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It had been centuries since the last time Apollo visited Magical Britain, but Diagon Alley was as colorful as he remembered it to be. Stores showcased their latest product as shoppers passed by carrying their bought items. Children excitedly dragged parents along, as it was currently summer and the new school year would soon start.
Apollo made his way to the public owl post office to deliver an application letter to the Hogwarts headmaster. Once his letter was sent, he left to complete some more errands. First, he went to Ollivander’s to get a new wand. His last “wand” was actually an ancient staff personally built by the first Ollivander in 382 B.C.E. Apollo was fairly certain carrying around an over 2 millennia year old ancient staff in the modern era wasn’t a very good idea, especially since he needed to look like a normal wizard.
Apollo spotted Ollivander’s wand shop on the other side of the alley from the post office and made his way over. Inside, every wall was covered from floor to ceiling with rows of dusty boxes of wands. Behind the counter sat the master wandmaker himself.
“Welcome to Ollivander’s, sir! How can I help you?” Ollivander cheerfully asked as he scrutinized Apollo, as if he realized something was off with his new customer but not sure what.
“Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I’m in need of a new wand,” Apollo answered. Suddenly, every wand in the shop began shaking and vibrating. Ollivander gaped as dozens of boxes fell from their shelves, as if they all wanted to have the honor of becoming Apollo’s wand.
Suddenly, one particular wand somehow broke out of its box and flew straight into Apollo’s hand. Apollo stared at the wand in surprise. What in the world had just happened?
“Well, that was quite the unexpected reaction,” Ollivander finally said after getting over this initial shock. “It seems you are well liked by every wand here. Particularly this wand. Nice choice too, a beautiful 11 inch dragon heartstring core and cherry wood wand.”
“This wand is a versatile and tricky one. It has great potential and similar ones have been known to be used in both powerful, dark rituals yet also by the top of Saint Mungo's greatest healers. The dragon heartstring core is a picky yet loyal one and only chooses those with great potential. Cherry wood is known to be an adaptable material often used by those with a strong mind and will," Ollivander explained.
Apollo just shrugged. If this wand wanted to be his, then why not. Apollo paid the seven galleons price and exited the shop.
Next up was Gringotts. If Apollo was going to be spending money here, it would be better to have an official vault under his new name then constantly have to suspiciously summon galleons out of nowhere or use his old vault.
The Gringotts bank was a huge, marble building easily standing out in its monochrome white amongst the colorful alley. Apollo approached the entrance, politely nodding to the goblins standing guard.
The doors opened and Apollo was standing in a long marble hall with hundreds of goblins and wizards conducting business and working behind long counters. Apollo turned to a nearby counter and walked towards a free goblin.
“Good evening, sir. I need to open vault seven and transfer some money to a new vault under a new name.” The goblin’s eyes widened when he heard the vault number.
“Vault seven? The vault of the Sun Lord? Yes, of course, my lord. I’ll just need a drop of blood for identity verification and the name you want to open a vault for,” The goblin said, deeply bowing before Apollo.
Apollo casted some notice-me-not charms so no one will notice what they’re doing before taking his index finger and making a small cut on the tip. The goblin bent beneath the counter to retrieve a verification paper and let the single drop of golden ichor fall onto the paper. The paper glowed before lighting up and dissolving. If the verification failed, the paper wouldn't have lit up. But since it was a success, it meant Apollo was who he said he was.
“I need to open a vault under the name Gilderoy Lockhart and set up birth certificates and identity records for this name. I also need one hundred billion galleons from vault seven transferred to the new vault” Apollo stated. The goblin gawked at the tremendous amount of money being transferred.
“Yes, right away, my lord,” The goblin obeyed, rushing to set up the paperwork.
Two hours later, Apollo finally left Gringotts late in the night. It had been a long day. Just this morning, he’d been fighting Gaea’s army of monsters and giants. Then he nearly got banished by his father and ran off to Britain all in the same day.
Apollo sighed. Hopefully by tomorrow, Dumbledore would have responded to his letter. Apollo wanted nothing more than to pass out in his luxurious bed in his Sun Palace atop Mount Olympus, but he’ll have to settle for a rented room in the Leaky Cauldron instead.