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"This may take a bit Hagrid," Xander said as he heard Olivander call, "Saint Mungo's!" and floo off. "If you've got anything you need to do, now would be a good time."

"I do need to pick up some stuff," Hagrid admitted, shaking his head.

"Go ahead, I'll be fine," Xander encouraged him. "Ollivander's probably going to be gone for at least an hour."

"I'll be back in a little while to see if you need anythin'," Hagrid promised as Xander shoved him out of the shop.

Five Minutes Later

"Bored, bored, bored," Xander muttered, his eyes wandering around the shop.

Walking behind the counter he found a shelf of books, apparently written by Ollivander himself, dealing with various aspects of his business, including a small book that gave instructions on how to run things for any assistants he might have. Having nothing better to do, Xander started reading through it and found a lot of very strange rules with some very good reasons behind them. Following the instructions, he opened a drawer and found a dusty silver ring that he polished and put on, causing a slight tingling sensation to run over his skin as he found himself plugged into the wards.

The shop's wards were mainly informative, they whispered into his brain countless things about the environment around him and even himself. Most of the information was useless, he didn't really need an exact count of the number of hairs on his balls or the length of his big toe, but there were some very interesting bits of information, like the bindings on his magic and the soul fragment in his scar.

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