Odin In The Wizarding World

''What? How do I look?''

''So dashing!'' Exclaims Madam Madkin. ''So dreamy!'' Comments Ginny unconsciously with hooded eyes while Hermione just says. ''You look fine, Eddie. Mighty fine.''

''Thanks, Hami...'' Turning to Ginny, Edward asks her. ''How much for my three outfits and her dress?''

Not even giving Ginny time to answer the question, Madam Madkin states. ''200 Galleons!''

''Deal.'' States Edward, before the redhead is even able to say something.

As Hermione and Edward are leaving the store, she tells him. ''You could have been a little bit nicer to Ginny...''

''Why should I have been?'' Asks Edward, while taking the bags containing their purchases out of her hands before presenting her his left arm.

Linking her arm with his, Hermione tells him mockingly while leaning into him. ''Because she is clearly into you.''

Snorting as they walk down the street, Edward retorts. ''She was what? Ten? Clearly two young for me!''

''Really?'' Asks Hermione, a little bit too exited or his liking.

Nodding, he retorts. ''Defensively. She is practically a child. I bet she has a crush on every good looking or famous guy.''

Rolling her eyes she tells him. ''How did you know? She has a crush on Harry since forever... Now tell me big brother do I have a potential sister-in-law?''

''Technical not currently...'' Answers Odin casual before noticing his sisters menacing cold stare. Changing the topic from himself to her, he asks. ''... What about you? Aren't Harry or Weasly not to your liking?''

Blushing, Hermione screams at him for the first time saying him. ''Ron? Are you nuts? Harry maybe... I don't know...'' Looking up to Edward, she murmurs. ''... He is great and all, but not as great as big brother.''

Able to understand her but playing dumb, Edward asks her. ''Say what?''

''Nothing...'' Says Hermione, while tightening her grip on his arm. Spotting something up a head, she suddenly asks him. ''... Hey don't you still need a new wand? Ollivanders is right there.''

Spotting the shop thanks to it's obvious signs, he smiles down at her. ''Yes, I do.''

''Great!...'' She says, while taking the shopping bags from him stating. ''... Now you go in alone. Meeting at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. I still have to get my books.''

That said, Hermione leaves him alone in front of the seemingly empty wand shop. Enterring, Edward is surpised how disorderly, orderly the shops general interior is. Hundreds or thousands of boxes containing wands are seemingly chaotically and at random stored in shelfs that fill three of the shops four walls including a small corridor to the left. Looking at the large amount of boxes, he somehow discovers the underlying rules that are applyed to seemingly random storage system.

But before he is able to fully comprehend all it's secrets, his cincentration is broken by the shops owner Ollivander himself. ''Mr Granger. Never thought to see you in my humble shop. Didn't you already buy a fancy wand from Gregorovitch?''

''Yes, I did, but it was fried by a spell I cast...'' Explains Edward still wearing his outfit withe the golden tie.

Looking first surprised than curious, Ollivander asks him. ''Could I have a closer look of that fried wand?''

Shacking his head, Edward tells the wandmaker. ''I am sorry, but I lost it during the fight, as I switched to one that previously belonged to one of my slain enemies.''

''Can I have a look at the one you are using now?'' Asks Ollivander feeling a wand hidden in Edwards sleeve.

Drawing his crude silver grey wand, Edward hands it over to the wandmaker with some curiosity and distrust saying. ''Here. It isn't a really good wand, but at the moment it is still working.''

Taking the wand from him Ollivander instantly discovers fine hair sized cracking all over the wand. '' Damaged... 7"... unyielding... Aspen wood... with a Dragon heartstring core...'' States the wandmaker more to himself than to Edward while flexing and appreciating the wand. Returning the wand, he tells the former Allfather announcing. ''... This wand belonged to Fenrir Greyback. I guess that many parents will wnat to thank you for killing that monster...''

Taking the wand, Edward tells Ollivander. ''I didn't do it for them but me and the people that I care about...'' Storing the wand back in his sleeve, he asks. ''... So, how much is a new wand that can withstand my power?''

''If the damage on Greybacks wand is anything to go by, than I don't think a wand produced today whill be able to withstand your magical powers. I even dought that any wand can, except... maybe...'' Explains Ollivander, before drifting off into his own thoughts and staring out of the window.

''Maybe what?'' Asks Edward harshly after waiting for a few minutes for Ollivandor to finish his sentence.

''Are you knowledgeable in myths and legends, Mr Granger?...'' Asks the wandmaker to which the former Allfather is only rolling his eyes. Frownning Ollivander concretizes his question. ''... I mean the 'Tale of three brothers' in particular. Do you know it?''

As he is sorting through his predecessors memories, discovering nothing, Edwards face freezes, as his lack of knowledge regarding this worlds history and customes becomes painfully obvious.

''No. I can't recall having ever heard about that specific tale.'' He tells the wandmaker, while swearing to himself that he would read up on this issue to remedy that weakness.

''Very well, than. I have no time to tell you that tale in full, but...'' Ollivander tells Edward, while visibly concentrating. ''... the main take away from it are the three Deadly Hollows. One an invisibly cloak another a stone that resurrects the dead and the Elder Wand. Interresting to your situation is only the last one since it is believed to be unbeatable like death itself.''

''So you are telling me to get that Elder Wand instead of selling me a new one?'' Asks Edward floored by the stupidity of this shop owners sales tactics. -Doesn't he want to sell wands?-

Smiling, Ollivander tells him. ''Exactly!. I don't know what makes your magic different from everybody elses...'' -Obviously because I am using a more refined and sophisticated version of magic.- Thinks Edward while listening. ''..., but I can already foretell from my decades of experience, that you will be frying wands on a regular basis.''

Not wanting to point out the wandmakers apparent lack of interest of generating revenue, Edward asks him instead. ''So where do I get this unbeatable wand from?''

''That my friend is something noboy knows expat the one who has it...'' Seeing Edwards disappointed and angry face, the wandmaker ads. ''... but it is rumoured that our friend Gregorovitch once owned it. How he is still alive today if he ever did is beyond me if you ask me.''

''I guess I will have to talk to Mykew when I am back in Russia...'' States Edward, before getting an idea and asks. ''... But what can you do to help me for now? Is it possible to repair or rework Greyback's wand to make it last longer? A year is all I am asking!''

Frowning Ollivander states with a strange look. ''Well, I guess I could enforce the core with with gobblin silver...''

Half an hour later Edward leaves the wandmaker, his pockets empty but with a reworked wand he calls 'Gungnir' after his favourite spear from back in Asgard. Meeting up with Hermione at the ice cream parlor, they return home. The next day Edward says his goodbyes to his mother and adopted father, before accompanying Hermione to platform 9 3/4 and returning to Durmstrang himself.