A Day in Magic=Majestic Life

| Updated: July 14, 2021 12:50 am

It was a lazy summer day. I was having cornflakes with my favourite strawberry shake. As I was about to take a sip, a velvety phoenix swooped in and dropped my juicy shake. Before I could do anything, my glass was on the floor that ended up being a mess. In a fit of rage, I chased the poor bird and forced it out of the window. I found a white envelope (which was not white anymore) as I cleaned the floor. The envelope said Hogwarts in bold. I ignored it as I thought it was a prank and kept it aside. To my utter shock, the envelope opened itself and started mouthing the words written in it. The last line said, “Welcome to Hogwarts! You are invited to Hogwarts, the world of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” The letter left a ticket and a list of things that are available only at Diagon Alley.

I was puzzled as I had never heard of a place named Diagon Alley. It is not in Ahmedabad. At night when my uncle came home, I told him all about it. He was shocked as he knew about Hogwarts. Then I found my brain on the ground as I found out that my uncle went to Hogwarts and was a hero in his time in Hogwarts, “The great Harry Khandwala.” We sat that night in a different room. We talked about all of his adventures and days at Hogwarts. He told me about Diagon Alley and took me there the next day. We walked down the green, smoke-filled path and landed straight in Gringotts, the bank of wizards. My uncle took me to his chamber in the bank. Throughout the way, I was excited to see the little goblins and the work system. My uncle pointed at the money in his chamber and told me that he saved it for my fees when my day comes to go to Hogwarts.
We met Hermoine Granger, the Mayor of the Society, on our way out. She explained to us about the system and how this world works. She also told me about my uncle and his naive days. We met Ron, owner of a local shop who is Hermoine’s husband. He gave me some free toys and books for my studies. The last thing on my list was my first wand. We were on the way to Ollivanders to buy the said wand.

On our way, I saw an old woman who was covered in a scarf, I ignored it and went into the shop, but it is altogether a different story. Afterwards, Ollivander welcomed us and explained the wand choosing process for every witch or wizard. Then, I was handed a hornbeam wand made from a dragon’s heartstring. And when I swished the wand, it turned the whole shop upside down. Before I could do anything, a wand automatically came into my hand. So, I tried a swish { but I knew nothing would work}. I was surprised as nothing was wrong. I was awestruck when everyone around me said that it was blackthorn. And it was made by the same material used to make my uncle’s wand and the wand of you know whose!

Mithilesh Khandwala is a class 6 student at the Anand Niketan School, Satellite areas, Ahmedabad, Gujarat.

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