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Chapter 3- The Snowball Paradox

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  “Hmm.” Marcus Ollivander held Peter’s wand between both hands, gripping it carefully from end to end. He brought it close to his ear and listened to it for several seconds, as though expecting it to whisper something only a wandmaker could understand. Finally, he lowered it. “The wand seems to have lost its true master,” Marcus said. “As far as I can tell, it belongs to Edward Black now.” Black frowned. “I’ve disarmed Peter plenty of times during lessons. Maybe that’s why.” “I don’t know. Maybe.” Marcus handed the wand back to Peter. “Too bad. I wish I could help you folks.” Peter looked at the wand in his hand before putting it away. He and Professor Black had spent nearly the entire week travelling from one healer to another, but none of them had been able to explain what had happened to him. They were finally in London now, and it had been Black’s idea to visit Ollivander before going any further. Peter, however, remained fixated on finding Salazar’s shack....
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Chapter 2- Wands And Roses

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“I’ve never seen anything like this before!” Professor Flamel exclaimed. Nearly every teacher and senior member of staff had gathered inside the Headmaster’s office. Peter sat on a chair in the centre of the room while the professors surrounded him, examining him as though he were some strange magical artefact. Everyone seemed to have a different theory about what had happened. Peter himself had none. “It could be all the stress you’ve been under since yesterday,” Black suggested. “Everything with your mother, your career, the Tournament…” Peter stared ahead blankly, still struggling to understand what was happening to him. “No, I don’t think so,” Flamel said. “Stress isn’t known to cause something like this. Although different bodies do react differently.” He paused. “I read that in a Muggle health magazine.” A few professors looked at him. Peter finally spoke. “Could it be because my mother is a Squib?” Flamel immediately shook his head. “What? No. I don’t think that’s possible.” “On...
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Chapter 1 - A Wizard

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“Lumos Maxima,” Peter whispered. The tip of his wand glowed beneath the blanket. “Lumos Maxima…” “Why can’t you just sleep?” Stewart almost cried. For the past thirty minutes, Peter had been lying under his blanket, repeatedly murmuring the Lumos spell as he tried to read something. It was nearly three in the morning, and Stewart had finally had enough. “Just a minute,” Peter said. Unlike Stewart, he was wide awake. With an irritated groan, Stewart pulled his blanket over his head and tucked himself tightly inside, covering his ears. Under his own blanket, Peter continued reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet , published only a few minutes ago. The Ministry had announced a new law concerning professional sports, and Peter had been waiting all night to find out exactly what it was. By the time he finished the article, the excitement had disappeared from his face. He looked puzzled—almost disappointed. Peter lowered the newspaper and placed his wand on the desk beside his lapto...
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