Photo prompt courtesy Sue Vincent
He looked around carefully to see that he was alone. Then cast a few spells to check again. In their world, walls didn’t just have ears, but eyes too.
Satisfied that he was well-cloaked from any magical surveillance, he walked up to the wall, and started counting the bricks. 44th from the left, 23rd from the top. He could have located it in his sleep, not that he would ever be so careless as to attempt that.
He took out his wand and tapped the brick thrice, chanting a different spell each time. As soon as he finished saying out the third spell, there was a small rumbling sound, and the brick slid out.
He placed the brick on one side, and inserted his huge hand into hole left by it. His hand kept going inside, till all he could see was the cracks of the wall inches from his right eye, his right cheek pressed against the ancient wall, his arm inside the wall till his shoulder.
He groped around, and suddenly, his eyes lit up. He’d finally found it. He took out his hand gingerly, dropping it would mean catastrophe, not just for him, but for the entire world, magical as well as non-magical.
He held it up and looked at it with wonder, and pride. The mightiest of wizards and witches had been looking for it since centuries, and it was he who had ultimately found it.
The only sword that could stop The Dark Lord, He Who Must Not Be Named.
Suddenly, he heard the loud cawking of a Hippogriff. He froze. Someone must have tripped one of his wards.
Carefully, he inserted the sword back into the hole, and replaced the brick over it. He tapped it three times, and chanted a spell. There, no one could even remotely suspect now that the wall held a secret so powerful.
The sword could not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. If Professor Dumbledore ever got hold of it, Lord Voldemort would not be a danger to the world anymore.
Which was a problem, as then, the Professor would have no reason to keep him, Hagrid, on as a member of the staff at Hogwarts.
Written as a pary of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge.
There had to be a twist. Poor Hagrid 😉
What if Hippogriff has seen him do his spell and recovers the sword later?
That would be a sight to behold 🙂
Ugh. Hagrid would never do or think that. He really is a good guy.
He is…. Or maybe we are just meant to think that 🙂
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Love it 💜💜
Thank you so much.
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Well written n woven 👍