead straight through a wall. The cart is steered onto the revealed rail and heading towards the rocky wall. As expected, Harry and the Young Six are scared at the notion of running into a wall.*

Hagrid: Now, don't you lot get yourselves into a fit. It's goblin magic we're dealing wit. We'll be fine...*in sotto voce* I hope...

*The cart reaches the wall and...phases through, leaving no trace of it or the rail upon entry. On the other side of the "wall", the mine cart is driving through a dark, narrow passage, lit only by the lantern.*

Silverstream: Uhhh...Mr. Goblin? Why are we taking this passage and not the regular one?

Griphook: This was of special request to the owners of the vault...that this key *he holds up the strange key* goes to. Special measures had to be taken so that none, except those that were granted special permissions, could access this particular vault. It doesn't even show on our layouts, and the contents of which don't show in our reports come auditing.

Smolder: Well, I guess that makes sense. I mean, if I had a hoard, I would wanna make sure that other dragons wouldn't be able to get to it. Heck, I think Gallus would agree, right?...Gallus?

*Gallus doesn't answer as he is quietly and quickly breathing in and out, trying to keep himself calm while inside this narrow passage.*

Gallus: *between breaths* What?...What'd you say?...Didn't catch that...Is...Is it me...or is this tunnel getting smaller and smaller?

Silverstream: D'oh! That's right. Gallus's little..."issue" with small spaces. *She goes in front of Gallus and holds onto his shoulder.* Gallus, just look at me, all right? *Gallus locks eyes with Silverstream, but his breathing is still frantic.* Okay, just take deep...slow...breaths...You can do it...In...and out. In...and out.

*As Silverstream repeats this, Gallus begins to breath slower and slower at the pace being set by his friend. Surely, he begins to calm down as he keeps his eyes on Silverstream's. A sense of calmness and safety washes over him as he looks deeper into her eyes, even as he slowly leans in his head to--*

Sandbar: Hey, look! A light!

*The trance is broken and Gallus looks over Silverstream's shoulder to see that there is a light coming up. As soon as the light washes over the cart and passengers, they soon behold a vast cavern strewn with waterfalls, and a large iron door sided by two alicorn statues. Clearly they depict the Two Sisters when they were younger 1000 years ago. The cart soon makes its stop alongside a ledge that leads straight to the door.*

Harry: Hagrid, what do you suppose is in this vault?

Hagrid: Well...I suppose we'll all find out. Only three people know what's in there. One is Professor Dumbledore himself, and the other two...Well, those two would be the very owners of this 'ere vault.

*Upon a closer look, the door is revealed to have two locks. Now how could ONE key be used for two locks?*

Griphook: Key, please.

*Hagrid hands the goblin the key.*

Smolder: Question: if this door has two locks, and we only have one key...How are we supposed to open it? I mean, it's not like we brought a spare key to-

*Before she can finish her statement, a hissing sound is heard as Griphook draws his finger along the middle of the strange key, creating a red line that divides the key into two...before he pulls them apart, revealing the key to have been made of two keys.*

Smolder: But...But how?

Hagrid: Oh! Well again...that's goblin magic for ya. *As Hagrid explains, Griphook brings the keys to the locks.* If it's goblin-made, only a goblin can undo any enchantments made upon it. T'aint no surprise that that key had to have been made only by a goblin.

*Griphook sticks the two keys into their locks, the solar key into the door lock with Celestia's carving and the lunar key into the door lock with Luna's, before turning them at the same time. The door slowly begins to slide sideways, slowly revealing vast piles of Galleons, Sickels, and Knuts, along with several jewels strewn around to stud the metal piles inside the vault.*

Griphook: Before their departure, the owners of this vault made very sound investments that resulted in hefty returns and added interest, which we painstakingly collected and recorded in their private ledger. I should hope that they know exactly what you'll be using this for.

*The Young Six, Harry, and Hagrid were absolutely floored by this. Never before have they ever seen so much wealth in one location before.*

Smolder: Guys...we're gonna need bigger wallets to carry all this out. Let's get grabbing and-!

Ocellus: Wait! We should ONLY take what we need for school and no more. We don't wanna cause any commotion in this world! We're new here and chances are, we might end up overcrowded if wizards and witches see us flushed with cash so soon.

Yona: Ocellus right. Yaks have saying: Have too little wood, yak freeze. Have too much wood, yak burn hut down. Have enough wood, yak keep warm.

Silverstream: Yeah, but still look at this place! Now we ALL have the same fortunes! It's a miracle, right Gallus?...Gallus?

*The others turn around to see Gallus having fainted outside the vault, possibly from the sight of all the newfound wealth.*

Silverstream:...I guess miracles make Gallus sleepy.

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Regardless, I thank you for saying it.

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I wouldn’t be surprised if this was used Word for Word!!

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OMG yes! Add this into the story please.

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U said it

(Chamber of Secrets)

The group learns of Tom Riddle's secret.

Harry: What do you care how I survived?

Rainbow: Yeah, Big V was years after your time.

Tom Riddle: Voldemort or Big V as you say, is my past, present, and future.

Tom used Harry's wand to write out his full name in flaming letters, and with a swish of the wand the letters started rearranging. Then what once read TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE now read I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. This revelation threw Harry and the group off.

Harry: You? You're the heir of Slytherin?

Spike: You're Voldemort as a teenager?

Gallus: Wow, the years definitely won't be kind to you.

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He’s got that right.

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(for the first one when they arrived in London)

Harry: (reading list) All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad.

Hagrid: Ah! Well, that shouldn't be any problem. You wouldn't want a toad, you would be the laughingstock of the school. And no cats, they make me sneeze.

Rarity: I beg to differ, sir. I got a cat of my own and she's very important to me, thank you!

Hagrid: Well, I got a dog who is scared of them. I do however suggest an owl. They are very loyal creatures and can help deliver mail and stuff.

Twilight: I gotta agree with Hagrid. I got an owl of my own and they are wonderful assistants.

Spike: (frowns while coughing a "Ahem")

Twilight: Well, next to Spike here but at night, they still are when he has to sleep.

Spike: Well, better...

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Nope... they sure won't be. How such a promising young wizard ends up surrendering himself to the darkness... in a way Voldemort is pretty much the victim of his own aspirations.

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Pinkie: A dog who is scared of cats? What kind of dog is that?

Fluttershy: Pinkie! Quiet! Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it.

Hagrid: yep, its a long story.

P.S. Fang's fear was further explored in the game Hogwarts Mystery.

Ollivanders

*Outside back in Diagon Alley, Harry, Hagrid, and the Young Six are walking through the street. Harry and his friends have bought most of their equipment, and while Harry is reading the student list, Yona is pulling all their school stuff by cart.*

Ocellus: Who would've thought everything a wizard or witch could have need actually existed in one small street like this?

Gallus: Yeah, but that's not the part that weirds me out. What's weird is that everywhere we went, just after Harry, we somehow got a pre-order on our behalf. Cauldrons, books, potion stuff? Heck, the last place we went to, "Madame Malkin's"? They not only had robes for us on back-order, but also a custom-made robe for Yona? How'd they even get her size if we've never been in this place before?

Yona:...Magic, maybe?

Gallus:...I don't think that's it.

Smolder: Gallus's right. I mean, first the Princesses' vault, and now all this? It's like someone went through a LOT of trouble to make sure we were ready for Hogwarts, along with Harry.

Sandbar: Maybe Headmare Twilight went ahead and told everyone here that-

Gallus: Nah. They wouldn't have had this kind of influence. It had to have been someone close at Hogwarts and someone famous enough to have this kind of preparation beforehand.

SIlverstream: Well, whoever they are, maybe they just wanted to help us and don't want anything in return? Like a mysterious do-gooder or, or something.

*As Silverstream offers her thoughts, she pulls out a small bag from the cart: a little personal snack that she never had before: a bag of something called "Fiendfyre Flakes", which she opens eagerly. Smolder hears the noise and turns her head, reading what it said.*

Smolder: Uhhhh, Silv? Maybe you shouldn't eat something you bought in the "Wizarding World"? *she emphasizes with quotation marks.*

*Smolder warns her friend, emphasizing with quote marks, but the warnings fall on deaf ears as Silverstream already pops a flake into her beak*

Silverstream: What's that you said? I was tasting these funny-named treats I bought and...and...they don't have flavor. Nothing, nada, zip. I mean there's a bit of a kick at the end but nothing else to really--

*Silverstream's beak clamps shut as her cheeks swell up before turning her head upward to let out a huge burst of fire, forming a serpentine dragon that flies out of her beak and breathing a bit of fire of its own before it dissipates into the air into smoke from head to tail. Silverstream is left in a robotic state with a heavily charred beak and an expression that reads "so spicy that I lost all my senses".*

Smolder: Whoa...

Ocellus: Please, we still have some school items left to purchase...Right, Harry?

Harry: Oh, yes. According to the list, we still need...wands.

Silverstream: *upon hearing mention of the word "wands", her ill-fated spice-induced trance breaks.* Wands?! You mean WE...get wands?! I always WANTED a magic wand, ever since…err, ten seconds ago!

Gallus: Uhhh....I doubt we'll be getting wands. I think that's more for witches and wizards or...oh I don't know, people who can actually DO magic?

Hagrid: Well, either way, if it's wands you be wanting, you'll want Ollivanders. *He points to the store, narrow and shabby with peeling gold letters over the door of the shop read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.* No place better. Why don't you run along in there and wait? I just got one more thing I got to do. Won't be long.

*Harry and the Young Six head into the store, quietly as they look around. There are shelves of wands in boxes, but no people.*

Harry: *Softly* Hello? Hello?

Gallus:...Maybe the owner's out to lunch? We should probably wait for them to--

Silverstream: Whoa guys!...*Harry and the Young Six turn to see Silverstream in the most dangerous situation so far...* I found a wand! *Silverstream excitedly shows them a long wand comprising of ash* Okay, guys! Who wants to see some magic?! *she emphasizes the last word in a sing-song tone*

Ocellus: Uhhhh...maybe you should put that down very slowly and carefully.

Smolder: Yeah! You might blow something up!

Silverstream: *gives a light raspberry in disbelief* That's silly. I'm not gonna blow something up. I just wanna do one teeny-weeny *she emphasizes by pinching her talons* trick. Now then...KLAATU BARADA--!

*Before she can finish, a noise comes from the back, interrupting her as she and the others turn to the back of the shop. An old man appears on a ladder and looks at Harry, the Young Six...and Silverstream. The man is Garrick Ollivander and he smiles briefly before he takes notice of the wand in her grip.*

Ollivander: I was just looking for that, my dear. Was going to put that one away for precautionary purposes, but time slipped by for me. *He climbs down the ladder and approaches the young hippogriff before gently reaching his hand out.* Best give that here. *Silverstream reluctantly obliges and places the wand in his hand.* An untrained witch with an ash wand is a rather dangerous combination, in my time as a wandmaker.

*Ollivander places the wand into an empty case before turning to Harry.*

Ollivander: All the same...I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter. *He takes the wand case and proceeds to return it to one of the shelves before carefully searching for another.* It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. Ahhh...*he selects a case and pulls out a wand, a beechwood one.* Here we are. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. *Ollivander returns to Harry, offering the wand holds it, but does nothing* Well, give it a wave. *Harry is hesitant, but waves. This causes most of the boxes to come flying out and crashing down. Harry jumps and hurriedly puts the wand back on the counter. * Apparently not. *Ollivander prepares to return the wand to its case.*

Smolder: Uhhhh…Mr. Ollivander? I thought we were just gonna get Harry’s wand and get out.

Ollivander: Oh, and you will…as soon as I find the wand that chooses Mr. Potter.

Ocellus: “Chooses”?...How’s that possible? A wand can’t choose its owner. It’s impossible…isn’t it?

Ollivander: *He turns around to address the changeling with a warm smile.* “The wand chooses the wizard,” my dear. That is a cardinal rule that all who have studied wandlore ever understood and put stock in. *He places the wand case back on the shelf.* In my understanding, no two wands are ever the same because no two wizards or witches are ever the same. Their wood, their length, their flexibility…even the creatures from which their cores come from. No two wands are ever identical in every aspect. And thus…the wand will always instinctively choose its proper owner with great prejudice, so a wand pairing is not to be taken lightly.

Gallus: Uhhh, yeah, great freebie on the lesson, but how long will this take, exactly? I mean, how many wand can one kid wizard go through?

Ollivander: *He is browsing the shelves for another wand for Harry to try.* Oh, it is…uncertain. Very few get it right on the first go…though I once recall assisting a young wizard go through…twenty-eight wands before finding the right one.

Gallus: *He widens his eyes with exasperation.* Twenty-eight tries?! We’ll never get out of this place!

Ollivander: *He grabs another wand from a box.* Perhaps this: ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches…quite springy. *Harry takes the wand, waving it at a vase, which shatters, startling Harry.* No, no, definitely not! No matter... *gets a wand from a box, but stops and becomes thoughtful*…I wonder...*He presents the wand to Harry.* Holly…and phoenix tailfeather, a rather volatile yet powerful pairing. Eleven inches, and…nice and supple. Let’s see…if this will work for you, Mr. Potter. *No sooner after Harry touches it, he suddenly glows under it, blowing his hair up and several of the paperwork in the background. Ollivander looked a bit surprised and deep in thought.* Curious...Very curious...

Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?

Ollivander: *examining the wand he gave to Harry* I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather...Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. *Points to the lighting bolt scar on Harry's forehead*

Harry: And...who owned that wand?

Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. As I have said, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes...but great. *he hands Harry back his wand before he looks to the Young Six, as if remembering something. He heads for the back of the store*

Smolder: Well…I guess if that’s all, we’ll be…going, I guess?

*Before the children could turn around, Ollivander calls out to them.*

Ollivander: Just a moment, please. I just recalled receiving a letter from Hogwarts, asking to show you six something.

Gallus: I knew it! Someone is clearly rigging things for us! Let’s just go and--! *His beak is clamped shut by Silverstream’s talons.*

Silverstream: You! Shush!...*her eyes narrow to pinpoints at Gallus.* Don’t you ruin this for me…*Her head turns back to Ollivander with eagerness.*

*Ollivander reaches past a few cases to pull out a larger case, seeming to contain more than one, the thoughtfulness returning.*

Ollivander: Could they be…? *He brings the large case to the counter, significantly worn by time as if it has never even seen the light of day until now.* I do not know why I was bidden to show you these…but considering the circumstances with an Equestrian party in my shop...

*Harry and the Young Six widen their eyes upon Ollivander’s recognition.*

Sandbar: Wait, you knew where we came from? But…But how?

Ollivander: I remember every wand I ever sold…and two of them went to two very promising young rulers and magic users during their time here. Both of them received black walnut wands with phoenix tailfeather cores, which they provided themselves. The elder’s wand was thirteen inches and quite reasonably supple. The younger’s was a mere nine inches and…well, brittle. *He places the wand case onto the counter.* But these wands? These are among some of the finest work that the Ollivander family have made in over 2,300 years…*The case opens, revealing a set of six oddly shaped wands. Ollivander explains each one going from left to right.* English oak, unicorn hair, eleven inches, quite solid. Dogwood, phoenix tailfeather, ten inches, slightly springy. Black walnut, unicorn hair, eight inches, surprisingly swishy. Red oak, dragon heartstring, nine-and-a-half inches, swishy. Pine, phoenix tailfeather, nine inches, unyielding. Willow, unicorn hair, seven-and-a-half inches, pliant.

*The Young Six are amazed by the sheer craftsmanship of the six wands…all save Gallus.*

Gallus: Okay, and…what? Are we supposed to…what, just take them ourselves?

Ollivander: Well, if the wands deem you worthy owners…then essentially, yes.

Gallus: And how do we find that out?

Ollivander: You don’t. The wands will tell you. It’s just a matter of…feeling them out.

*While the Young Six are confused by this, Gallus is more skeptical about it until a strange sound can be heard…coming from one of the wands. Slowly he is compelled to approach the wands, as if he is in a trance, which is noticed by the others. His claw slowly reaches out to wave over them. Suddenly getting a strange sensation from his paw hanging over the pine wand…he compulsively grabs it, the same glow surrounding Gallus though it is more of a light purple aura that radiates throughout before being absorbed into the wand, as if it is awakening from a dormant slumber. A reaction like this greatly surprises everyone…but none more so than Ollivander who slowly gives a smile.*

Ollivander: It appears…your wand has chosen you.

*Curious, one by one the remaining Young Six approach the wand case, feeling out the wands. As soon as each of them feels that same sensation over a certain wand, the moment they pick it up, their bodies too glow with specific auras that are then absorbed into the wands, reawakening them. From Gallus’s view, he saw that each of the auras resembled the same colors that surrounded them when they first stopped Cozy Glow from destroying all the magic in Equestria.*

Silverstream: Wow…

Sandbar: That was…something…

Smolder: It almost felt like…

Yona: Yona and wand…

Ocellus: were meant to be together…

Ollivander: A perfect pairing, indeed. *He approaches the Young Six with intrigue and relief.* Never thought I would live to see the day…that those wands would find their next owners…

*The Young Six are surprised by this, especially Gallus.*

Gallus: “Next”? You mean…these wands belonged to other witches and wizards?

Ollivander: Why, yes…These were made by my grandfather, Gerbold Ollivander. Made for six powerful witches and wizards. Very different, not just in skills and strengths…but also from different schools of wizardry~

Smolder: Wait, different schools? You mean, there’s more than just Hogwarts in this world?

Ollivander: Oh yes…There are many schools where young wizards and witches would train around the world. And as an Ollivander, I can remember specifically which wand served which graduate. *He points to the willow wand held by Sandbar’s hoof.* That was made for a Hogwarts witch. *Then to the dogwood in Silverstream’s claws.* The dogwood was crafted for a young witch in Madame Beauxbatons’ Academy, in France. *To the red oak in Smolder’s claws* The red oak, for a fierce and mighty Durmstrang wizard, of the Scandinavian Northlands. *The English oak in Yona’s hoof* The English oak made for a sturdy and stubborn Koldovstoretz wizard, deep within Russia. *The black walnut in Ocellus’s hoof* The black walnut for a studious and curious witch of Mahoutokoro on the island of Minami Iwo Jima, in Japan’s seas. *He finally turns to the pine wand in Gallus’s wand.* And this?...This wand…the pine wood…It was a crafted for an ingenious, independent…and very protective wizard from America’s Ilvermorny School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. Different wands, these may be…and their owners even more so…but when used together…they did great and wondrous things…until…they gave their lives together. My family has kept these wands for sentimental purposes, but it would seem…these would be better suited to younger hands than mine.

Gallus: But…But wait. None of us can even do magic! How can a wand pick someone who can’t even do magic?

Ollivander: It can’t. You say none of you bear any noteworthy magic. Well…perhaps these wands think otherwise. The wand always chooses the wizard, my young griffon. Always…

*Before Gallus can even retort, a knock is heard from outside the shop. Harry and the Young Six turn around to see who it is while Ollivander returns to his work. *

Hagrid: Harry! Harry! Happy birthday, Harry! *It is Hagrid…and he appears to be holding a cage with a female snowy owl. Harry has a pet of his own now?*

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Nice job man! This should definitely be used in the story! 👍

Young 6 get theirs wands!